#183 - Qin Zhengqiu's True Pursuit

Since the introduction of mahjong, the level of entertainment for everyone in the Wei household has taken a significant leap forward.

Especially Liang Qin, who became truly addicted, spending her days practicing her swordsmanship and organizing mahjong games. Later, she even taught this "national treasure" to Liang Zhen, and it is said that a "mahjong storm" has now swept through the Azure-Clad Army.

Good heavens, even the army has fallen, can you believe it?

Wei Changtian himself did not become too engrossed in it, and most of the time he was dragged into a few rounds by Liang Qin under the pretext of needing a fourth player.

However, compared to poker, his mahjong skills were truly lacking, and after a few days, he began to lose more than he won.

A great man should have lofty ambitions, how can he indulge in this small card table!

This was Wei Changtian's bold statement after being hit with seven consecutive winning hands. Although it was unclear where these lofty ambitions were, he did indeed rarely participate in mahjong games after that.

Time passed in this way for another ten days or so. The festive atmosphere in Shu Prefecture gradually faded, and the shops along the streets reopened for business.

For Wei Changtian, he could do whatever he wanted every day, and if he wished, he could even play mahjong at home for a whole year.

But for the ordinary people who were "involuntarily" bound, the pressures of life forced them to continue their daily labor and busyness after a short rest, repeating this process until they turned into a wisp of yellow earth in the world.

This is an inescapable cycle.

And it is within this cycle that a new year, seemingly no different from the past, quietly began.

The twelfth day of the first month of the sixteenth year of Tianji, Mount Jiuding.

In the majestic main hall, Qin Zhengqiu was looking at Wei Changtian sitting beside him with a smiling face, his expression extremely kind.

"Changtian, have you felt any changes in your luck recently?"

"The day you killed Xiao Feng, I seemed to see a vast amount of luck pouring into you. Presumably, that was the remaining half of the Heavenly Dao's luck!"

"..."

You saw it? Where did you see it?

Wei Changtian was speechless for a moment, thinking that if he told Qin Zhengqiu that there were still thirteen Sons of Heaven, this old man would probably slap him to death...

After hesitating for a moment, he revealed a profound smile on his face.

"Grandpa, to be honest, transcending mortality and ascending to immortality is nothing to me now. It can be said that it is a certainty."

"I estimate that it will only take fifty or sixty years at most."

Brag first, it doesn't matter if it can be achieved.

It is difficult to predict what he will be like in fifty years, but Qin Zhengqiu will definitely have passed away by then.

"Fifty years..."

Qin Zhengqiu's face was somewhat disappointed, as if regretting that he could not see what a true immortal looked like with his own eyes.

Wei Changtian really wanted to satisfy his curiosity in advance, but unfortunately, the combat power ceiling in the original novel was only a first-rank "half-immortal", and "true immortals" were not mentioned at all.

Or perhaps no one in this world can become an immortal.

"It's nothing serious."

Qin Zhengqiu restrained his emotions and shook his head with a smile: "They were just minor injuries."

"That's good."

Wei Changtian nodded slightly, his tone quite sincere this time.

Although no one on their side died in the Battle of Yanyun Mountain that day, everyone was injured.

The others were fine, but Qin Zhengqiu seemed to be seriously injured. He had been in seclusion to heal his injuries since returning from Yanyun Mountain, and only came out yesterday.

"Grandpa, if you have any hidden injuries or ailments, you can tell me, I might be able to help."

After thinking for a while, Wei Changtian added another sentence, still a little worried.

Qin Zhengqiu laughed twice upon hearing this, his voice full of energy.

"Hahaha, I know what I'm doing."

"Although the few experts on the other side that day were at the second rank, I'm afraid they haven't fought anyone for a long time. Their moves were no longer what they used to be, how could I be seriously injured by them!"

"Changtian, you can rest assured, there's no need to worry about me!"

"..."

Qin Zhengqiu had already stated his position, and Wei Changtian didn't want to say anything more.

However, talking about this, he suddenly thought of something.

Swordsman Scholar Chang Shu'an, White-Clad Wu Tianqing, Poet Demon Li Mingchun...

He had already found out the identities of the five experts on the other side that day, and combined with the content of the original novel, he knew that they came from an ancient and mysterious organization called "Kui Long".

The problem now is that he knows too little about Kui Long.

"Grandpa, have you heard of Kui Long?"

"Kui Long?"

Qin Zhengqiu frowned and asked, "Could it be some kind of demon beast?"

"No, it's the name of the organization that Chang Shu'an and the others belong to."

Wei Changtian said truthfully: "Grandpa, although we didn't find anything useful on them that day, I later found out through other means that they all belong to a mysterious organization called Kui Long."

"This organization has probably existed for over a thousand years, and its actions are very secretive. Apart from a name, I haven't found anything else."

"Kui Long..."

Qin Zhengqiu murmured the name again, his expression not very surprised.

After all, five second-rank experts appeared at the same time, and even a fool would know that there must be a powerful force behind them.

"I will send someone to investigate. As long as this organization really exists, then no matter how secretive it is, it will definitely leave traces."

After thinking for a while, Qin Zhengqiu said seriously: "Before a thorough investigation is completed, Changtian, you still need to be more careful on weekdays."

"Yes, I understand."

Wei Changtian nodded, knowing that Qin Zhengqiu was worried about his safety.

However, he himself wasn't too afraid.

There are still more than two thousand system points, which can be exchanged for at least four "God Strikes".

Even if Kui Long sent the Jade Emperor to find trouble with him, the ending would be nothing more than "death".

"..."

The sun gradually set in the west, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds.

The two chatted about other things for a while, and Wei Changtian saw that it was getting late, so he got up and prepared to take his leave.

Qin Zhengqiu didn't try to keep him, and ordered two inner disciples to escort Wei Changtian down the mountain, while he slowly walked back to his bedroom.

However, as soon as he entered the room, the Tianluo Sect Leader, who had just been full of energy, was like a deflated balloon, and his whole person instantly became shaky.

He took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the futon tremblingly.

It took a long time for Qin Zhengqiu's breathing to gradually return to normal, but his face was still pale.

That's right, his injury was actually quite serious. Although it wasn't fatal, he probably didn't have many years left to live, and the strength he could exert had also fallen from the late second rank to the early second rank.

How could he not pay a price for killing four second-rank experts at once.

As for the nonchalant appearance just now... it was forcibly put on by forcing the blood to circulate through internal force.

Qin Zhengqiu didn't tell anyone about his serious injury, because he knew very well that once this matter was leaked, especially if it was known by those so-called righteous sects, the Tianluo Sect would be in danger of annihilation.

He would hide it for as long as he could.

He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

Thinking of the little story of "encountering immortals in a dream and competing for the mandate of heaven" again, Qin Zhengqiu suddenly smiled.

After all, he had lived for nearly a hundred years and was the number one expert on the surface of Daming. How could he really easily believe such a fantastic and outrageous story?

His grandson does have a shocking secret hidden in him, but it is not what he said it was—this was Qin Zhengqiu's judgment from beginning to end.

But even so, Qin Zhengqiu did not regret the price he paid to help Wei Changtian.

"Family affection" only accounted for a very small part of the reason.

More importantly, he always had a vague feeling—

Even without that "immortal in the dream", his grandson might really be able to become an immortal, and the Tianluo Sect would therefore embark on an unprecedented peak.

This is what Qin Zhengqiu really wanted.