Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

In the distance, a seven-color rainbow bridge came from the ground and went straight to the sky.

The seven-color light shone in all directions, illuminating the sky.

Almost a moment later, it illuminated the area around the Seven-Colored Cloud Gate.

Looking at that direction, it came from the top of the mountain of the Seven-Colored Cloud Gate.

"Old Cao, what kind of magical power is this?"

Jiang Mu asked.

If you feel it carefully, you can feel the terrifying aura emitted from the place where the seven-color rainbow light was born.

"I don't know, although I used to be a deacon of the Seven-Colored Cloud Gate, this is the first time I have seen such a rainbow light..."

Cao Leping was also dumbfounded, and was no less surprised than Jiang Mu.

It can be said that within the range covered by the Seven-Colored Cloud Gate, countless cultivators looked up at this seven-color rainbow light.

On the second day, the conversations between the cultivators were all about the rainbow light last night.

Until the third day, Zhou Churen and Li Xiaotong came to Jiang Mu's wine stall again.

This time it was not because of anything. But they were busy with the affairs of the sect, so they wanted to come down and chat with Jiang Mu more.

So Jiang Mu asked the two about the seven-color rainbow light that night.

"Uncle Kun, it's not a big deal. It is said that the ancestor who had been in seclusion for many years has returned to the sect."

Li Xiaotong replied.

Then Zhou Churen said: "My master said that the seven-color rainbow light was formed by the ancestor fighting with the genius of the Shenqiao First Realm of our Qicaixia Sect. It seems to be the magical power of that genius, and it is also one of the strongest magical powers of our Qicaixia Sect."

Zhou Churen still knows something.

Jiang Mu nodded: "So that's it."

He was not very curious about this magical power. After all, Qicaixia Sect didn't even have a half-saint.

No matter how powerful the magical power is, how powerful can it be?

"I heard that the ancestor of your Qicaixia Sect is a great man of the Shenqiao Second Realm. What stage of the second realm is your ancestor in?"

Jiang Mu asked again.

Zhou Churen scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "We don't know this question either. Some say it's the middle level of the second realm, and some say it's the upper level. As for the specifics, no one knows with our current status."

"Okay."

Whether it's the middle level or the upper level, it's not something that Jiang Mu can shake with his current cultivation.

He just suddenly remembered that the old man who cheated him of 100,000 spirit stones knew the ancestor of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect.

Afterwards, Zhou Churen and Li Xiaotong turned into employees of the wine stall and helped Jiang Mu do business.

For several days in a row, the two of them did this.

They talked and laughed happily.

After a long time, the chatterbox opened.

When he was free, Li Xiaotong would surround Jiang Mu and let him teach him his skills.

But Jiang Mu didn't understand the skills behind it at all, so he could only throw the jade slip to Li Xiaotong and let her figure it out on her own.

"Xiaotong, remember, this technique was not passed on to you by me, but by a human cultivator named Zhu Yizi."

"Strictly speaking, he is your master."

"Ah? What is he to you, master?"

"Where is he now?"

Li Xiaotong asked curiously.

"How should I put it? He was once my sect master."

"He just sacrificed himself at the last moment."

"I don't know how high his cultivation level is."

"But anyway, at least it is at the second level of Shenqiao."

"So Xiaotong, as long as you practice well, maybe one day you will reach that level."

Jiang Mu smiled.

As the sect master of Qingluan Hongchen, Jiang Mu believed that Zhu Yizi's cultivation level must be very high.

After all, there was a half-saint, right?

"Zhu Yizi..."

Li Xiaotong remembered this name in his heart.

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It seems...Uncle Kun once had a very powerful sect.

From Jiang Mu's words, one can clearly sense the meaning of memories.

So every late night, when the wine stall closed, several people would carry a pot of wine, sit on the roof together, and beg Jiang Mu to tell his story.

Jiang Mu shook his head and said, "Instead of listening to my story without any waves, you might as well hurry up and practice."

"Also, Xiaotong, Xiaozhou, don't you care about the Qicaixiamen Tianjiao Banquet?"

Li Xiaotong immediately shook her head: "That is the business of the Qicaixiamen high-level, a face-saving project, what does it have to do with us?"

"We are just its little disciples, and it's good enough to help run errands."

"Junior Sister Li is right. The Tianjiao Banquet is attended by the sect masters, elders, and Tianjiao of some large sects. They are not eating in the same place as us. Why are we in a hurry?"

"We have done what we should do. As long as we go to the banquet on time, it will be fine."

Zhou Churen muttered.

Jiang Mu couldn't help but look at Zhou Churen again.

This guy seems to have become the shape of Li Xiaotong, supporting her in everything.

"Well, then we should also be able to have a feast, right?"

Jiang Mu asked again.

"Yes, yes, your Uncle Cao and I, your Uncle Kun, should be able to have a feast, right?"

Cao Leping did not forget to take advantage of Zhou Churen at this time.

The main reason is that he is now following Jiang Mu, and his back is straight and his courage is fat.

After all, Zhou Churen is a thousand years older than him, so it would be a waste if he didn't take advantage of him.

"Uh..."

Zhou Churen didn't dare to give Cao Leping a blank look in the end, and said obediently: "Yes, I can!"

"When the time comes, Sister Li and I will take Uncle Kun and you two up the mountain, and no one will dare to say anything."

After finishing the topic, Li Xiaotong immediately tugged at Jiang Mu's sackcloth.

"Uncle Kun, don't try to change the subject. You haven't said what happened just now."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Kun, we also want to hear your story outside the Heavenly Domain."

Zhou Churen also echoed.

This kid has a story that he really wants to hear.

"Yes, although you look young, Old Kun, your face is full of stories."

Cao Leping also stepped up.

Jiang Mu was stunned. This sentence seemed familiar.

Thinking carefully, he had said similar words to Senior Brother He when he was in Qingxuan Sect.

Time flies, and as the years flow, he also has the shadow of Senior Brother He.

Facing the questions of the three people, Jiang Mu remained silent.

He just took a sip of wine and laughed loudly: "The story is too long, I don't know where to start."

"The story has just begun, and it is far from over."

"How can a story without an ending be told first?"

The three looked at each other, not knowing why Jiang Mu said this.

In fact, Jiang Mu had one more sentence that he hadn't said.

"One day, you will also be the story in my mouth."

Under the starry sky, on the low eaves, four figures each carried a wine pot and raised their glasses to the bright moon.

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