After being reincarnated, I cultivated immortality.

Jin Haoyu urged with curiosity, "Take a look and see what's inside!"

The others were also staring at him with bright eyes.

Hua Rongyi smiled helplessly and pressed the jade slip in his hand to his forehead. In an instant, his mind was filled with all sorts of formations, including two ancient formations. He had really struck gold this time.

Hua Rongyi opened his eyes, his eyes filled with obvious surprise. Jin Haoyu quickly asked, "How is it?"

Hua Rongyi nodded and said, "There are many formations, including ancient ones. I need time to study them."

Jin Haoyu was speechless for a moment. Could he say that this wasn't what he wanted to ask?

Ling Lili pushed Jin Haoyu away and said, "That's not what we want to know. Does that evil cultivator Yan Wu have the method to break any formation?"

Jin Haoyu nodded quickly, and the others followed suit. They didn't know anything about formations, so what would they do if they knew what formations were inside? What they needed were general methods for breaking formations.

Upon hearing her words, Hua Rongyi carefully reviewed the "Hundred Explanations of Formations" in his mind again amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, but still could not find the method that the evil cultivator had mentioned that could break any formation.

He could only shake his head amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, "No."

Jin Haoyu was disappointed and complained, "Ah, no, you really can't trust evil cultivators. Bah, liar!"

Ling Lili echoed in disappointment, "Yes, if they weren't already dead, I would have given them another beating."

The disappointment lasted only a moment, and soon everyone forgot about it.

Bai Zhu gave Chen Lanhua's son, Er Gouzi, a final acupuncture treatment. The evil energy in Er Gouzi's body had long since disappeared. The acupuncture treatment over the past few days was only to regulate his congenital deficiencies. Now, Er Gouzi's health is better than that of most children.

With everything settled, everyone bid farewell to the village chief.

Village chief Wang Xin, along with his two sons Wang Cang and Wang Wei, saw Hua Rongyi and his group off at the entrance of Xicun Village. Chen Lanhua and her son Er Gou also came.

"Young friends, are you really not going to stay a few more days?" Wang Xin asked, trying to persuade them to stay.

Hua Rongyi, the representative of the eight, smiled and said, "No, we have been here for quite some time now, it's time to set off."

The villagers were so hospitable, always wanting to give them something, mostly food, but they had already stopped eating, and apart from Han Xiaobao, the others weren't very fond of food.

So they can't quite handle this kind of enthusiasm.

They did indeed have things to do and would have to leave sooner or later. Now that their business was done, it was time for them to depart.

"In that case, I wish you all a smooth path to immortality and an early ascension!" Wang Xin earnestly wished.

"Then I'll take the village chief's good wishes with a smile," Hua Rongyi said, clearly pleased with his blessing.

This is the ultimate goal of all cultivators!

Chi Yi released the little cloud, and everyone went up on it. The people standing on the cloud waved goodbye to the village chief and his two sons, as well as Chen Lanhua and her companion.

Then the little white cloud flew into the distance, farther and farther away, until it became a tiny black dot and disappeared from their sight.

Village chief Wang Xin said, "Let's go back."

"it is good."

…………

Headquarters of the Hall of Longevity.

In a magnificent and beautiful palace, at the highest point sits a splendid chair meticulously carved from countless shimmering, dazzling spiritual stones.

Seated in the chair was a man dressed in a gilded black robe, and all the ornaments he wore were rare and extremely precious.

The man had long, jet-black hair that cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, neatly tied up with an exquisite and beautiful hair crown.

His face was stunningly beautiful, even celestial; without careful observation, one could easily mistake him for a woman.

However, the truth is ironic: he was just a man.

At this moment, he was leaning back in his chair in a lazy and casual posture, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly closed, and his slender fingers casually tapping the armrest of the chair.

Although he may seem harmless, it is precisely this seemingly innocent appearance that inspires fear and awe.

Four men stood before him about ten paces away, all of them trembling with fear, for the man at the head of the table had remained silent since they finished their report.

They didn't know whether they should leave or speak, fearing that if they accidentally displeased the head of the palace, they would inevitably be tortured.

Who would have thought that someone so beautiful on the outside would be a sadist who enjoys torturing people?

An eerie silence fell over the main hall, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of the man at the head of the table on the armrest.

Just as one of the four was about to speak, a person entered from outside the hall.

The four recognized the newcomer as Qiao Liang, the Left Protector of the Hall of Longevity, and instantly showed expressions of relief.

Qiao Liang, dressed in a long black robe with red floral patterns, stood beside the four people and said respectfully, "Palace Master, the young master accidentally killed Tang Shihhan."

The man at the head of the table finally opened his eyes upon hearing his words, his gaze filled with endless coldness.

He parted his thin lips slightly: "It doesn't matter, she's no longer of any value."

He then asked, "Has Mirror Princess returned?"

Qiao Liang: "Reporting to the Palace Master, Jing Ji sent word that she has encountered some trouble and has been delayed for a few days."

"Okay, go down now," the man said.

Qiao Liang responded and turned to leave, leaving the four people beside him feeling uneasy.

The man at the head of the table spoke in a low, cold voice: "Master Dong, if your abilities are insufficient for this position, then I, the master, would not mind replacing you with someone else."

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart of Zhu Er, the head of the Eastern Hall, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body turning cold.

Zhu Er's face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Without hesitation, he knelt down and begged for mercy in terror, "Lord Palace Master, please give me another chance! I will do my best in everything and will never let you down again!" His voice trembled, filled with fear and pleading.

After a long silence, the man spoke with a half-smile: "One month in the Demon Cave."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Er's fear vanished instantly, and he replied without hesitation, "Thank you, Palace Master, I will go immediately!"

For Zhu Er, going to the Demon Cave would involve some physical suffering, but compared to having his position taken away by someone else, it was nothing.

Losing his status meant a fate worse than death, and he would rather face temporary suffering than endure the despair of being unable to recover.

At this moment, his determination was unwavering, and his eyes shone with resolute brilliance.