Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Afterwards, Chen Fusheng went to Lingyu Zhenren's Lingyu Cave and sat for a while. He saw that Lingyu still looked calm and composed, and the three hundred years had not left a trace on him.

"Master, are you a Golden Immortal?" Although Chen Fusheng had some guesses, he still couldn't help but ask.

Ling Yu glanced at him without making a sound, then tapped Chen Fusheng on the head.

Ling Yu watched Chen Fusheng's departing figure with a satisfied look on his face. After more than 500 years of cultivation, he had already reached the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm. As for Chen Fusheng's apparent mid-stage Heavenly Immortal realm, he did not point it out. At his level, he actually agreed with Chen Fusheng's approach. He had no regrets in this life for having Dao Lin... Fusheng's disciples!

Chen Fusheng slowly walked out of Lingyu Cave. His master Lingyu's attitude made him even more certain that Lingyu was a Golden Immortal. Of course, he did not realize that his master Lingyu had seen through his first layer of disguise.

After spending a few days at home doing nothing and connecting with my fellow disciples, I finally calmed down before starting to address my own problems.

Chen Fu is ill, probably due to the pollution of murderous aura, which has caused his mental state to be unsettled. This is the conclusion Zhu Wuneng came to after observing him.

In fact, Chen Fusheng had recently felt that something was wrong with his body. He could never calm his mind during cultivation, and even when he lay down, his mind would wander.

It wasn't until Zhu Wuneng revealed the truth that Chen Fusheng realized he really had a health problem!

However, he felt that the murderous aura was only one aspect of the cause of the illness; more importantly, he couldn't accept a certain fact.

Three hundred years of slaughter, placed on someone who wouldn't even dare kill a chicken in their previous life, it's already a testament to their strength that they haven't gone mad.

Moreover, they killed them all at once, and although they were just sea monsters and dragons, they weren't mantis shrimps or inanimate objects.

The Siren Dragon is a living being, it can talk, and it is a higher animal just like humans. The reason there were no problems before was because people had become numb to killing.

Now that I feel relaxed, I've gotten sick. It's the same as when I was in school in my past life. I was fine when I was living at school, but as soon as the holidays started, I would either catch a cold or get a fever. As soon as the holidays ended, I would come back to life. It's really amazing.

After several days of research, Chen Fusheng prescribed himself two formulas, one internal and one external.

Internal cultivation of the mind and external cultivation of qi are both involved. The cultivation of the mind is mainly achieved by reciting Taoist classics such as "Gou Jing", "Yu Qing Tian Lu", and "Ling Bao Lu", to understand their principles and continuously refine one's inner self.

The main purpose of Qi cultivation is to eliminate the killing intent and malevolent energy from the body. At first, he thought of Buddhist scriptures, but after searching for a long time in the sect, he still couldn't find a single Buddhist scripture.

Buddhism is located far away in Xiniuhezhou, while the Lingbao Sect is in the eastern part of Dongsheng Shenzhou, practically worlds apart.

Later, his hard work paid off, and he discovered a weapon-forging technique that might solve the problem.

According to this master craftsman, killing intent and malevolent energy are actually a type of crafting material, and they are extremely precious. By incorporating killing intent and malevolent energy into a magical treasure through crafting, the treasure's power will be greatly enhanced.

Unfortunately, this was merely a hypothesis and had not yet been put into practice. What impressed Chen Fusheng even more was that this master craftsman proposed a crazy theory at the end: "There is nothing in the world that cannot be crafted."

After reading his theory, Chen Fusheng was reminded of a truth on Earth: "Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world."

Chen Fusheng has no immediate plans to move the Earth, but he thinks it's possible to refine murderous intent and malevolent energy into a spiritual treasure.

……

Chen Fusheng, carrying dozens of storage bags full of refining materials, entered the Refining Peak. This time, he went straight to the bottom level, determined not to leave until he solved the problem!

……

Donghai Town, "Farmhouse Courtyard"—that's the name Li Shundao gave to his residence.

Stepping inside, the garden is full of spring colors, lush greenery, and poultry can be seen running around from time to time.

"Thump~ thump~ thump thump thump"

"coming."

