I have the face of a great demon.

As he pondered this, Steward Zhao couldn't control his tongue. Taking advantage of a break while refilling everyone's wine, he quickly interjected, trying to curry favor with Senior Brother Zhou:

"Where can we find real immortals in this poor, remote place? Immortals are legendary figures; several generations haven't seen their true faces."

"No wonder those martial arts practitioners think so highly of themselves. Little do they know that when a true immortal makes a move, the difference is like heaven and earth!"

"I recently heard that a treasure left by an immortal has appeared, causing martial arts practitioners to fight tooth and nail, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. This shows that they still know how powerful the immortals are."

"Oh, a treasure left behind by immortals?"

When Senior Brother Zhou heard about this, he became interested and said, "Tell me more about it."

Zhou Youcai also said, "Steward, you should quickly tell the immortal."

Steward Zhao was in charge of the daily affairs of the Chen family. He had the most dealings with people from all walks of life and was the most familiar with these rumors.

Seeing that he had indeed piqued the immortal's interest, Steward Zhao was delighted. He cleared his throat and said:

"This story begins in a small village eight hundred miles to the south."

"Six months ago, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the village, asking around about a family that didn't even exist."

"As we asked around, we learned that this family lived more than two hundred years ago. That is to say, the man was over two hundred years old. His family members had long since passed away, and those who remained in the village were his great-nephews and grand-grandchildren."

"This is undoubtedly an immortal."

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Zhou snorted disdainfully. Such things were too commonplace for cultivators.

Two hundred years is nothing; after several thousand years, it's not uncommon for an entire village to disappear.

That's why cultivators must sever their worldly ties in order to cultivate in peace.

The reason I brought my junior brother back to visit relatives this time was to help him sever his worldly ties so that he could focus on cultivation in the future. The day we meet again is probably far away.

But those who cultivate immortality should have hearts as firm as a rock, unmoved by external things.

Butler Zhao continued:

"After the immortal found his parents' graves and paid his respects, he went into seclusion to cultivate on a mountain outside the village."

"Six months later, one of his great-grandsons went up the mountain to visit him, only to find that the immortal had ascended to heaven, leaving behind only a jet-black, heavy divine sword."

"Now look what's happened! The news spread like wildfire, and the martial world was in an uproar. Fighting for this divine sword was a bloodbath that turned the world upside down."

Upon hearing this, Chen Minghui slammed his hand on the table, causing the tea on the table to tremble slightly.

"How could a treasure left behind by immortals fall into the hands of these mortals? Senior brother, we must take back this divine sword."

Senior Brother Zhou smiled dismissively:

"Heh heh, in my opinion, it's just the boasting of a mortal. That person's life spanned a mere two hundred years, he must be a mediocre talent with no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage."

"In the end, he will have to return to his roots and go back to that poor and remote place to wait for death. Doesn't that show that he has neither the protection of a sect nor any other support, and is a lonely and helpless rogue cultivator?"

"These rogue cultivators are all penniless; what good can their swords be?"

"Pitch black as ink and as heavy as a thousand pounds, it must be made of black iron without a doubt."

"These rogue cultivators don't have much money, so I guess this sword was only made of black iron and not paired with any other high-quality forging materials. Besides being sturdy, it has no other advantages."

"This kind of sword is very common in the cultivation world and is not worth mentioning. When you successfully establish your foundation in the future, the sword that the sect bestows upon you will be far better than this black iron sword."

Upon hearing this, Chen Minghui's face immediately filled with disappointment, and he muttered:

"So, this sword isn't anything special after all. Let's not bother with it then, let those mortals snatch it."

"However," Senior Brother Zhou changed the subject, "you're still in the Qi Refining stage, so the sword the sect gave you is indeed a bit lacking."

"If you ask me, if you have the chance, you might as well take this sword; it would certainly enhance your strength. But don't go to great lengths and delay your cultivation."

"On the path of cultivation, time is precious and not a moment can be wasted."

"Yes, I've remembered what you said, senior brother. I will not waste any time on this sword."

Seeing that his junior brother was so cooperative, Senior Brother Zhou nodded in satisfaction, then raised his wine glass. The two smiled at each other and continued their leisurely time of drinking and chatting.

After a few more drinks, Senior Brother Zhou suddenly felt something and looked through the noisy cabin to the vast sky outside the window.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, and a moment later, a dazzling blue light fell down and landed steadily in his palm.

This scene left Chen Youcai and Steward Zhao dumbfounded, and they asked in unison, "What... what kind of profound magic is this?"

Chen Minghui, unable to suppress a laugh, explained, "This is a jade slip for transmitting a message."

"Isn't that just like sending messages by carrier pigeon?"

"Hehe, how far can pigeons fly? This jade slip can transmit messages from tens of millions of miles away. If it were pigeons, they would exhaust themselves and still not be able to fly that far."

"This... what an amazing spell!"

Chen Minghui chuckled. Mortals simply couldn't understand the magic of immortals; it was like talking to a brick wall.

At this moment, Senior Brother Zhou focused his mind on the jade slip and carefully examined the information within.

A moment later, his brows furrowed, his expression became unusually grave, and the atmosphere in the cabin became oppressive.

"Senior brother, what's wrong? Has something terrible happened?"

Senior Brother Zhou sighed deeply, his tone heavy: "Yes, something terrible has happened. The entire cultivation world is about to be in turmoil again."

"what happened?"

"An urgent message has come from the sect: the great demon who ravaged the entire cultivation world a thousand years ago has reappeared. All disciples are ordered to return to the sect immediately to avoid him. Do not go out unless necessary."

Chen Minghui asked, puzzled, "The great demon from a thousand years ago?"

"It's normal that you didn't know when you started learning. When I first started learning, I first looked at the portrait of the Great Demon King and made sure to remember what he looked like."

"If you encounter them, don't try to fight them; the best course of action is to run away."

"What kind of powerful demon is this? Even a sect can't deal with him?"

Senior Brother Zhou gave a wry smile.

"Even the people from the top ten sects wouldn't dare to face the Great Demon alone. What are we, then?"

"Even if the sect leader faces this great demon, it is still uncertain whether he can escape alive."

"The great demon is so powerful, what should we do?"

Chen Minghui's voice trembled slightly. He had originally thought that becoming an immortal would allow him to be high above others and act arrogantly, but he never expected such a dangerous thing to happen.

"What to do? Remember what he looks like. If you're unlucky enough to run into him, then good luck to you. Run as fast as you can."

"Your cultivation is not high enough to see the message in the jade slip. Go and get some paper and ink. I will use magic to make a copy of the great demon's portrait so you can see it and remember what the great demon looks like, so you can be on guard."

"Yes, yes!" Steward Zhao quickly ran to retrieve the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone to perform the spell on the immortal.