With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 155 - 154: Genuine Longevity Pill

The Longevity Temple sits atop a high peak.

Between the foot of the mountain and the summit, there isn’t a well-formed path.

Ordinary people simply cannot reach the summit.

All those who visit the Longevity Temple are from merchant families with considerable strength.

Some have enough martial arts cultivation to climb to the summit on their own.

Others hire people to carry them up.

An elderly, prosperous-looking man wore a landlord hat.

Beneath him was a bamboo sedan chair, carried by four martial artists.

The martial artists moved quickly, leaping continuously over the jagged stones of the mountain stream. Their coordination was evident, showing it wasn’t their first time doing such tasks.

The elderly man poked his head out, facing the fierce wind, squinting as he looked toward the summit.

In his eyes was a considerable sense of excitement.

"Everyone, there are indeed Longevity Pills in the Longevity Temple, right? I’d like to request one," the old man said.

"You? Heh."

The youngest among the four couldn’t help but laugh.

"Little Hu!" the one in front scolded.

Throughout, the four’s steps never faltered.

"Sir, my younger brother is ignorant," the older one said.

"But Longevity Pills aren’t easy to acquire. Even the masters from the city’s families must come to pray daily just to get a whiff of the legendary pill’s scent," he continued.

"It’s said just a whiff of it can extend life by several years."

"Is that true?"

The oldest martial artist among them shook his head with a smile and said, "We’re just here to earn a living fee by bringing some masters up the mountain; we have no right to know such things."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Sir, we’re here."

The elderly man was brought back to his senses when they arrived at a stone-paved ground.

Before the stone-paved ground stood the facade and signboard of the Longevity Temple.

It looked no different from an ordinary Taoist temple, provided one ignored the jagged cliffs surrounding the stone-paved ground.

"Sir, we will leave now. As per the agreement, we will wait here at sunset each day. Your deposit only covers three days, so don’t get too lost in the Daoist techniques of the Longevity Temple," the martial artist said, cupping his fists toward the old man, before glancing subtly at a youth in green clothes standing nearby, and then descending the mountain with his companions.

Only then did the old man notice a young man in green clothes who had somehow appeared beside him.

The prosperous old man looked at the towering hall and adjusted his landlord hat.

Gazing at the youth in green, he couldn’t quite fathom him but knew that anyone who came here wasn’t simple.

"Young man, are you here for pilgrimage to the Longevity Temple as well?"

Jiang Ming nodded.

At that moment, Jiang Ming was listening to the departing conversation of the four porters.

"Another rich fool. Hmph, wanting a Longevity Pill? He’ll be lucky if the Longevity Temple doesn’t bleed him dry."

"Enough, Little Hu, stop meddling. Our pay here isn’t any less than those martial artists from the Martial Arts Hall, and it’s all thanks to people like them."

"Yes, big brother."

Jiang Ming turned his head toward the old man.

"I’m Li Youqian of the Li Family Manor, pleased to meet you," the old man introduced.

"Honored Guest Elder of the Xun Family, Jiang Ming," Jiang Ming replied.

"Oh, oh, so it’s Young Master Jiang. Shall we go together?" Li Youqian hesitated but extended an invitation after hearing Jiang Ming’s introduction.

"Alright," Jiang Ming replied.

The two of them approached the entrance of the Longevity Temple together.

The doors of the temple automatically opened, and two Daoists stepped out.

"Greetings to both guests, please come inside," the Daoists gestured politely.

............

"No! I want to go home!"

Xun Yuan awoke with a start, seeing the familiar temple.

The cushion beneath him, the statue of the Daoist Monarch before him, and the sandalwood incense inside the temple were all so familiar.

Xun Yuan stood up abruptly. Although nothing had happened, sweat beaded densely on his forehead.

Sweat dripped down Xun Yuan’s cheeks.

He looked around and saw no one.

It was silent.

He hurriedly got up and headed outside.

The Longevity Temple, this is the Longevity Temple.

But there wasn’t a single person inside the temple.

Although Xun Yuan hadn’t often visited the Longevity Temple, his steps were familiar as he walked towards each hall, checking for any presence.

Everything was as Xun Yuan anticipated.

There wasn’t a trace of anyone here.

Xun Yuan’s eyes appeared hollow.

After coming to the Longevity Temple with his family, he merely squinted before the statue, and upon awakening, everyone was gone.

The Daoists in the Longevity Temple had all vanished.

The uncles who brought him here had vanished too...

How could this be...

Xun Yuan’s mind went blank as he rushed outside the temple, panting, his gaze fixed ahead.

This was the small stone-paved ground before the main hall of the Longevity Temple.

The edge of the stone ground led to jagged cliffs, where ordinary people would find passage difficult even with tools.

Xun Yuan rushed forward, about to leap off the cliff...

...............

"The... atmosphere here... um... is quite... quite, quite good!"

Li Youqian looked around, observing everything with interest.

The interior of the Longevity Temple emanated a special sandalwood scent.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting light that prevented the Longevity Temple from feeling gloomy.

Lustrous murals decorated the walls.

Clouds, Daoist light, deities...

Below were finely written descriptions of these Daoist deities.

Jiang Ming also glanced around, taking in everything in an instant.

Upon stepping into the Longevity Temple, Jiang Ming’s hairs stood on end.

It was a premonition of danger.

Yet the danger wasn’t apparent.

As they walked down the long front corridor, the Daoists led them into a grand hall.

In the hall stood three towering sculptures of Daoist Monarchs.

Before the statues lay dozens of prayer mats, and many people were kneeling in worship.

Resting before them was a Dao Scripture.

Their faces were all marked with a look of devotion.

Scanning the room, Jiang Ming noticed there was no sign of Xun Yuan.

On the hand of one of the Daoist Monarch statues rested a bronze pill cauldron.

"That pill cauldron... Could it be, a Longevity Pill..." Li Youqian’s eyes widened.

But the Daoist beside him didn’t scoff at his surprise, maintaining a gentle smile and nodding.

Jiang Ming’s nose twitched.

A slight anomaly crossed his eyes.

He smelled the scent of alchemy, though the components were complex.

Yet Jiang Ming could discern it was genuine alchemical fragrance, realizing that Great Lii indeed had an Alchemy Dao.

"And it seems... an authentic Longevity Pill? Even more potent in vitality power than ordinary Longevity Pills..."