In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path-Chapter 938

Chapter 938: 378: Refinery Pavilion Heart Refining Master!

Where Chen Laodeng’s Mundane Heart Resides (6.4K must see)_2 Chapter 938: 378: Refinery Pavilion Heart Refining Master!

Where Chen Laodeng’s Mundane Heart Resides (6.4K must see)_2 “You said they’re all going back to our hometown, how could I not follow?”

“Moreover, I want to see Brother Chen’s majestic presence once again!”

“Qiangzi, after all these years, you, you haven’t changed a bit.

Your strength hasn’t changed, and neither has your personality…”

Chen Dengming shook his head with a sigh.

Jiang Qiang suddenly looked embarrassed.

His strength had actually changed a little.

After so many years, he had actually cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Cultivation and would soon break through to the tenth level.

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At that time, he would be able to try Foundation Establishment with the Foundation Establishment Pill given by Chen Dengming, and as for the success rate…

it all depended on Heavenly Will.

A year ago, he followed Chen Jing and Chen Yiran to the Four Regions and was personally received back to the Longevity Sect by He Yingyu.

Since then, he had started the Heart Refining Miscellaneous Shop with Chen Dengming at Chang’an Market and became the shopkeeper.

The two seemed to have returned to the days of their early Qi Cultivation Stage, living the common cultivator life in Brocade Mill and Absolute Forest City—though lacking in grandiose and tempestuous events, they enjoyed peaceful and leisurely days.

During the day, they would listen to the gossips and hardships of neighbors; at night, they would occasionally eavesdrop on the private whispers of cultivator couples sharing life together, which was quite interesting.

This sort of life, in Jiang Qiang’s heart, surpassed all else.

As for whether his strength could break through, and whether he could achieve longevity, he had grown quite indifferent to these concerns.

Having experienced many great trials and tribulations, things that many Qi Cultivators couldn’t even touch in their entire lives, he had already experienced them all—what more could he ask for?

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Soon, the doors of the Refinery Pavilion were opened by several employed servants.

A group of cultivators in line didn’t dare to rush in, but entered one by one following the queue.

Chen Dengming had transformed into an old man with liver spots, sitting at the front hall to receive each cultivator coming in.

Observing all walks of life and dealing with different people helped him to appreciate the variations in human hearts.

Especially the daily lives of these lower-rank cultivators, for Chen Dengming, this was both a revival of past times and a return to original aspirations, a process that further solidified his spiritual integrity.

The birth of Refinery Pavilion was precisely because of this.

“Heart Refining Master, this is the Spiritual Material needed for refining the Dark Electric Flying Sword, and these are the Spirit Crystals required for the process.

I’ve added a bit more as a token of respect…”

“Very well, thank you, Little Wu.

Come back in three days.”

“Alright, Master, you’re as approachable as ever, and the efficiency of your artifact refining is high, I admire you!”

“Hey!

Daoist Wu, have you finished flattering?

It’s my turn to flatter the Heart Refining Master.”

A dissatisfied voice from a burly cultivator behind them caused a burst of laughter.

The cultivators who often came here knew that the Heart Refining Master was gentle and easy-going, which made them feel free to joke.

Their interactions were natural and not too restrained, which is exactly the state of hearts that Chen Dengming wanted to see.

However, this also gave rise to some troubles—after all, kindness could invite exploitation.

But anyone who dared to harbor malicious intentions against the Heart Refining Master never ended up with a favorable outcome; most left with a disheveled appearance, and a few who went too far even disappeared without a trace.

Consequently, many cultivators also understood that the Heart Refining Master was not as simple as he appeared.

Thus, many speculations arose—some believed the Heart Refining Master was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, others thought he was an external guest elder hired by the Longevity Sect.

Just then, the scene suddenly quieted down.

All eyes fell on an old woman who had approached the Heart Refining Master, most of them carrying scrutiny and indifference.

This barrage of spiritually charged gazes had already made the old woman’s stooped figure stoop further, nearly trembling with trepidation as she approached the Heart Refining Master.

This was a mortal!

How could a mortal walk into a cultivator’s market, and how did she get here?

How did she dare to enter?

In fact, these questions had been answered once in the past year.

Since half a year ago when a mortal relative of a Loose Cultivator found the Heart Refining Master and successfully received a Spirit Pill for treating injuries, the name of the Heart Refining Master as kind and accommodating had spread even further.

But many cultivators believed that the kindness of the Heart Refining Master was hypocrisy, a foolish benevolence.

Mortals were fundamentally different from cultivators; without the qualifications or ability to enter the world of cultivators, they shouldn’t force their way in.

Having forced their way in, they must face an even harsher reality.

There are so many mortals in this world, can they all be helped?

So, what kind of benevolence was the Heart Refining Master displaying?

Now, half a year later, another mortal had come.

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Among the queued crowd, some were already taking pleasure in the misfortune, eager to see how the Heart Refining Master would handle the situation this time.

Perhaps like before, he would accept some insignificant gold and silver from the poor old woman, making another losing deal, but looking at this destitute old woman, she probably couldn’t even provide that.

Chen Dengming, however, appeared even gentler, gazing at the old woman walking towards him, trying to alleviate any pressure on her.

He had grasped the old woman’s emotions from the very first moment.

They were apprehension, fear, restraint, and a bravery along with sincerity that risked everything, even life itself.

She had come to him with the resolve and courage that she might even die.

This was also a great trust, or perhaps, hope.

He was willing to respect such an old woman, not because she was elder.

In terms of age, he was certainly older than this old woman; what he respected was her extraordinary spirit and sincerity.