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In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path

【Pure Immortal Heroic Fantasy, infused with both immortal intent and gallant spirit, refining insights on human relationships, seeking immortality, more than thirty thousand reservations, averaging nine thousand】 Forever reminiscing rivers and lakes under silvery hair, desiring to return to the cosmos in a simple boat. Peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine; rivers and lakes in the night rain, a lantern for ten years. Chen Dengming stepped into the chaotic world of rivers and lakes, only reaching the Innate Realm in his twilight, but Innate Martial Arts wasn't the ultimate destination of his heart's rivers and lakes, it was to cultivate for longevity that marked the beginning of his dreams. If practicing Kung Fu can prolong life, then cultivating the Dao can certainly point directly to immortality. Practicing martial arts, refining Gu, cultivating Dao, seeking longevity... This is a story about an ordinary traveler stepping into rivers and lakes, into the World of True Cultivation, seeking the path to immortality one step at a time. Read about cultivation in the twilight years, savor the vigorous life! Young reader, you truly understand cultivation! ...This book was formerly titled "Late Bloomer: My Immortal Life"! (The author has previously completed a nearly five million word, eighty thousand high reservation three-star martial arts masterpiece, "Indestructible Mighty Fortress Leader," rest assured and enjoy)

Wandering Man · Đông phương
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1270 Chs

137~138: Grudge Possessed Ghost Path, Glorious Laughter in the Late Foundation Establishment Stage (Two-in-One Big Chapter Asking for Monthly Votes) _6

After reaching the later stages of the Foundation Establishment, taking another step forward would mean becoming a true False Core Great Cultivator. Such a figure, even within the Changchun Sect, would have a good reputation and high status.

At the main door of the Changchun Sect, a Spirit Boat was hovering in the air.

Chen Dengming was smiling warmly, dealing politely with many fellow disciples who had come to congratulate and bid him farewell.

"Thank you all for coming to see me off. I will surely make up for this farewell party when I return. Please forgive me, fellow disciples."

Guan Le immediately replied with a smile, "Don't be silly, Brother Chen, you go ahead and do what you need to do. We can have the party anytime, and we won't take it personally. Here, accept this gift first.

Don't refuse, please don't refuse. I, Old Guan, don't have much savings. This is just a modest gift from me. If you refuse, isn't that a slap in my face?"