Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

The moon hangs high in the sky, and the night is deep and still.

Jiang Yuchuan and Old Man Sun finished their drinks before they stopped their conversation.

After resting for nearly an hour, Old Man Sun dared not sit any longer and immediately got up and picked up his oar.

After a bowl of fine wine, Old Man Sun was in exceptional spirits. He rowed the boat much faster than before, and if it weren't for the fact that it was already late at night, he would have loved to sing a song at the top of his lungs.

Jiang Yuchuan, on the other hand, lay on his back on the deck with his head resting on his arms, admiring the glittering night sky while listening to the murmuring river.

At this point, more than a year had passed since he came into this world.

Looking back on everything that happened this year, Jiang Yuchuan couldn't help but feel emotional.

Before this, he had never felt that a year could pass so long and fulfilling.

For cultivators, time is often the most easily overlooked thing.

When cultivators go into seclusion, it often lasts for several years, even decades or centuries. Unless their lifespan is nearing its end, most cultivators find it difficult to care about the existence of time.

At this moment, he has completely adapted to and come to enjoy his ordinary and comfortable life.

The night passed quickly.

The next day, as the sun rose, Old Man Sun rowed his boat to the dock on the opposite bank of the river.

After waving goodbye to Old Man Sun, Jiang Yuchuan and Qi Changqing continued on their way.

After another morning, Jiang Yuchuan and Qi Changqing entered a city that was dozens of miles away from the dock.

This is a small town called Fancheng.

Because of its remote location, there are not many pedestrians in the city, and there is nothing particularly interesting about the city.

Seeing that there was nothing worth stopping to see or do in Fancheng, Jiang Yuchuan and Qi Changqing did not linger there. They found a restaurant to rest for a while, replenished their food and water, and then continued on their way.

Once outside Fancheng, the number of pedestrians on the road became increasingly scarce, but the scene on both sides of the road was replaced by a completely different one.

Large, neatly arranged fields are planted with various fruit trees and vegetables, interspersed with rows of low houses.

After walking for about three more hours, and seeing that the sun was about to set, Jiang Yuchuan and Qi Changqing quickened their pace, intending to ask for lodging for the night in a village not far ahead.

As Jiang Yuchuan approached, he realized that the village seemed deserted. All the houses had their doors tightly shut, and there wasn't a sound of villagers moving around, not even the crowing of roosters or the barking of dogs. The entire village was eerily quiet.

If Jiang Yuchuan hadn't used his divine sense to investigate beforehand, he would have found it hard not to think that the village was empty.

"Sir, look—there seems to be something over there!"

Qi Changqing pointed to the overgrown weeds near the village entrance.

As the two approached, they realized that what was hidden in the grass was a large, dilapidated stone tablet.

The three large characters 'Chenjia Village' can be vaguely discerned on the stone tablet.

"So this place is called Chenjia Village."

Qi Changqing looked at the quiet village again, and said somewhat nervously, "Sir, are we really going to spend the night in Chenjia Village tonight?"

Jiang Yuchuan nodded: "There's only this one village for miles around. If we don't stay here tonight, are we going to camp out in the wilderness? Let's go in and take a look." With that, he strode into the village.

"I'd rather sleep in the wilderness than spend the night in this village."

Qi Changqing muttered something under his breath and immediately followed Jiang Yuchuan's footsteps.

As soon as he entered the village, Jiang Yuchuan picked a house nearby and knocked on the gate.

"Is anyone home?"

Seeing no response, Jiang Yuchuan raised his voice slightly and asked again.

This time, light footsteps were finally heard inside the courtyard.

Soon, the tightly closed courtyard gate was pulled open a crack, and a middle-aged woman with a haggard face peeked out and looked at Jiang Yuchuan with a wary expression.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, auntie." Jiang Yuchuan said with a smile, "My younger brother and I are passing through here. It's getting late, so we'd like to ask if we can stay in the village for the night. Do you have any recommendations? Don't worry, we won't stay for free; we'll pay for it."

The middle-aged woman did not answer immediately, but stared blankly at Qi Changqing standing behind Jiang Yuchuan.

Qi Changqing felt a little uneasy under Jiang Yuchuan's gaze, so he shrank back and hid behind him.

After regaining her senses, the middle-aged woman's expression became very complicated, with a hint of grief. Finally, she said to Jiang Yuchuan, "You should leave now! We don't welcome outsiders in our village! Go now!" Without waiting for Jiang Yuchuan's response, she slammed the gate shut.

"This woman is really strange!"

Qi Changqing glanced at the tightly closed door, feeling utterly perplexed by the middle-aged woman's words and actions.

"Let's go and check out some other places."

Jiang Yuchuan led Qi Changqing further into the village.

Just then, an elderly man, about sixty years old, with gray hair and a slightly hunched back, walked towards Jiang Yuchuan and his companion with a smile, and asked warmly:

"Do you two gentlemen intend to stay overnight in the village?"

Jiang Yuchuan cupped his hands in greeting to the hunchbacked old man: "That's right! My surname is Jiang, and this is my younger brother. May I ask how you should address him, sir?"

The hunchbacked old man laughed and said, "I am the village chief of Chenjia Village. Young Master Jiang, you can call me Village Chief Chen or Old Man Chen." He then looked at Qi Changqing and said, "If Young Master Jiang doesn't mind, you can stay at my house with this young master for the night. My wife has been gone for many years, and my son's family has moved out long ago. There are plenty of empty rooms in my house."

"Village Chief Chen is so hospitable, how could I possibly refuse! Then I'll trouble Village Chief Chen to lead the way."

Jiang Yuchuan gladly accepted Village Chief Chen's kindness and, along with Qi Changqing, followed Village Chief Chen home.

Throughout the journey, Village Chief Chen displayed great enthusiasm, a stark contrast to the attitude of the middle-aged woman earlier.

Following behind Jiang Yuchuan, Qi Changqing, who was silently watching the two chat, felt that something was amiss.

Whether it's this village, the middle-aged woman from earlier, or the current village chief Chen, everything about them exudes a strangeness.

However, when asked to examine the strangeness more closely, Qi Changqing couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Doesn't Mr. Jiang think so?"

Qi Changqing turned his gaze back to Jiang Yuchuan, who was chatting enthusiastically with Village Chief Chen. No matter how he looked at him, he couldn't detect the slightest unusual expression or reaction from Jiang Yuchuan.

"Forget it! With your abilities, even if there are any problems in this village, you can handle them perfectly well."

Qi Changqing shook his head, no longer dwelling on it.

As the saying goes, there's always a way out, and a fox will always show its tail. There's no need for him to worry unnecessarily.

Chenjia Village is not large, with less than two hundred households in total. The three of them soon arrived at the door of Village Chief Chen's house.

The courtyard of Village Chief Chen's house is very spacious. Although it looks a bit simple, it is very clean and tidy. In addition to the main house, there is a two-room wing room on each side.

After arranging Jiang Yuchuan and Qi Changqing in the left wing room, Village Chief Chen immediately began gathering firewood and starting a fire, intending to personally cook for the two of them.

While they were busy in Chen Village, another burly young man arrived.

After some introductions and greetings, Jiang Yuchuan learned that the man who had come was Chen Cunzi's son, named Chen Yuandong.

Chen Yuandong frowned and remained silent from the moment he entered the room.

Although he was busy helping Village Chief Chen with various tasks, he always seemed preoccupied, which made him look very out of place standing next to the smiling Village Chief Chen.