Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Chapter 1166 The Immortal King's Eldest Son

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased slightly, Ancestor Xuanyang turned his gaze to Su Mo. When he spoke again, his eyes held a hint of expectation, as if he was certain that Su Mo would be moved by such an opportunity.

"I appreciate your kindness, fellow Daoist!" Su Mo's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact. "I have always been accustomed to a life of leisure and cannot bear such constraints. The position of a servant in the Prince's mansion is, to me, a shackle."

If he were truly just an ordinary First-Rank Golden Immortal, he might very well waver in the face of such temptation—ten thousand Immortal Crystals and one hundred Fifth-Rank Immortal Pills in one Cosmic Era. This offer would be enough to make many Sixth-Rank Golden Immortals fight tooth and nail for it. You must know that many Sixth-Rank Golden Immortals would spend an entire Cosmic Era cultivating diligently, exhausting their efforts and traversing dangerous places, and still might not be able to accumulate ten thousand Immortal Crystals and one hundred Fifth-Rank Immortal Pills.

But Su Mo was never an ordinary cultivator.

These resources, which are priceless in the eyes of outsiders, are nothing more than dispensable trifles to him. His breakthrough relies on the immortal true spirit of an immortal golden immortal, not on these elixirs and crystals.

The smile on Ancestor Xuanyang's face suddenly froze, like a frozen lake, even the lines at the corners of his eyes were frozen, unable to maintain that gentle curve any longer. The expectation in his eyes turned into a trace of astonishment, followed by an intense and unyielding melancholy, as if dark clouds were gathering in his eyes.

He never expected that the Hongmeng Immortal Lord would refuse his kindness, and in such a straightforward and uncompromising way—it was practically a public slap in the face to the thirteenth prince, showing no regard for the dignity of the Immortal King's legitimate son. His audacity was simply too great.

However, thinking of the Quasi-Immortal King behind Su Mo, Ancestor Xuan Yang took a deep breath, suppressing his displeasure, and his tone became somewhat heavy: "Young friend, do you know what these words mean?"

Seeing that Su Mo remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the warning in his words, Ancestor Xuan Yang had no choice but to offer an even deeper lure, his voice deliberately enticing: "Young friend, for us cultivators, cultivation is fundamental. My Highness is the eldest son of Emperor Yuan Jin, possessing an incomparably noble status. If you are willing to submit to my Highness, you will not only receive personal guidance from him in the future, but you will also have the opportunity to accompany him to meet Emperor Yuan Jin and listen to his teachings on the supreme Dao!"

Upon hearing this, even the old ancestor Youyun looked up abruptly, a hint of envy flashing in his blood-red eyes. What a great opportunity it was for a Celestial King to preach! Even a ninth-rank Golden Immortal would benefit greatly, let alone a first-rank Golden Immortal like Hongmeng. Just listening to a lecture once could probably save him hundreds or thousands of cosmic eras of arduous cultivation, or even allow him to break through his realm directly.

"I never expected that the thirteenth prince would be the son of Immortal King Yuan Jin." Su Mo's expression changed slightly, and he was secretly shocked. The son of an Immortal King and the son of a Quasi-Immortal King are only one word apart, but their status is worlds apart. Not to mention that the thirteenth prince is the direct descendant of an Immortal King. Even many Quasi-Immortal Kings would probably show him some respect and dare not offend him easily.

Seeing this, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of Ancestor Xuanyang. He thought that Su Mo had been persuaded by the words "the Immortal King preaching the Dao". He immediately seized the opportunity, took half a step forward, and continued to persuade him: "Young friend, with the supreme Dao ahead, what is a little bit of freedom? If you can get guidance from the Immortal King, what does it matter if you give up some freedom? This is an opportunity that many immortals would not want."

As he spoke, a gentle yang energy surged around him, flowing through the void like spring water, carrying a faint rhythm of the Great Dao. It seemed to add invisible weight to his words, attempting to shake Su Mo's mind and make him feel the profound mystery of the Immortal King's Great Dao.

