Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

Fenghe Road.

Old Tavern.

Liang Sheng sat at the table drinking wine, listening to the storyteller recounting tales of the City Lord’s Mansion suppressing the Church of All Beings. Huang Yifan stood behind him.

Previously, Liang Sheng wanted Huang Yifan to join him in drinking and listening, but Huang Yifan insisted on maintaining his servant status and not overstepping his boundaries.

Liang Sheng couldn’t argue with him and let it be. After all, this allowed Huang Yifan to feel more comfortable, which wasn’t a bad thing.

It’s worth noting that after Su Wu rebuilt the Longevity Immortal City Lord Mansion, his strength was barely that of a Nascent Soul Master. So, even if he wanted to restore the previous Upper and Lower Immortal City, he was powerless. Thus, the Immortal City could only temporarily maintain its original appearance as a single city.

However, this was unimportant to Liang Sheng. In fact, his days in the Immortal City were more leisurely than those in the Desolate Regions.

This was because, besides Cultivation, the customs and systems here were more akin to the mortal dynasties. Otherwise, how could there be cultivators working as storytellers to make a living in the Immortal City?

Not to mention those Giving Bodhisattvas, who, even if they were desperate, would never so blatantly engage in such lowly professions in the Desolate Regions.

So, Liang Sheng enjoyed the easy and carefree life in the peaceful Immortal City.

At that moment, Liang Sheng didn’t look back, but felt something was peculiar in his heart. Fate was truly indescribable.

After Shen Wuque’s death, he and Jin Quanxiu still secretly kept in touch. However, when they met, Liang Sheng didn’t assume the disciple identity, but the “Senior” identity within the sect.

As time passed, Jin Quanxiu became more natural around his sect “Senior” than before.

Perhaps it was because of the deaths of his three disciples that Jin Quanxiu was initially heartbroken, but as time went on, he gradually became indifferent, and as a result, gained a leisurely demeanor.

Jin Quanxiu had also told Liang Sheng that he had formed a new friendship within the Zhou Family which made his days more comfortable.

However, Liang Sheng didn’t pay much attention to this, as the Immortal Dynasty Competition was currently taking place, filled with murderous intent and intertwined cause and effect.

As a result, most of his focus was on potential unexpected events. Although the Immortal City appeared peaceful, people had already arrived from outer space.

However, these were just minor henchmen without high cultivation levels. Neither Su Wu nor Chunyangzi paid them any heed.

Today, upon seeing Zhou Shen, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but sigh. Indeed, there were always similar individuals in the world, and if there were truly no reincarnation, it would only serve to highlight the wonder of creation.

“Dare I ask if this is Senior Liang from Building Shenyi on Fenghe Road?”

“What does Daoist friend need?”

Liang Sheng didn’t respond, but as a servant, Huang Yifan knew how to handle the situation. Huang Yifan’s reply let Zhou Shen know that he hadn’t found the wrong person.

However, Zhou Shen suppressed his excitement, not knowing where the great fortune omen came from, and not doing anything to disrupt his current identity.

If it were truly an opportunity that resonated with his bloodline ability, he shouldn’t force it, and let things take their natural course.

“Daoist friend, don’t be nervous. It’s not a big deal. It’s just the City Lord’s Order, and the annual taxes need to be paid in advance.

This area of Fenghe Road happens to fall within my jurisdiction. I went to Senior Liang’s Mansion just now but didn’t find him there. We happened to meet here now, so I hope Senior Liang can make an exception and support my work.”

Hearing this, Liang Sheng still didn’t look back, while Huang Yifan asked about the proportion of taxes to be paid this year.

After hearing Zhou Shen’s answer, Huang Yifan didn’t hesitate and directly handed over two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

Such wealth of the Senior to give two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones without hesitation, even Zhou Shen marveled when he saw this!

Zhou Shen took the two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones and put them into his Storage Bag. Then, he used the corner of his eye to glance at Liang Sheng subtly, but it was a pity that Liang Sheng didn’t say a word to him from beginning to end.

This made him somewhat puzzled. Where did the great fortune omen he felt in his heart come from? The person didn’t even look at him.

However, since the tax had been paid, he no longer had any reason to disturb them. Given Zhou Shen’s temperament, he naturally wouldn’t linger here and left immediately.

He didn’t know that not long after he left, Liang Sheng stared into the direction he had gone, losing interest in drinking and listening to the story. He promptly paid the bill and left.

As for Zhou Shen, he gradually put the doubts of today behind him during his busy work. The great fortune omen he felt in his bloodline ability had completely disappeared after meeting Liang Sheng.

Could it be that meeting this Senior Liang was his predestined opportunity? The thought made even Zhou Shen laugh at himself.

Forget it, loss or gain, it’s all destined. Since it’s fated, why let himself be bothered?

Setting aside other matters, just this free-spirited attitude was increasingly similar to Shen Wuque, making Liang Sheng, who had been secretly observing him, unable to help but sigh.

No wonder his previous Master was so partial to him. If Zhou Shen didn’t have this personality, he probably wouldn’t have caught Jin Quanxiu’s attention either.

Although Zhou Shen had decent talent, how could he have cultivated to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage at the age of 120, if not for Jin Quanxiu’s secret support?

Not discussing Liang Sheng’s feelings anymore, Zhou Shen’s task of collecting taxes continued smoothly on the other side.