Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 514: Bu Yu Taoist does not speak, naturally belongs to the world of mortals for cultivation

"On a mission?" Lu Yang was puzzled. Why would they need him for a mission out of the blue?

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu, you're experienced and well-traveled. You're definitely adept at handling sect missions."

"Senior Brother, do you remember our first mission? It was to capture that Skinwalker Demon. Without you there, giving the demon athlete's foot, it might have escaped."

"Since then, I've gone on a few missions myself. Although I completed them, the process was full of twists and turns, with a lot of luck involved."

"So, I was wondering if you could join me on this mission?"

Lu Yang was quite surprised. "The sect requires each disciple to complete two missions a year. You've already met your quota, haven't you? Besides, Dreamlike Mirage is selling like hotcakes. Even those in the Elemental Infant stage don't have as much wealth as you. You don't really need the contribution points. Why do you want to go on a mission?"

Tao Yaoye chuckled and made a few gestures. "Naturally, it's to slay demons and uphold justice. As disciples of a righteous sect, isn't it our duty to rid the world of evil?"

"Indeed."

"So, will you come with me, Senior Brother?" Tao Yaoye clasped her hands behind her back, bent slightly, and looked at Lu Yang expectantly.

"Alright."

He was a disciple of Bu Yu Taoist, a cultivator who embraced the mortal world, and so did he.

As a cultivator of the mortal world, it wasn't advisable to stay in seclusion all the time. Going out on missions and seeing the world was perfectly normal.

"Great!" Tao Yaoye beamed with joy.

"Wait a moment, let me ask Old Meng if he wants to come."

Tao Yaoye had anticipated this and smiled. "I've already asked Senior Brother Meng. He's in seclusion and can't leave."

"I see. Then let's go." Lu Yang felt a bit disappointed. He had hoped to ride in a carriage.

Fortunately, the marriage proposal entourage had been scared off by Bu Yu Taoist's schemes. Otherwise, the moment Lu Yang stepped out, a group of Body Fusion stage experts would surround him, trying to introduce their disciples, daughters, granddaughters...

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On the flying boat, Lu Yang asked about the mission.

"The mission comes from Song Yuanwai's family in Yuanhe County, Qingshui Prefecture, Yun State. They have a strange painting that emits eerie sounds at midnight. Several passing cultivators have tried to deal with it but failed. The last one suggested that Song Yuanwai seek help from the immortal sects."

"I see."

The flying boat docked in Qingshui Prefecture. They disembarked and rented two horses to head to Yuanhe County.

Upon arrival, they patted the horses' rumps, and the horses ran back to their owner.

"Should we go to Song Yuanwai's house?"

Lu Yang shook his head. "No rush. Let's first ask around about Song Yuanwai and his family."

"Alright."

Tao Yaoye was quite different from when she first joined the sect. Back then, she was stunning but a bit naive. Now, at eighteen, she was graceful and charming, attracting many admiring glances along the way.

Both of them had an imposing presence, so no one dared to harass Tao Yaoye.

"Boss, two bowls of wonton, please. Extra vinegar in mine," Lu Yang said, choosing a wonton stall.

"Coming right up."

When the two bowls of wonton arrived, Tao Yaoye took a bite and quietly complained, "Senior Brother, this wonton isn't very good."

"That's the point. It's almost mealtime, and there aren't many customers. That tells you how average the taste is."

"Then why are we eating here?"

"Because when business is slow, the owner is more likely to chat with us... Boss, how long have you been running this stall?"

"Almost thirty years. Not to brag, but everyone in Yuanhe County knows my wonton stall."

"You two seem like outsiders?"

"We're doctors from the neighboring Panlong Prefecture. Someone in the Song family is ill, and they invited us to take a look. We're not familiar with the area and haven't found Song Yuanwai's house yet."

"Oh, you're looking for Song Yuanwai's place? It's not far. Just go straight, take the first left, and you'll find it."

Lu Yang already knew it wasn't far. He had specifically chosen a wonton stall near the Song residence.

Lu Yang kept his head down, taking small bites of wonton and sipping the sour soup.

Seeing Lu Yang fall silent, the wonton stall owner started talking.

"Doctor, who's sick in the Song family? Is it Song Yuanwai?"

Calling doctors from a neighboring prefecture suggested a serious illness, something worth gossiping about.

"That I can't say," Lu Yang replied with a smile, then casually asked, "Are you familiar with the Song family?"

"The Song family emerged about twenty years ago, mainly relying on Song Yuanwai. He's quite a character. He passed the scholar exam when he was young but never advanced further. In middle age, he lost his wife and son and was always frowning."

"Then one day, he suddenly had a breakthrough and started doing business. No one knows how, but his wealth grew rapidly. He remarried and had three sons and a daughter."

"Song Yuanwai is a good man. He built two schools and donated many books."

Tao Yaoye nodded. Song Yuanwai seemed like a good person. The only mystery was how he suddenly became successful in business. But that had nothing to do with their mission.

"Hey, isn't that Senior Brother Lu Yang?"

A sweet, melodious voice called out, full of surprise.

Lu Yang turned and was equally surprised. "Junior Sister Lan Ting?"

Lan Ting had spotted a familiar figure at the wonton stall from afar. As she got closer, she confirmed it was Lu Yang.

Seeing Lan Ting approach, Tao Yaoye quickly stood up, positioning herself between them, and greeted warmly, "Junior Sister Lan, what brings you here?"

Lan Ting smiled radiantly, her beauty almost blinding. "Oh, it's Junior Sister Tao. I only saw Senior Brother Lu Yang earlier. My apologies."

"As cultivators, we should be aware of our surroundings. Junior Sister Lan, your training needs improvement."

"Junior Sister Tao, you're mistaken. Cultivators need keen senses to avoid danger. Do you think I'd encounter danger here?"

Lan Ting continued with a smile, "Besides, with Senior Brother Lu Yang here, what danger could there be? Junior Sister Tao, you're underestimating Senior Brother Lu Yang."

Hearing the exchange, Lu Yang felt he should say something.

"Boss, another bowl of wonton, please."

The second serving will be around eleven o'clock.