The immortal pill is reborn and possesses the body of the charming female shopkeeper.

Chapter 81 The Tower of Cleansing the Soul

The middle-aged man seemed intent on getting to know the two, and his manner of speaking was quite friendly.

After introductions, Luo Sifan learned that the man's surname was Lu, given name Juefei, a native of Haizhou, from a local family of self-cultivators. More than ten years ago, he had been traveling and visiting ancient sites, admiring Xu Yuanxiang's conduct, and had mistakenly entered this place.

The three chatted for a long time, while the onlookers lingered, discussing the sight of Luo Sifan flying through the air.

"Brother Lin, Sister Shu, this is not the place to talk. Please come with me!"

Lu Juefei frowned slightly and gestured for the two to join him.

Luo Sifan and Shu Hongyi did not object, and nodded as they followed Lu Juefei out of the crowd, walking and chatting along the street.

"Brother Lu, there are quite a few residents in this Yinshuang City, but it seems that most of them know nothing about cultivation?"

Luo Sifan was quite surprised as he traveled. The Silverfrost Empire had many cultivation sects and numerous legendary families, which the common people had heard of and should not be unfamiliar with.

"Not just most of them..."

Lu Juefei continued, only uttering half a sentence before a slight smile appeared on his lips:

“The cultivators in Yinshuang City are living a life of unbridled pleasure and would never show their faces. You two, just follow me.”

As they wandered through the streets and alleys, a corner of a towering building gradually came into view before Luo and Shu.

Luo Sifan recognized it; it was the same tall tower he had seen when he leaped into the air, his face contorted with shock.

The tower is as black as ink, with dark blue-black tiles. Each layer of eaves is decorated with white bells, densely packed and stacked dozens of times, reaching straight into the sky.

From a distance, it looks like a long sword stuck upside down in Yinshuang City.

Shu Hongyi was a skilled swordsman, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at the swords, becoming somewhat moved.

"The sword shape of this tower looks strangely familiar!"

While lost in thought, Shu Hongyi murmured to herself.

"As a sword cultivator, Sister Shu should know a great deal about the famous swords of my Silverfrost Empire, which are renowned throughout the world, right?"

Lu Juefei couldn't help but chime in from the side.

"A famous sword?... Yinshuang!"

Upon hearing the phrase "famous swords of the world," Shu Hongyi's heart stirred, and she exclaimed softly, losing her composure.

Then, his gaze toward Mota became intense.

A surge of spiritual energy welled up in his eyes, and he unconsciously wanted to use the technique of visualization.

"Wait a minute!"

Lu Juefei gave a soft shout, his face showing some anxiety.

"Sister Shu, your cultivation journey hasn't reached its destination yet. Be careful not to end up like Brother Lin, facing the city's vigilance!"

Upon hearing this, Shu Hongyi reluctantly withdrew her cultivation technique, her eyes flashing as she stared at the tower, unable to look away for even a moment.

"Senior Shu, what treasure did you find?"

Luo Sifan noticed that she was lost in thought and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Shu Hongyi rolled her eyes at him:

"You call yourself a swordsman, and your talent isn't bad either. Silver Frost is the number one sword in the world, and you don't even recognize it?"

Luo Sifan still looked bewildered. He had only been learning swordsmanship from Master Lu for about ten days, so how could he know these things?

"What a pity, such a talented person..."

Seeing that he was quite old and, although his swordsmanship was exceptional, his understanding was dull, Shu Hongyi felt a pang of regret, thinking that he had mistakenly chosen an incompetent teacher.

The sword-like shape of the tower before us is comparable to that of the most famous sword masters in the Silverfrost Empire. Who among them is not as renowned as Lei?

"This is the number one swordsman of the East, Xu Yuanxiang, whose first sword is the source of his fame, the Frost Chant!"

Shu Hongyi's admiration was evident, and she spoke softly, her tone becoming much more serious.

"Oh!"

Luo Sifan seemed to understand but not quite, and his expression was somewhat perfunctory.

Little did he know the legendary story of how he attached himself to this sword would stir up waves of emotion in Shu Hongyi's heart.

"You two! We've arrived!"

In front of a sparsely populated, ancient-looking temple gate, Lu Juefei stopped and called out softly to the two of them.

