Chapter 1396: The friendship of eight thousand taels

Pure Yang Zhenren stroked his beard and continued to throw out his own point of view.

"We all know that the higher the martial arts cultivation, the longer the lifespan. Not to mention ordinary martial artists, just take Grandmasters; it is said they can live to three or five hundred years old. Although this poor Daoist has never seen a three or five hundred-year-old Grandmaster, I think this statement has a basis and is not shooting at random. Doesn't this have the same wonderful effect as cultivating immortality?

This poor Daoist flipped through ancient books and documents; it is rumored that there were once thousand-year-old cultivators who descended. Ordinary cultivators, also known as Qi-refiners, live at least one hundred and fifty years, and at most two or three hundred years, all depending on their cultivation. In essence, this is the same as martial arts. Therefore, saying martial arts is another form of cultivating immortality also makes some sense.

However, we should just chat about this privately; don't spread it. If you say martial arts is cultivating immortality, if this spreads, I don't know how many people will go crazy again."

The martial artists outside are already crazy enough; for the sake of cultivation and improving strength, they take pills regardless of their lives. In the end, they either die from pill poison or go into Qi deviation.

Advancing to the Ninth Rank is not something that can be achieved by taking pills; everyone is gifted. Advancing to Grandmaster is even more of a genius among geniuses; one must be outstanding in every aspect—cultivation, comprehension, state of mind... none can be missing.

Chen Guanlou pondered for a while. He could now understand why he and Pure Yang Zhenren could be friends. Not only are they birds of a feather, but also because their thoughts and views are very close, having similar ideas.

"If martial arts is really an alternative form of cultivating immortality, what is above Grandmaster, and what is above Great Grandmaster?"

Pure Yang Zhenren shook his head. "This poor Daoist doesn't know. This poor Daoist has only heard of Great Grandmaster. Above Great Grandmaster, no one should have been able to achieve it to this day. This means no one knows what is above Great Grandmaster."

"Is it possible that in our world, the highest cultivation that the laws of Heaven can tolerate is Great Grandmaster? If one wants to break through Great Grandmaster cultivation, one has to go to another domain, such as the cultivation world."

"It's possible! In short, everything is possible."

Chen Guanlou suddenly laughed. "If our previous statement holds, this means Heaven is deliberately suppressing the martial power of our world."

Hearing this, Pure Yang Zhenren was dumbfounded and greatly shocked.

His heart received a great shock. There was a sense of refreshment, like an enlightenment.

In short, he had an epiphany!

"This poor Daoist has never thought in this direction. Since you said this, it seems everything can be explained. Why were there cultivators in the early Great Yu Dynasty, but now there is no trace of them? If it is really Heaven suppressing us, it means Heaven does not allow cultivators here, and the laws of Heaven cannot accommodate cultivators. Cultivators no longer appearing is not only because resources are exhausted, but more likely because they want to come but cannot. Heaven does not allow them to come to this world. It's clear, everything is clear..."

Chen Guanlou signaled Pure Yang not to be too excited; this was just a bold guess, a conclusion reached by opening his brain, and it couldn't be taken as truth.

Pure Yang Zhenren didn't think so. "It must be this way; it must be Heaven controlling everything. Why was there no martial arts before, until the middle and late Great Yu Dynasty, when martial arts appeared, along with martial meridians? Flipping through all the documents of the early Great Yu Dynasty, there has never been a mention of martial meridians."

Chen Guanlou brought up another matter. "I heard that the Imperial Ancestor's cultivation is Great Grandmaster. He stays in seclusion for years, never coming out unless necessary. Do you say he can penetrate Great Grandmaster? Can he advance to a higher cultivation and break through the Great Grandmaster realm?"

"With the suppression of Heaven, he definitely cannot. Unless, as you said, he enters another domain, such as the cultivation world."

"Have you seen the Imperial Ancestor? When the late Emperor passed away, he appeared in the Imperial Palace."

Pure Yang Zhenren sighed. "It's a pity, this poor Daoist has never seen that ancestor. I only heard people say that the Imperial Ancestor looks very young, looking like he is in his thirties. It's truly incredible. I don't know if he is two hundred years old."

Chen Guanlou raised an eyebrow and smiled. "The Great Qian Dynasty has only existed for three hundred years."

"Still the same sentence, everything is possible."

"Let's not talk about this." Chen Guanlou drank the wine in his cup in one gulp. "There is something I need your help with."

"Speak."

"In the Great Wilderness, I rescued two women who were abducted and trafficked, took them away from the Great Wilderness, and had a security firm escort them back to the capital. Their families probably can't accommodate them, so I found a place for them—to be Daoist nuns in your Yuquan Palace. One is a daughter of an official family, who has read books since childhood and has good talent. One is a maid from a wealthy family, who knows the rules and knows how to advance and retreat, and was abducted to protect her mistress. How about it? This little favor won't make things difficult for you, right?"

As soon as Pure Yang Zhenren heard this, he immediately put down his wine glass.

"I said, why would you be so kind as to invite me for flower wine. It turns out not only do you want to default on the debt, but you also want to find trouble for me. What do you think my Yuquan Palace is? Last time you stuffed two children in, and now you want to stuff two abducted women in. Do you really think Yuquan Palace is a shelter where any cat or dog can enter?"

Pure Yang Zhenren was exasperated and pointed at Chen Guanlou's nose and cursed. Being friends with him was the worst luck of eight lifetimes; not paying back the money and defaulting was enough, and he still had to wipe his butt.

"How about you pay back the eight thousand taels first, and this poor Daoist will consider it."

"Impossible! These are two different things and cannot be mixed together. Between you and me, why talk about money? Talking about money hurts feelings."

"Talking about feelings hurts money. This poor Daoist owes you in this life!" Pure Yang Zhenren said angrily.

Chen Guanlou smiled. "I also entrusted the security firm to escort a horse back to the capital. This horse is very smart and especially likes your pills. Once the horse enters the capital, I will find you to buy some pills every month; I definitely won't treat you badly. Do you feel better now?"

"Chen Guanlou, oh Chen Guanlou, you have money to waste, preferring to buy pills for the horse to eat, but refusing to pay back this poor Daoist's money—are you still human?"

"You have to change your perspective to think about the problem. I treat the horse so well; I will only treat people better. If you have difficulties another day, for example, if the Emperor wants to kill you, I will definitely save you and take you out of the capital. I will even protect your successor well; how about it, is that enough?"

Pure Yang Zhenren reluctantly agreed.

Refining pills for the Emperor is a good job, but also a job with extremely high risks.

With Chen Guanlou's words, he doesn't have to worry about dying at the hands of the Emperor. The other party keeps his word and is a person who keeps his promises. Not to mention there is the friendship of eight thousand taels.

"Fine, fine, it really is owing you in the past life, and paying back the debt in this life. When will those two women arrive in the capital?"

"They walk slowly; I estimate it will take another two months."

"When people arrive, send them directly to Yuquan Palace. This poor Daoist will give instructions, and someone will receive them."

"Old Daoist, you are the one who is reasonable." Chen Guanlou hugged the other party's shoulder and laughed loudly.

Pure Yang Zhenren followed with a laugh, exceptionally yin-yang, his expression exceptionally disgusted.

"Remember, this is the friendship of eight thousand taels!"

"Eight thousand is eight thousand!" ===== CHAPTER 1397 =====