My Longevity Simulation
chapter-208

"Still too young. Even with my secret assistance, it's difficult for him to endure such a massive impact of information."

Li Fan looked at Ye Feipeng, who remained in a state of unconscious pain, silently contemplating.

He took out a Spirit Awakening Fruit from the storage ring and fed it to Ye Feipeng.

Afterwards, he used his spiritual qi to help Ye Feipeng refine it.

Soon, Ye Feipeng's complexion relaxed.

Li Fan gently stroked his head, activating the Cloud Water Illusory Dream Art again, meticulously refining Ye Feipeng's memories of his "previous life."

When Ye Feipeng woke up again the next day, drenched in sweat, his expression was much calmer.

He wrote down a prescription and ordered someone to fetch the required ingredients.

While taking a hot bath, he planned the path of his rise in this world.

Compared to yesterday's chaotic thoughts, his mind was significantly clearer today.

"With the help of the Cleansing Heart Mantra and the prescription, I should be able to expel the miasma in my body."

"But without spiritual energy, I can't cultivate, rendering my efforts futile."

"I must not wait for ten more years; I have to seize this opportunity and leave early."

In Ye Feipeng's memory, about half a month later, a cultivator would arrive in Dali by chance.

This cultivator wasn't the one who had been cooperating with Dali previously, so he was unwilling to risk helping the citizens of Dali cross secretly.

Ignoring the desperate pleas of the Dali officials, this cultivator was about to leave.

Suddenly, the Emperor remembered the white bone hand that had fallen in the imperial palace not long ago.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Emperor declared that Dali possessed a legendary treasure.

As long as the cultivator was willing to take a group of people to the cultivation world, he would present this extraordinary treasure.

Perhaps due to fear of the Immortal-Mortal Miasma, the cultivator did not directly resort to force.

After some consideration, he agreed.

However, he had his conditions.

He would only take children with an innate talent for cultivation, and the number couldn't be too large.

So, the cultivator personally selected ten children from the descendants of the powerful families in Dali and took them to the cultivation world.

Ye Feipeng remembered that among them were Xiao Heng of the Xiao family and Su Changyu of the Su family.

He, however, did not meet the qualifications due to his insufficient talent.

Thus, he wasted ten years in Dali.

"In my previous life, when I was in the mid Qi Condensation stage, I once encountered Xiao Heng by chance. At that time, he was already in the Foundation Establishment stage, far surpassing me."

"Cultivation must grow step by step."

"Wasting ten years results in completely different achievements in the future."

"This life will definitely not be the same."

"As long as I can break free from this predicament, I will be like a fish leaping into the vast sea or a bird soaring in the sky."

Ye Feipeng's eyes gleamed, walking out of the wooden tub and closing his eyes to practice the Cleansing Heart Mantra.

Perhaps due to the benefits of reincarnation, he felt that the efficiency of expelling the miasma from his body in this life was much faster than in the previous one.

In just over ten days, he almost completely rid himself of the miasma.

This made Ye Feipeng even more delighted.

However, in the following days, Ye Feipeng paused the process of purging the miasma.

A mortal without any miasma in his body would be too conspicuous.

If it aroused the suspicion of that immortal, it would be unfavorable.

In the current state, he seemed like a mortal with little Immortal-Mortal Miasma in his body.

It ensured that he would be selected without attracting much attention—an optimal balance.

"With this new opportunity, it's important to be cautious," Ye Feipeng reminded himself continually.

Following the same script as his memory, five days later, that cultivator arrived in the capital.

After another half-day, along with thousands of bewildered children, Ye Feipeng arrived at the square to be selected by the cultivator.

Even for a reborn person, his fate still rested in the hands of others at this moment.

This made Ye Feipeng somewhat nervous.

Fortunately, when the cultivator's gaze swept over him, it paused for a moment, and he was ultimately selected.

This made Ye Feipeng relieved and somewhat excited.

Not long after, the other children who were not chosen left.

The vast square now only had ten anxious children, including Ye Feipeng, along with the cultivator.

The cultivator summoned a flying boat, ready to take them away.

At this moment, Su Changyu suddenly shouted, "Immortal, please save my sister!"

Ye Feipeng's heart moved.

In his memories, it seemed that the cultivation talent of this little sister was even more terrifying than Xiao Heng.