It is unknown who this temple is dedicated to. On the double-eaved stone gate in front of the temple, the two characters "洗心" (xixin, meaning "wash one's heart") are carved.

The majestic, sky-reaching pagoda of the Ink Pagoda is right before our eyes; it must be located within this temple.

"Xu Yuanxiang's handwritten letter!"

Shu Hongyi stared at the stone gate with fascination, blurting out the word "washing the heart" as she pondered its meaning. Her face gradually showed shock and confusion.

"Shu, you have a good eye! Let's go inside first!"

As a fellow fan of Xu Yuanxiang, Lu Juefei couldn't help but show a hint of admiration.

Among true fans, mutual appreciation is inevitable.

The two characters “washing one’s heart” reveal Xu Yuanxiang’s feelings in their pauses and throes: pride, heartache, repentance, and unyieldingness… a complex mix of emotions. Although Shu Hongyi was surprised, she couldn’t understand the true feelings behind them for a moment, so she simply shook her head and stepped into the temple gate with Lu Juefei and the others.

The atmosphere changed abruptly after passing through the temple gate.

The spiritual energy was abundant and unrestrained, and all those who came and went were accomplished cultivators.

In small groups, each gathered in their own place, their words passionate, their gestures animated, and their various spiritual energies uncontrollably spilling out with their emotions.

They were clearly discussing and debating certain doubts about spiritual practice.

For a moment, Shu Hongyi thought she had entered a lecture hall where disciples of a major cultivation sect gathered.

However, the people in front of him, men and women, with different accents, ages, and clothing and decorations, clearly came from different parts of the country and were not from the same group.

Luo Sifan looked around carefully, observing the people passing by, keeping an eye out for Lin Qianxiu and the others.

"Brother Lu! This place is rather puzzling!"

Shu Hongyi glanced at Lu Juefei, wondering what his explanation would be.

Lu Juefei chuckled, feeling relaxed and at ease as if he were back home.

"Sister Shu, Brother Lin, we are both cultivators, and this place is a treasure trove for our cultivation! Can you guess who the owner of this place is?"

Seeing his barely suppressed excitement, and recalling everything she had heard and seen, the answer seemed obvious to her. She said, somewhat lost in thought:

"Could it be Xu Yuanxiang?"

Lu Juefei nodded smugly:

"Exactly!"

"How is that possible!"

Shu Hongyi's face turned pale, and she immediately shook her head in disbelief.

This person has been dead for eight hundred years. It is said that his cultivation level was only Nascent Soul before he died. How could he possibly have such a long lifespan and survive to this day?

Lu Juefei remained calm and confident, showing no surprise at Shu Hongyi's reaction.

"You two come with me, and you'll understand after you've seen and experienced it!"

Lu Juefei raised his head and led the two to the ink tower.

The jade stone, about ten feet high, is as smooth as a mirror. The ink pagoda stands in the center of the jade square, with its eight sides facing the eight sides of the square.

The tower stands majestically, its top barely visible even when Luo Sifan looks up. It is as beautiful as gold and jade, adorned with subtle, intricate patterns, and is exceptionally magnificent.

On the Jade Square, figures were everywhere, some sitting, some standing, most of them quietly recuperating and practicing different techniques, clearly not from the same lineage.

"This tower is said to have been transformed from the Divine Sword of Frost Chant! All that Xu Yuanxiang gained in his life is contained within it! Its wondrous treasures are inexhaustible!"

Lu Juefei led the two of them towards the tower in the Jade Square. The usually calm man was now beaming with excitement and could not contain his excitement.

"Moreover, this tower has no restrictions! Anyone who intends to cultivate and advance, regardless of sect, race, or origin, can enter the tower to cultivate! As long as it is within your ability and you reach the required level, you can take any of the treasures and cultivation techniques within the tower!"

Lu Juefei's expression and tone were incredibly seductive as he described the pagoda wonderland that moved Shu Hongyi and made her yearn for it.

Luo Sifan was oblivious to the severity of the situation; his eyes were still darting around, as if searching for someone.

Suddenly, the little brother in my arms started barking wildly, struggled to jump out, and leaped towards a corner of the square.

Luo Sifan looked over, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted with joy:

"Qingyao!"

In a corner of the square, amidst the mixed trees and jade steps, sat a small, sullen figure. Who else could it be but Qingyao?