Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

Chapter 639: Chapter 100: Zhuang Yuechan’s Whereabouts

Song Changsheng felt it was all a bit baffling, but his mind was completely preoccupied with Zhuang Yuechan’s whereabouts. He had no time to dwell on such things, so he just gave a vague response and entered the room.

The room’s furnishings were simple but exceptionally tidy. A faint, clean fragrance lingered in the air, bringing a sense of clarity to one’s mind upon inhaling it.

‘Clearing Spirit Incense. As expected of the Wanlong Commerce Association’s Young Master. Truly wealthy and extravagant.’

A single stick of Clearing Spirit Incense sold for nearly ten thousand Spirit Stones on the market, and it only burned for about three days. Cultivators typically only used it during critical moments of seclusion and breakthroughs. Yet, Peng Siying used it as common incense. Her daily expenditure on this alone was no less than three thousand Spirit Stones. Comparisons were truly odious.

“Fellow Daoist Song, it’s been many years. I never expected you to have already broken through to the Purple Mansion realm. A while ago, my butler told me about a genius Cultivator in the Daqi Cultivation World who reached the Purple Mansion before the age of fifty. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but it turns out it was you.”

A crisp, pleasant voice rang out from behind a screen embroidered with red plum blossoms. A figure in a sky-blue dress emerged from the left and came to stand before Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng’s eyes immediately lit up.

The woman before him had a classic oval face and a slender figure. She had a fine brow, bright eyes, and pearly teeth. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her waist was so slim one could wrap a single hand around it. Whether in looks or figure, she was of the highest caliber. While not a peerless, city-toppling beauty, she was a delightful and captivating sight.

Although they had met over a decade ago, it had been in the Black Market. Everyone had worn masks and hoods that could block Divine Sense. This was the first time the two had seen each other’s true appearance.

Realizing he was staring rather impolitely, Song Changsheng subconsciously lowered his gaze and replied humbly, “I was merely lucky.”

“How come I’m never that lucky?”

Peng Siying shot Song Changsheng a playful look and gestured for him to sit at a nearby table. She poured him a cup of Spirit Tea, her expression slightly excited. “A Purple Mansion Cultivator under the age of fifty… when the news spread, you have no idea how many people in Gusu were skeptical. I never thought it would be you.

Hmph, hmph. I’d like to see who dares say I have no foresight now.”

Recruiting Honored Guests was, in fact, a form of investment for the Wanlong Commerce Association. By forming a favorable connection in advance, they might receive a hundredfold or even a thousandfold return in the future.

Their ability to grow into such a behemoth was largely related to the Honored Guests they befriended.

As the Young Master of the Wanlong Commerce Association, Peng Siying had been granted the authority to recruit Honored Guests by her father, precisely so she could befriend promising young talents and build her own support network.

Who would have thought that Peng Siying was a bit too generous? As long as she took a liking to someone, she would hand out a card. Over the years, she had given out quite a few VIP Cards, but each one was like a stone tossed into a lake—making a small splash before vanishing without a trace.

Because of this, Peng Siying had faced no shortage of criticism, which left her feeling quite vexed. Now, Song Changsheng’s appearance had finally allowed her to hold her head high in vindication.

‘See? I have excellent judgment,’ Peng Siying thought to herself.

Song Changsheng couldn’t help but give a wry smile. Even he felt that Peng Siying handed out her VIP Cards a bit too casually. At first, he hadn’t understood what the card signified, but after using it a few times, he came to realize just how valuable the small token was.

But sitting before him was the Young Master of the Commerce Association, the future successor of Wanlong. As long as she was happy, it was fine. This wasn’t a matter for him to comment on, so it was best to remain silent.

Seeing that Song Changsheng didn’t continue the conversation, Peng Siying found the topic had grown dull. She changed the subject, “I remember you’re the Young Clan Leader of your family, aren’t you? What brings you to Gusu?”

Evidently, Peng Siying had once sent people to investigate Song Changsheng’s background, though that must have been a long time ago.

Hearing her bring up a serious matter, Song Changsheng’s spirits lifted. He immediately responded, “To be honest, Fellow Daoist Peng, I have come here in search of someone. She came to Gusu for training several years ago, but we suddenly lost contact with her some time ago. Even her Soul Lamp nearly went out.

I learned that she was training at the border of Celestial South Province and Yunmeng Province a few months ago, which is why I came to Chixiao City, hoping to find some clues. I didn’t expect to stumble upon this branch of the Commerce Association.

I was originally going to ask the Shopkeeper here to help me inquire about some news, but I never imagined that Fellow Daoist Peng would also be here. I am desperate to find this person, which is why I’ve disturbed you so abruptly. I hope you can lend me a helping hand.”

As he spoke, Song Changsheng stood up and gave Peng Siying a solemn bow with his hands clasped.

Peng Siying quickly moved to the side to avoid the gesture, waving her hands dismissively. She said in her usual carefree manner, “It’s just looking for someone, what’s the big deal? No need for all this. A Purple Mansion Cultivator bowing to me? I’m afraid it’ll shorten my lifespan.”

Seeing her agree without hesitation, Song Changsheng was overjoyed. He said sincerely, “Then I must thank you in advance. If there is ever anything you need from me in the future, Fellow Daoist, please don’t hesitate to ask. As long as it doesn’t violate my principles, I will not refuse!”

Finding someone within the Gusu Cultivation Realm was a trivial matter for Peng Siying. She was naturally warm-hearted and hadn’t been thinking of any reward for helping Song Changsheng. Seeing him being so serious, her initial instinct was to refuse his offer. But then, her eyes darted playfully, and she nodded her head lightly. “Alright then. Just remember you owe me a favor.”

“Who is this person you’re looking for? What’s her identity, her Cultivation level? Do you have a portrait?”