Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. It was a weird club that sold strange items, assisted by a servant girl with 300 years of work experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club, exchanging everything precious they owned just to fulfill their desires. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Each successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. “Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” Thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.
The issue about asking Taoists for obtaining longevity has been heard in stories or from other’s mouths; but now, a vivid example was showed in front of him.
Luo Qiu didn’t think about Qin Chuyu, because she might be a person that was at the boundary of longevity.
However theoretically, he could be considered a long-life person, who was different from Yang Taizi or Qin Chuyu. It was not about how easy it was to get it. Actually, the reason still confused him.
Someone had cultivated painstakingly for dozens of years but didn’t even cross the threshold; some other people were drifting in the world, who suffered rebirth again and again; however, a few people had enjoyed a smooth journey.
Yang Taizi, Qin Chuyu and Luo Qiu… Luo Qiu looked up to the top. The old Taoist rites built around the mountain suddenly connected with something similar in his mind.