I am a living immortal.

There was another person who, although he did not achieve immortality, had astonishing martial arts skills, which also led to his lifespan being continuously extended. Some traces could be seen, but these traces were very faint.

This is what martial arts gives.

Under these circumstances, the two leaders of the Demon Slayer Division achieved a different kind of immortality, at least in the eyes of ordinary people. Compared to the Demon Slayer Division, the Demon Exorcist Sect was a bit more mediocre, but most of the people in the Demon Exorcist Sect were not good at fighting and killing.

And I don’t envy this kind of longevity.

These two leaders were complete accidents. One endured the pain of burning fire every day, while the other forged his martial arts with his life. Both were unique and could not be replicated.

So the emperor could only seek other solutions, such as elixirs. Even though this emperor had been shrewd throughout his life, he still became obsessed with elixirs in his later years, hoping to achieve immortality. However, compared to other foolish and unsuccessful emperors, this emperor of the Yan Dynasty, despite his obsession, was also more sober.

It was like a final death throes.

Like the emperor of the Yu Dynasty, he had already paved the way for his successor, and even if he died unexpectedly, he would not let the Yan Dynasty fall into decline.

Of course, although it was a restrained pursuit, he was the emperor after all, and attracted countless sorcerers and alchemists. Some of them really had some skills, while others were just filling in the numbers.

The emperor didn't care, as sometimes it was unintentional that unexpected results could be created. It wasn't that those with real talent were bad, but they were also overly rigid, and the results of rigidity were obvious.

So no matter whether one has real ability or is just filling in the numbers, the emperor will turn a blind eye, as long as he can produce results.

When Yun Yue was traveling in Kyoto, he noticed this scene. It’s not that he thought it was bad, he just thought it was interesting. The emperor’s thoughts were very interesting.

He also met the two commanders of the Demon Slaying Division.

How to say it, Yun Yue felt very different, and the two men seemed to have discovered him, especially the guy with a strong anger and his hot-tempered sword.

This symbiotic state makes people want to study it, but unfortunately, it seems that he may not be able to defeat the other party, which is very embarrassing.

What kind of monsters are these? Yun Yue is still not clear about what an innate god is. Qilin is still very far away from him, even if it is just the blood of Qilin.

But even though he couldn't beat him, it was impossible for Xuan Qi to find Yun Yue. The focus was different. Of course, if he was really serious, he could beat him.

Neither side necessarily wants to fight to the death.

Yun Yue also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there were quite a few capable people in this world. It would be better to avoid conflicts if possible.

Yun Yue had seen that Kyoto was full of hidden talents.

Besides these people, Yun Yue actually paid attention to another person. This person's literary and Taoist aura was so rich that it made him dizzy. This was the first time he had seen such a person. He immediately wanted to get closer to this person and observe him closely.

Yun Yue thought so and did so.

Fortunately, there were not many people around this person. It seemed that it was a day off, but this elegant middle-aged man had been handling official business and did not have some time for himself until the afternoon.

He is painting in his study. He is very good at painting and his paintings are pleasing to the eye.

Yun Yue felt that this man was also a great painter. He watched for a long time without realizing it, until the middle-aged man laughed and suddenly said, "How about it? My painting is not bad, isn't it?"

Yun Yue's shock wasn't enough to describe his feelings; he was horrified. He had never imagined his deception would be seen through. Even with his immense literary aura, he was still only a mortal. His magical aura was more passive than active.

Seeing through him, Yun Yue put away his deception. Even before the shock on his face had completely faded, he met those smiling eyes. Wei Ming wasn't trying to trick him; he genuinely felt it.

Yun Yue saw that the other person's expression did not seem fake, and subconsciously asked, "How did you see that?"

Wei Ming looked at the embarrassed young man in front of him and shook his head. "Because there's a sense of déjà vu about you, very familiar, so I can sense it."

"Wait... if you take a closer look, maybe it's more than just familiarity. Your temperament is simply the same." Wei Ming looked at Yun Yue.

"Do you know Su Mu?" Wei Ming asked casually.

"you!!!"

Yun Yue even stopped breathing for a moment. His mouth opened slightly and his breathing became heavier. "You know the Grandmaster???"

Wei Ming understood: "Ah, I remember now, Su Mu once said that you came from Floating Cloud Temple. No wonder I felt a familiar feeling about you."

Yun Yue had never thought that he would get news about his master here: "Who are you?"

"Ah, Su Mu and I are friends. We haven't seen each other for a long time. My name is Wei Ming."

"Yun Yue."

"Then do you know where the master is?" Yun Yue asked cautiously. Could it be that he was going to get lucky this time?

"Sorry, I really don't know. It's been four years since I last communicated with him." Wei Ming shook his head.

Yun Yue was not disappointed, but Wei Ming was. He never expected that he could meet Su Mu's acquaintances just in Kyoto. It didn't matter where he went, Su Mu had friends all over the world.

Wei Ming saw that Yun Yue seemed a little reserved, so he poured him a cup of tea, as if he were treating a junior. "Don't be so reserved. Why did you find me?"

Yun Yue: "I was attracted by your literary aura."

"Yes, that's the only special thing about me, but I don't feel it much myself. What is the literary aura you are talking about?" Wei Ming asked curiously.

"Well, it's hard to describe. The body seems to be shrouded in a golden haze. That is the literary aura, like the righteous energy that can scare away evil spirits." Yun Yue gave a rough description.

"No wonder, I've lived to this age and haven't seen many evil spirits." Wei Ming made a joke.

This joke made Yun Yue less stiff. The dignity of an official disappeared and he became more elegant.

"How did you get to know the Grandmaster?"

"This is a long story. How did we meet... When I first met Su Mu, I was still a poor scholar selling calligraphy and paintings at a roadside stall and copying books and writing for others. Time flies so fast. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Things and people have changed." Wei Ming was reminiscing about the past.

But the reminiscing didn't last long, because I took a break from my busy schedule and ended it.

Soon a servant knocked on the door, reminding Wei Ming that the time had come and the distinguished guest had been waiting for a long time.