In the previous life, before his own death, he vaguely heard that she seemed to have achieved the realm of Golden Core.

Although the cultivator was a bit impatient, he still went to the Su family.

When he returned, he had a joyful expression.

So, the group gained another infant who was still in swaddling clothes.

Before departing, the cultivator distributed the Cleansing Heart Mantra and the accompanying medicine, instructing them to cultivate on their own first.

After flying for more than ten days through Dali, the flying boat finally broke through the Immortal Extinction Formation, arriving in the cultivation world.

Feeling the dense spiritual energy around, Ye Feipeng was immediately immersed in deep ecstasy.

Carefully guiding the spiritual energy into his body, Ye Feipeng officially began his transformation into a cultivator.

After an unknown period, a thunderous shout suddenly exploded near his ears, waking him from his cultivation.

"Which cultivator dares to smuggle mortals!"

The thunderous voice echoed in his ears. Amidst the dizziness, Ye Feipeng's heart jumped.

A bad premonition suddenly surged.

"Fellow Daoist, please let me explain..." The cultivator who brought them out hurriedly tried to explain.

However, the other party seemed to have no intention of showing mercy.

"Stop the nonsense! According to the laws of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, those who smuggle mortals across the boundary must die!"

"Boom!"

With the opponent's indifferent voice, Ye Feipeng felt the flying boat he was on seemed to be hit, violently shaking.

"You're really going too far! If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability!"

The thunderous clash of techniques continuously resounded. The waves of spiritual energy stirred up were like hurricanes.

The flying boat was suddenly as fragile as drifting duckweed, swaying and about to fall at any moment.

Inside the cabin, the people from Dali had all awakened from their cultivation, except for Su Xiaomei, who was still sleeping soundly.

Although they had some cultivation talent, they were still children of about ten years old.

Moreover, they were the pampered children of wealthy families and had never witnessed mortal combat, let alone the scene of the two immortals fighting.

All of them turned pale, panicking and bewildered.

Only Ye Feipeng kept his composure, looking outside the flying boat.

He saw that the two cultivators seemed to have similar strengths, engaged in intense battle.

The momentum was grand, with radiance filling the sky.

It was impossible to see the specific scenes of their confrontation.

But judging from the aftermath of their clash, both of them were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage.

"This flying boat was not a formidable magical device from the beginning."

"It was already damaged from a frontal attack by that Foundation Establishment cultivator who suddenly appeared just now."

"Now, under the impact of the battle between the two sides, it is on the verge of complete destruction."

"Moreover, it seems that the matter of illegal border crossing has already been exposed."

"Staying here is a dead end!"

Ye Feipeng forced himself to calm down, thinking rapidly.

"I operated this flying boat in my previous life. As long as there are no restrictions, any Qi Condensation cultivator can drive it."

Thinking of this, Ye Feipeng rushed to the front of the ship, leaving the bewildered children behind.

Xiao Heng was a bit more alert, following him to see if there was any way to help.

Su Changyu was the oldest among these children, but he hadn't completely dispelled the miasma in his body yet; he was still just an ordinary person.

Knowing that he couldn't be of much help, he didn't join in the commotion.

He just took care of Su Xiaomei and calmed the crowd.

"Fatty, what are you doing?" Xiao Heng walked into the bow of the ship and saw Ye Feipeng touching the empty space in front of him.

Sweat beads kept falling from his forehead, looking extremely strenuous.

Ye Feipeng didn't answer and instead exerted all his efforts to control the flying boat beneath his feet.

"Oh, I see. You want to control the flying boat and escape," Xiao Heng observed for a while and suddenly realized.

"Why isn't it moving?" Ye Feipeng, irritated by the incessant questions, felt weak in his mind and involuntarily fell to the ground.

"Let me try!"

Ye Feipeng was about to scold Xiao Heng but suddenly felt the flying boat under him trembling slightly.

"Isn't it easy?"

"You can control the flying boat?"

The two voices sounded simultaneously.

A hint of surprise flashed across Ye Feipeng's face, followed by a few traces of jealousy upon hearing the words.

However, life and death were at stake now, and he couldn't afford to care about such matters.

Suppressing his emotions, Ye Feipeng hastily urged, "Quick, steer the flying boat away from here."

Innocently, Xiao Heng's voice came, "Where can we escape to? Everything around us looks the same, and we can't tell the direction!"

