Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 297 - 188: Timely Rain After a Long Drought

Chapter 297: Chapter 188: Timely Rain After a Long Drought

At this moment, he was sitting inside his own tent, gazing at the light curtain panel.

"Immortal Technique: Puppetry Technique (Supreme Grade)"

"Time needed for Entry: 0.5 years (Already Entered)"

"Time needed for Minor Achievement: 3 years (Minor Achievement)"

"Time needed for Great Success: 12 years (Great Success)"

"Time needed for Perfection: 25 years (Perfection)"

Originally, Lu Chang’sheng had hit a bottleneck with Puppetry Technique, and his cultivation had slowed considerably. But after Fang Yuan’s guidance, the shackles had loosened a lot. Most directly, the time needed for Minor Achievement in Puppetry Technique dropped sharply from 3.5 years to 3 years.

Lu Chang’sheng could also guess a bit about Fang Yuan’s shift in attitude, leaving him with a feeling of subtle amazement.

"Showing off has its own advantages too—if you stay as low-key as Ziyou, how would you ever get Fang Yuan to change his mindset?"

Lu Chang’sheng received all of this calmly.

He planned to properly manage everything about Platinum Immortal City in the future. When the time came, he would definitely have to deal with various family powers.

Keeping close ties with certain families could also mean watching each other’s backs.

On the journey ahead, Lu Chang’sheng didn’t waste the opportunity. Every day, he exchanged insights on Puppetry Technique with Fang Yuan, and his progress in cultivation soared rapidly.

By the fifth month, the group had left the boundaries of Guangnan Domain and entered Fuyun Mountain.

They saw official roads crisscrossing, with rows and rows of spirit fields interlaced, and cultivators speeding through the sky.

"Fuyun Mountain is a well-known place; its prosperity is far beyond that of Platinum Immortal City or Liuyun Immortal City,"

Fang Yuan commented as they flew. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

This wasn’t their first time at Fuyun Mountain, so nothing seemed unfamiliar to them. Only Lu Chang’sheng expressed a hint of wonder.

From a distance, they could see a towering mountain peak reaching into the clouds, the mist weaving in and out of the rocky cliffs.

Yet, surrounding that mountain, lay a vast stretch of flat plains.

Their arrival quickly drew the attention of patrolling cultivators—they were outer disciples of Fuyun Mountain. Upon seeing Lu Chang’sheng and the others, they asked about their origins and requested their identification tokens.

When they found they didn’t have any, they immediately directed them to the nearest temple to find the temple priest for registration.

The group headed for the temple priest, only to find a strangely shaped temple barely a hundred meters in area, with no doors—just a human-shaped statue standing there.

When they rang the bell in front of the temple, the statue flared with light, causing Lu Chang’sheng to involuntarily take a step backward.

"This temple priest isn’t human, but a kind of spirit monster,"

Fang Yuan signaled to him not to be alarmed.

Only then did Lu Chang’sheng scrutinize the revealed temple priest. Its forehead protruded like a lamp, glowing softly, illuminating the previously shadowy corners around them.

Yet the creature’s cultivation wasn’t high—totally unmatched for its mysterious tricks.

Judging by Fang Yuan and the others’ expressionless faces, Lu Chang’sheng guessed that this temple priest was probably of low status.

Sure enough, noticing the curious look on Lu Chang’sheng’s face, Fang Yuan spoke plainly in front of the priest: "Temple priests vary in strength, but for a temple of this level, their power is nothing great—at most, mid-stage Qi Cultivation."

The temple priest slightly bowed its head in salute at these words.

If the temple priest wasn’t working for Fuyun Mountain, Fang Yuan wouldn’t even bother giving him face.

"This little temple priest will handle it at once."

Hearing they’d come to get identification tokens, the temple priest quickly answered and merged back into the statue. Not long after, a strange sound echoed from within. Less than fifteen minutes later, the priest emerged again, holding a few tokens in its hand.

"Immortals, you just need to drop a drop of blood on the token."

The temple priest explained.

Seeing Fang Yuan and the others press their blood onto the tokens without hesitation, Lu Chang’sheng followed suit.

"Farewell, Immortals!"

As they were leaving, the temple priest bowed deeply in farewell. The figure, not even six feet tall, bent so low that he was nearly flush with the ground.

Once they’d gone far enough, he straightened up and walked to the statue, slamming his fist onto a stone block at the edge with a thud.

Dirt flaked off the block, crumbling down.

A form about the same height as the temple priest approached at some point, stuffing the fallen dirt back into the dented hole while muttering, "Lost your temper again, huh? All it took was a little disrespect and you can’t handle it—what good are you?"

The temple priest’s bloodshot eyes gradually returned to normal.

The newcomer glanced at him quietly. "Get inside. Don’t come out for a while."

The temple priest nodded and disappeared into the statue.

The newcomer carefully smoothed out the patched spot, using spiritual power again and again to flatten it. Satisfied that no flaws remained, he finally entered the statue as well.

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"Why do these spirit monsters work for Fuyun Mountain?"

Lu Chang’sheng was deeply curious about the temple priest and asked the group.

"Spirit monsters are basically a kind of demon, but temple priests usually feed on incense offerings. Because of that, they don’t really conflict with cultivators—in fact, many Immortal Sects keep them around."

"Isn’t the sect worried about them turning on them?"

As a transmigrator with a cautious mindset, he still couldn’t fully trust such nonhuman beings.

To his surprise, Fang Yuan and Qu Guang laughed out loud.

Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "Even if a temple priest wanted to turn against us, they’d need the power for it first."

Afterward, Lu Chang’sheng learned that temple priests, as a whole, weren’t very strong. Maybe they’d seem like ghost gods to ordinary people, but to an Immortal Sect with Foundation Establishment cultivators, a temple priest was just a menial worker.

Platinum Immortal City had no temple priests—probably not strong enough, or maybe they simply had no way to get in touch.

By all rights, White Cloud Cave Mansion, the Gu Family, and Master Lu should all be able to do this, but Lu Chang’sheng had never seen it himself.