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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

71-72: Where does the immortal wind linger? Only in Peach Blossom Moon Square! (Two in one big chapter for monthly ticket)_1

In the Southern Region, light spring rain fell continuously, dancing as ethereal as mist. Its delicate strands hung in the air like smoke or powder.

"The wet, cold and oppressive weather not only made one uncomfortable with a sticky feeling throughout the body, but it also certainly did nothing to improve one's spirits.

Luo Bing's mood was extremely poor at that time. She felt like the incessant spring rain was like the disgusting spider webs she had been dealing with on her journey, clinging around her heart and suffocating her.

Ever since she returned to her sect a month ago, she was ambushed on Yunhua Path.

Although she managed to break through the encirclement with the help of her fellow sect brother who travelled with her, he seemed to sense the danger earlier and ran off, leaving her alone.