After being reincarnated, I cultivated immortality.

After her initial surprise, Si Wuxing calmed down and asked, "What's the use of this place?"

Lianying led him around the altar, explaining the function of each part in detail. Finally, they arrived at the high platform at the very center of the altar and said, "When the time comes, Master will activate the altar, and someone will need to summon the master to descend from the high platform. As the young master of the Hall of Longevity, you are the most suitable person."

Upon hearing this, Si Wuxing couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, realizing that he was the only one for her, and a smug smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Lian Ying ignored Si Wuxing's ulterior motives and continued, "To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, Young Master will begin learning the ritual steps required to summon his master from today onwards."

Si Wuxing hesitated for a moment, then spoke up: "Let's start today! Today is almost over, why don't we start tomorrow? What do you think?"

Lianying thought it wouldn't work and rejected him without hesitation.

“Young Master, the altar will be opened on the night of the full moon next month. If you don’t practice diligently, how can you successfully summon it? You surely don’t want to disappoint your master.”

Lian Ying's high-sounding words successfully stopped Si Wuxing from slacking off, and he reluctantly nodded, "Alright."

Seeing that he agreed, Lianying immediately began to explain the steps of the summoning ritual.

Si Wuxing listened attentively on the surface, but inwardly he was puzzled. The ritual was incredibly complicated, with strange, long, and difficult incantations to recite and specific hand gestures and postures to perform. He felt his head was spinning.

When Si Wuxing first started practicing, he encountered many problems, either mispronouncing the incantation or making crooked hand gestures.

Lian Ying watched from the side, her brows furrowed, constantly correcting his mistakes. Si Wuxing practiced until he was covered in sweat, inwardly complaining that he should have known better than to agree to start so soon.

As darkness fell, Si Wuxing's training became increasingly sluggish, and he almost tripped and fell flat on his face.

Lian Ying sighed helplessly, "Young Master, let's stop here for today. I'll have my subordinate take you to rest, but you should review your practice carefully when you get back."

Si Wuxing felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and instantly perked up, leaving behind the words, "No problem." He then grabbed one of the Changsheng Palace's subordinates and ran off in a flash.

Lian Ying rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. It seemed he would have to use a backup plan.

Late at night, Si Wuxing lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, clearly having a bad dream.

Unable to sleep soundly, Si Wuxing didn't notice a person standing by his bedside, smiling eerily at him, holding a book in his hand. The book exuded an evil aura, which seemed to connect to Si Wuxing's forehead like a thread. This person was none other than Lian Ying.

"Young Master, I didn't mean to either, it's your fault for not taking it seriously!" The tone seemed helpless, but there was also a hint of schadenfreude in it.

Lianying left only after all the essence of the book had entered Si Wuxing's mind.

Meanwhile, in the dream, Si Wuxing was tirelessly practicing the summoning ritual that Lianying had taught him during the day. Whenever he mispronounced the words or made a mistake in his movements, an old man would appear and punish him severely with a huge ruler.

He could clearly feel that he was dreaming, but he just couldn't wake up.

I can't cry, and even begging for mercy is useless. I can only passively endure it. I lament my miserable life every moment, and I am even forced to practice in my dreams.