The door to the main room slowly opened, and Li Shundao walked out slowly. He stretched out his hand towards the door and then threw an iron sign out through the door, saying, "Come in."

"Alright, fellow Daoist, everything about you is great, but it's really inconvenient to come and go every time."

Sanbao followed Tiepai in and sat down next to Li Shundao with practiced ease. He casually took out two bottles of Wuliangye liquor, placed them on the table, and looked at him.

Li Shundao looked at Wuliangye, then at Sanbao, and felt a pang in his heart. It was like showing off one's skills in front of Guan Yu, and this wasn't the first time Sanbao had come to take liquor.

"Wait."

"Okay, okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Li Shundao stood up. As they got to know each other better, three hundred years had passed. Not counting his fellow disciples and friends, Sanbao had basically become his best partner and friend.

Every time he came over, he would bring a few bottles of wine. Once, Li Shundao felt really bad about it, and since the poultry in the yard had also been fattened up, he made beggar's chicken for Sanbao.

Then, Li Shundao's nightmare began. Whenever Sanbao had nothing to do, he would come over. Whenever he came over with wine, he would definitely stay for a meal. If he didn't eat, he would stay and not leave.

Sanbao watched the beggar's chicken spinning around, his nose twitching incessantly. Unable to resist any longer, he took a big gulp of wine, his eyes glowing red.

After sprinkling the last bit of seasoning, Li Shundao turned the container around, reached out and took it, then handed it to Sanbao.

"Okay, let's eat."

"Hehe, then I won't be polite," he said, taking the fork with both hands and taking a big bite of the beggar's chicken, his face beaming with satisfaction.

While eating, he said, "It still tastes the same. I can never get tired of it. It's really strange. I went back and asked the chef to make it according to your method, but none of them could make it taste like yours. Tell me, are you hiding something?"

Li Shundao rolled his eyes, ignored him, and continued grilling, moving his fingers slightly.

"Ugh~ Hiss~"

By the way, I heard that Liulian came to see you again a few days ago and stayed for three whole days before leaving, is that right?

He picked up a pitchfork and stabbed it at Sanbao, cursing, "Don't you already know? You're just asking a question you already know the answer to."

Sanbao dodged, casually picked the second beggar's chicken, chuckled, and winked at Li Shundao, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"what?"

“It’s the two of you, this…” Sanbao gestured a few times.

Li Shundao casually tossed over a bloody chicken head, his face hardening. "Don't talk nonsense, or Liu Lian will get you in trouble."

Sanbao casually took the chicken head, only realizing it when he felt his fingers were wet. He then stuck the chicken head into the tip of the fork, since it was his favorite food and most importantly, it was a waste!

He pursed his lips and gave a sarcastic smile, which he only stopped laughing when Li Shundao glared at him.

Li Shundao picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Sanbao's. "What brings you here today? I haven't had time to refine any weapons these past few days."

"Look at what you're saying, do I look like that kind of person? Can't I just come to see you for no reason? Besides, I didn't come here because I heard there was something to do, just to see if there's anything I can help with."

"cut"

Li Shundao leaned back comfortably in his chair, picked up the bottle, and took a swig.

Seeing that Li Shundao ignored him, Sanbao smiled and slowly said, "Do you know? The war in the East China Sea has ended."

"A ceasefire? When did that happen?"

Li Shundao was shocked by the news. Although he could vaguely sense that Chen Fusheng was no longer in Donghai, this was the first time he had heard of a ceasefire.

"Just a few days ago, the Dao Alliance sent word that the Dragon Clan came to reconcile, and the Human Clan reluctantly agreed."

"Really? That's good news though."

"That's true. I'm afraid things won't be peaceful in the city for long. I came to remind you."

Li Shundao was stunned for a moment, glanced at Sanbao, and then understood.

In recent years, Donghai Town has become increasingly prosperous, thanks to the East Sea War. Now that the war has ended, demon meat, pills, spiritual treasures... will definitely be affected. Peace? It's good enough if there's no fighting.

He shook his head, lay back down, raised the wine bottle towards Sanbao, and seemed to be lost in thought.