Ye Feipeng immediately became anxious, "Just choose any direction..."

Before he could finish his words, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

As if he had figured out something, Ye Feipeng quickly looked outside the flying boat, carefully distinguishing the surrounding scenery.

On the not-too-distant sea surface, nine whirlpools of varying sizes were distributed.

The sea currents were turbulent, making them particularly conspicuous.

"I seem to have been to this sea area when I tried to return to Dali in my previous life."

"The islands guarded by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance are not an option. But in the northwest direction, there seems to be an uninhabited island."

"Let's go there to lay low for now."

Quickly determining the direction, Ye Feipeng pointed and said to Xiao Heng, "Quick, fly towards that direction!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Heng immediately manipulated the flying boat, escaping from the battlefield unnoticed by the two Foundation Establishment cultivators who were seemingly engaged in a fierce battle.

Ye Feipeng couldn't help feeling excited.

After flying for more than a day, they finally saw a small island covered with dense forest.

"We're here, fly into the forest, and let's hide first." Ye Feipeng quickly instructed.

Feeling relieved, Xiao Heng carefully landed the flying boat in the forest.

Ye Feipeng had everyone pluck branches and leaves, placing them on the surface of the flying boat as camouflage.

Then, the group returned to the cabin to discuss the next steps.

"We just arrived in the cultivation world, and we encountered such a thing. We're really unlucky!" Xiao Heng sighed.

"It's already good to be alive. Didn't you hear that our illegal crossing has been discovered?" Another child, about the same age as Xiao Heng, said.

Ye Feipeng said, "Now we can only hide on this island for a while. When the storm passes, we can think of a way to leave."

The people sighed in frustration, their little faces full of confusion.

"That's the only way. Fortunately, there is a water source and fruit trees on this island. We don't have to worry about food for the time being." Su Changyu sighed.

The future was uncertain, and everyone's mood was not good.

As night fell, they soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Ye Feipeng suddenly felt a strange sensation and woke up from his sleep.

He quietly approached the exterior of the flying boat, only to see a streak of escape light descending from the sky in an instant.

The target was directly aimed at the flying boat concealed below.

"Oh no!" Ye Feipeng's heart jolted.

Before he could react, the light had already arrived in front of him.

"Hurry, help me inside..."

The person who came was the cultivator who had taken them out of Dali.

However, at this moment, he was covered in blood, weak, and seemed to be seriously injured.

Nevertheless, he was still a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Ye Feipeng didn't dare to act rashly, responded with an affirmation, and was about to go forward to assist.

But then he saw the other person suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fall forward to the ground.

After convulsing a few times, he never moved again.

"Senior!" Ye Feipeng immediately let out a cry of surprise.

At this moment, an anomaly occurred in the sky above.

"Qi Condensation cultivator Fan Li cultivated the Dao for one hundred and sixty-five years. He achieved the Foundation with the Heavenly Treasure 'Eclipse Staff.' He suffered severe injuries in a battle in the Cong Yun Sea and was unable to recover."

"Now, he has died and has returned to the Dao!"

The brilliant scene, like fireworks, illuminated the sky.

Ye Feipeng was completely stunned by this unexpected spectacle.

"He... died?"

He was dumbfounded.

He never expected that this cultivator named Fan Li, who had barely escaped a disaster, would die right in front of him.

An ordinary bamboo staff slowly emerged beside his body.

Looking at the corpse of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Ye Feipeng's mind.

Holding his breath, he approached quietly.

When he reached the side of the corpse, he stayed still for a while.

After a while, he slowly squatted down and, illuminated by the firework-like announcement overhead, began to search the body quickly.

"What are you doing?"

In the silent night, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ye Feipeng was startled and almost fell to the ground.

Turning around, he saw Xiao Heng looking at him with astonishment while he was searching the corpse.

"Hush!" Ye Feipeng couldn't help gesturing for silence.

Xiao Heng realized it now.

He approached and whispered, "What happened to this cultivator? Why did he die?"

"I guess he suffered severe injuries in the fight with that person just now. He barely managed to fly here but couldn't hold on any longer and died." Ye Feipeng casually replied, continuing to search the corpse.

"Why doesn't he even have a storage ring?" After flipping for a long time, he couldn't find what he was looking for.

Ye Feipeng couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Storage ring? Is it this?" Xiao Heng picked up a ring from the ground and asked.