Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

"As expected, the voice I heard when I crossed dimensions was my inner demon."

Shen Moyan firmly believed this.

There are no inner demons without a reason. It is estimated that he has been seeking immortality for three lifetimes without success, which is why he has developed inner demons and troubles.

At this moment, on Danxu Peak, Shen Moyan held the cultivation manual in his hands and carefully read it.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

"This 'Green Wood Longevity Technique' is indeed a genuine longevity cultivation method!"

After attempting to induce penetration, Shen Moyan was overjoyed.

The pharmacist Liang said that he had a wood spirit root. Although his roots were old, they had been tempered by martial arts true qi to be as solid as a rock, which was perfect for the "Green Wood Longevity Technique". He could achieve twice the result with half the effort in cultivation.

"Cultivating immortality and refining qi—it's actually this simple!"

He lived in a bamboo hut on Danxu Peak, where he would begin absorbing spiritual energy before dawn every day.

The incantation of the "Green Wood Longevity Technique" is obscure yet exquisite. As it is circulated, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surges into his body like a tide, transforming into warm and gentle wood-attribute spiritual power along his meridians.

In just ten days, even the white hair at Shen Moyan's temples sprouted a few strands of black hair, and his aged body seemed to have been reborn.

That evening, after a day of cultivation, as he carefully considered his future after ascension, Shen Moyan's smile gradually froze on his face.

I have a question.

How could Shen Moyan have spiritual roots?

They are people from different dimensions, yet they can speak the same words and understand the same meaning.

Shen Moyan found this very strange.

What kind of coincidence could there be in this world?

"What's going on?"

"Also, I don't recognize a single character in the 'Green Wood Longevity Technique,' yet I can understand it?"

"Even my achievement as a [Visitor from Another World] only accelerates my adaptation to new things, it doesn't allow me to adapt immediately."

"But I can immediately speak with people in this world?"

The more Shen Moyan thought about it, the more horrified he felt.

It seemed as if a rule was driving him to understand the cultivation methods of this world.

wrong!

This is wrong!

Shen Moyan's hands were empty. Looking at the strips of cloth still wrapped around his hands, he seemed to remember something.

The next day, Shen Moyan hurried to the Pill Hall and sought out Pharmacist Liang.

"I wonder if Pharmacist Liang saw the sword in my hand when I was brought back?"

"Sword? Where is there a sword?" Pharmacist Liang looked at Shen Moyan with a strange expression.

"That sword is very important to me. If you know anything about it, please tell me." Shen Moyan looked at the hunched old man in front of him without changing his expression.

"Oh, those two outer disciples probably took it from you. Wait here, I'll go check on it right away." With that, Pharmacist Liang transformed into a beam of light and disappeared from the spot.

Seeing Liang Yaoshi's reaction, Shen Moyan's heart skipped a beat.

Why would a mere ordinary, broken sword be so coveted by disciples of the cultivation world, who would secretly withhold it and refuse to return it to him?

How is this possible?!

Shen Moyan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He quickly returned to the bamboo hut, silently crying out in his heart:

"As I wrote!!!"

[Real name: Shen Moyan]

Race: Human

[Realm: Pinnacle of Humanity (Martial Arts) / Qi Refining (Ancient Immortal Path)]

Current lifespan: 1080 years (ginseng state)

[Current Skills: Green Wood Longevity Technique (Ancient Immortal Path, Abnormal Status), Startling Sword Art (Self-created), Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique (Physical Abnormal Status), Purple Sun True Technique (Self-created and Perfected)...]

"Demon paths are rampant... Immortal paths are dead... Cultivation..."

"...Dead?"

Shen Moyan kept repeating these words, recalling the words of grief and indignation uttered by that unknown being when he ascended and broke through the boundary.

At that moment, he finally realized the truth.

Those twelve words were like a curse, causing Shen Moyan a splitting headache, and the world in his eyes gradually became blurred.

Click!

The scene before his eyes suddenly distorted and shattered!