"Fellow Daoist, I have no great pursuits in my life." Su Mo shook his head slightly, his tone still calm, but with an unyielding firmness, as firm as a rock. "To be able to attain immortality and eternal life is enough for me. As for the supreme Dao, it cannot be forced, let it be as fate dictates."

What use are celestial kings preaching the Dao? They're just like those celestial pills and crystals—nothing of value. Besides, unless absolutely necessary, he really doesn't want to come into contact with celestial kings too early. Their vision and methods are unfathomable. With his current cultivation level, he might be able to fool those eighth- or ninth-tier quasi-celestial kings, but fooling the discerning eyes of an eternal celestial king is not impossible, but it's not much better. Once they discover any clues about his cultivation of the "Primordial Immortal Golden Immortal Scripture" and the "Primordial Void Extreme Immortal Scripture," the consequences will be unimaginable.

There are indeed immortal golden immortals in the ancient immortal realm who cultivate both internal and external aspects, but their combat power is worlds apart from his. If those people were at his current cultivation level, it would be unknown whether they could defeat a ninth-grade golden immortal. Challenging a fourth-order quasi-immortal king is unheard of. Such astonishing combat power will inevitably attract the attention and fear of immortal kings.

"Young friend, why don't you reconsider?" Ancestor Xuanyang was still unwilling to give up, his eyes filled with a last hope, and his tone softened considerably. "Some opportunities, once missed, will never come again. Even I would be eager for the chance to hear a Celestial King preach."

"No need, my mind is made up!" Su Mo refused decisively, the primordial purple aura around him rippled slightly, like ripples on a calm lake, as if silently seeing off his guest.

The last glimmer of hope on Ancestor Xuanyang's face finally vanished. Looking at Su Mo's resolute expression, he knew that saying anything more would be useless. He sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness and regret: "So be it. A forced relationship is never sweet. Since that's the case, I will no longer force you, young friend."

After saying that, Ancestor Xuanyang took out a translucent white jade talisman from his sleeve. The talisman was completely translucent, as if it were carved from mutton fat jade. A faint light of sunshine flowed on it, and the intricate runes could be vaguely seen intertwining and moving like living things, exuding a gentle yet indelible aura.

“Young friend, this is my communication talisman.” Ancestor Xuanyang handed the jade talisman to Su Mo from a distance. “If you change your mind in the future, you can use this talisman to contact me. I will introduce you to His Highness.”

Su Mo nodded slightly and casually accepted the flying talisman. It felt warm to the touch and carried a faint trace of yang energy. He gently rolled it up with the primordial purple energy at his fingertips and put it into his long sleeve.

“Young friend, please contact us with a talisman if you need anything in the future. We will not disturb your cultivation any longer.” After giving Su Mo a slight fist salute, Ancestor Xuan Yang turned to Ancestor Xuan Yin and Ancestor You Yun, his tone returning to its usual indifference: “Let’s go.”

The Xuan Yin Ancestor remained silent throughout, only giving Su Mo a deep, icy look, as if trying to etch his image into his very soul. The You Yun Ancestor, on the other hand, kept his head down, a subtle smile playing on his lips—Su Mo's rejection was, to him, the best news imaginable.

Three figures turned and walked towards the eighth-grade immortal ship. The chilling aura emanating from Ancestor Xuan Yin intertwined with the warmth of Ancestor Xuan Yang, forming a black and white band of light in the void. The immortal ship slowly changed direction, the Tai Chi pattern on the bow lighting up again, preparing to leave the Primordial Immortal Realm.

"They just left like that."

Su Mo held the communication talisman in his hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had thought that Ancestor Xuan Yang would be furious after being rejected, and might even force him to submit, but he did not expect the other party to leave so "calmly".

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after one day.

With a "whoosh," the eighth-grade immortal ship tore through the barrier of the Primordial Immortal Realm once again. The Primordial Purple Qi on the barrier surged violently, but it could not stop its departure. The immortal ship disappeared into the chaotic void like a black and white stream of light, leaving only a slowly healing gap on the barrier.

"Senior brother, if we leave like this, it will be difficult to explain to His Highness. That brat Hongmeng is so arrogant, he clearly doesn't take His Highness seriously."

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