The bamboo hut shrouded in mist transformed into a cold and damp stone chamber, and the warm spiritual energy turned into a pungent medicinal smell.

It's all an illusion!!!

The Jinghong Sword was always with Shen Moyan. Even when they were climbing the cliff, it was tied to his hand with a strip of cloth. It was absolutely impossible for it to suddenly disappear!

Now, Shen Moyan slowly opened his eyes, looked down at himself, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Shen Moyan himself is no longer a human being.

His hands transformed into glossy white roots, his body into a plump ginseng, and a few tender yellow new leaves sprouted on his head.

Shen Moyan was soaking in a white jade basin engraved with runes, and the brown liquid in the basin was constantly nourishing his body.

And the ginseng similar to his were placed in white jade basins, arranged in rows on the cabinet! They stretched as far as the eye could see!

At the end of the neatly arranged ginseng basins, Pharmacist Liang was carrying Shen Moyan on his back, fiddling with a pile of human-shaped wooden plants.

"These ginseng roots were ripened using the ancient Taoist technique 'Green Wood Longevity Technique,' making their spiritual energy even richer than that of ordinary thousand-year-old ginseng." Pharmacist Liang's voice was full of greed.

"In three days it will be the 800th birthday banquet of Master Zixu. If I offer these up, I can also climb the social ladder to the inner sect of Biyang Sword Sect."

Suddenly, he sensed something and turned to look at where Shen Moyan was.

"Absolutely..." Shen Moyan was horrified, about to shout out the words I had written, ending his life in this world.

Just then, the stone chamber door next to the medicine cabinet where Shen Moyan was placed was blown open with a bang, and dust billowed up. Two young men in gray robes strode in, swords in hand.

Immediately afterwards, a cold light pierced through the smoke and mist, heading straight for Pharmacist Liang.

The neatly arranged medicine cabinet collapsed with a crash, and Shen Moyan's will was affected by the powerful sword intent.

"Old Liang! You shameless bastard!"

He Liang and Ji Yu burst into the Dan Hall, enraged.

With a wave of his sleeve, He Liang drew all the ginseng on the medicine cabinet, including Shen Moyan's, into his sleeve.

"The wondrous essence of the heavens is something that can only be encountered by chance, not sought after. My two senior brothers only asked you to help cultivate it, yet you intend to offer up this true treasure without our knowledge or questioning?"

He Liang and Ji Yu blocked the gate from the left and right, cutting off Liang Yaoshi's escape route.

Before they could make their next move, several dazzling sword energies rose from beneath their feet and instantly pierced through their bodies.

Then, black chains descended from below, imprisoning the two.

It's a formation! A formation that was prepared long ago!

"Gentlemen, please calm down."

Pharmacist Liang smiled, having anticipated their surprise attack.

When these two people approached him, he thought they were joking.

After all, the Celestial Mystic Arts are something that powerful figures in the Purple Mansion Realm need to cultivate their supernatural abilities, and it's far removed from the lives of ordinary people like them.

But when the two of them brought Shen Moyan to him, Pharmacist Liang was completely shocked after examining him.

Such a precious talent is a once-in-a-millennium find, whether for nourishing the soul or for refining elixirs!

Therefore, Pharmacist Liang naturally had his own ulterior motives.

"Rest assured, both of you, I will put in a good word for you at the Master's birthday banquet."

Although he said that, Pharmacist Liang sized up the two of them, his old eyes narrowing slightly, but in his heart he was preparing to find a suitable opportunity to kill them and silence them, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the other disciples.

He slowly raised his hand and leisurely approached He Liang, preparing to take the ginseng back from his sleeve.

Suddenly, He Liang, who was firmly trapped, moved his eyes, opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of sinister energy that enveloped the entire alchemy room.

Pharmacist Liang frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the yin energy was swept away.

The place where the two had been standing was now completely empty.

And everything on the medicine cabinet was also taken.

"You little thief! Give me back my ginseng!"

Pharmacist Liang's veins bulged, and his old face contorted in a ferocious expression.