Longevity Strange Immortal
Chapter 202 - 62: The Resurgence of the Heart Beast Sect’s Immortal Might

Chapter 202: Chapter 62: The Resurgence of the Heart Beast Sect’s Immortal Might

"After hanging both parents’ corpses for seven days, extract three ounces of liver, mix it with bone powder from the crown of the skull, consume it, and then go to the Government Office. In two days, you can become immortal."

Inside the damp, bone-chilling dungeon, Su Ruolan kept repeating the phrase without pause.

Across the cell, Yuan Daqing swallowed hard, feeling a deep chill toward Su Ruolan, despite his own blood-stained hands.

"A lunatic, an absolute madman."

"Three ounces of liver to become immortal? That’s outright nonsense. What kind of deranged maniac is this?"

Yuan Daqing knocked impatiently against the iron bars, and Su Ruolan fell silent. A few relieved sighs echoed through the dungeon.

"In just a few days we’ll all lose our heads, and he’s still fixated on this idea of becoming immortal..."

Leaning against the wall, Yuan Daqing closed his eyes, attempting to calm himself. But suddenly, he felt an unsettling gaze fixed on him from the shadows. When he opened his eyes, he saw Su Ruolan staring straight at him.

Su Ruolan’s face was smeared with blood, and his neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, as if it had been struck with a heavy object.

"How do you know the recipe for immortality? Who are you? WHO?!"

"Madman! You’ve been muttering for two days about some immortality recipe. I’ve never seen someone as ridiculous as you—you don’t even know good from evil!"

Yuan Daqing felt a cold dread crawl up his spine as Su Ruolan began bashing his head against the iron bars. Startled, two prison guards approached to investigate, but upon seeing the near-exposed skull of Su Ruolan, they quickly stepped back.

These guards held no cultivation of their own, as the dungeon’s entrances and exits were sealed and protected by an array unique to the Government Office.

The other prisoners kept silent. Their presence here meant all had lives on their hands, and most waited in line for a public execution.

No one had the patience to entertain a madman.

After grumbling a few curses, Yuan Daqing drifted off into a restless sleep.

Yet even in sleep, Su Ruolan’s chant about becoming immortal rang incessantly in his ears—at times loud, at times faint, often interrupted by bouts of sobbing.

Upon further thought, it seemed that Su Ruolan had been here for about two days, hadn’t he?

Without noticing, Yuan Daqing had failed to realize the dungeon had fallen into complete silence at some point, save for the occasional sound of fingernails scratching skin.

After half a day, the noises shifted to eerie, rustling sounds.

Yuan Daqing awoke in a daze and instinctively glanced toward Su Ruolan’s cell.

"What the hell?!"

His pupils shrank to tiny points. Adjusting to the dim light, he saw, standing in the cell, a grotesque, bloated figure—stark naked.

Su Ruolan’s bloating wasn’t the kind seen in corpses swollen post-mortem. Instead, his skin continually regenerated, creating hard, shell-like layers—akin to the chitin of insect pupae—on the surface of his body in a disturbingly short span of time.

Laboriously, Su Ruolan used his hands to peel away the hardened shell.

Before Yuan Daqing could react, a fissure suddenly split open atop Su Ruolan’s head, and a moth-like aberration emerged from within.

Its body was entirely covered in snowy white hairs, with more than a dozen arm-like appendages. A long, narrow slit ran down its back, revealing writhing innards.

Its face faintly retained Su Ruolan’s facial features.

Yuan Daqing’s expression turned dazed and reverent. An inexplicable sense of awe and worship surged in his heart, compelling him to drop to his knees and kowtow with a resounding thud.

"I’ve become immortal..."

Su Ruolan said to himself without a trace of emotion as dull thuds echoed ceaselessly through the cell.

When Yuan Daqing’s skull finally burst open, he stopped his fanatical actions. Struggling to stand, he cradled his head with both hands and leaned against the iron bars.

Su Ruolan’s mouth split apart, and his hollow tongue extended outward, piercing directly into the wound on Yuan Daqing’s skull, voraciously consuming his brain matter.

As the brain matter was absorbed, Su Ruolan’s muscles, bones, and flesh began to multiply uncontrollably.

If a Core Formation Cultivator were present, they would notice that all the prisoners’ brain matter contained specks of crystalline powder.

Clearly, they had all been pre-arranged as pawns.

The array sent out immediate warnings, but the ground above the Government Office began to quake violently. A colossus, a sixty-meter-tall moth-man, broke through the earth.

"Immortal!!!"

Su Ruolan let out a deafening roar as streams of spiritual energy surged chaotically toward him.

The aura emanating from him visibly grew stronger by the second. In the blink of an eye, he advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, and several infant-like heads sprouted from his back.

"Immortal!!!"

Su Ruolan whipped his head around furiously. If not for the Mountain Protection Array shielding the area, the casualties would have been devastating.

The chaos at the Government Office was merely the prelude. Around the town, giant moth-men began to appear, their locations centered strategically along major roads.

"Demon cultivator?"

Shi Ji furrowed his brows but quickly rushed toward the Government Office upon sensing Su Ruolan nearing Core Formation strength.

Alongside him were five Jiedan Beast Cultivators departing in unison.

Even though eight more Jiedan Beast Cultivators were stationed throughout Rong Town, the invisible defenses had already been torn apart, and the situation was spiraling out of control.

Rong Town plunged into unprecedented chaos. Dense crowds of terrified mortals living near the demonic creatures scrambled to drag their families toward the nearest city gates.

Shi Ji summoned a massive hand to cage Su Ruolan, but the latter showed no intent to evade.

Bang!

The attack from a Jiedan Beast Cultivator left Su Ruolan’s body mangled. However, this only shed yet another layer of insect-like skin, leaving him unscathed beneath.

"Something’s wrong."

Tian Changwen stood atop the city walls as a monkey head emerged from his abdomen, scanning the crowded streets below in search of abnormalities.

The moth-men, despite their massive size, had relatively limited destructive power.

What Tian Changwen truly feared was that the moth-men were likely bait released by the demon cultivator, meant to mask their escape from the Mountain Protection Array’s range.

In such chaos, preventing a demon cultivator from slipping away was exceedingly difficult.

"What clever tactics."

Tightening his jaw, Tian Changwen’s eyes flickered with frustration.

He knew Li Mo’s return to Rong Town was no coincidence—clearly, it was to allow Beast Cultivators to reforge their connection with the outside world. Yet the cultivation system of the dark arts remained disturbingly elusive.

Though the demon cultivator had thrown the town into turmoil, their true form remained undiscovered.

"Damn it."

Cracks sounded from Tian Changwen’s neck as his head sank into his chest. A monkey head emerged to replace it, its beastly eyes sweeping over the surroundings.

Not daring to blink, he sought the slightest clue.

He scanned everyone—from mortals to cultivators—across the streets, even scrutinizing the insects flitting around. Yet nothing seemed out of place.

Tian Changwen’s eyes combed through the scene again and again, oblivious to the modest book stall near him. A tattered, ancient book lay discarded on the ground.

The cover’s texture was unsettlingly akin to the wrinkled skin of an elderly person, marred with lesions left by the Death Disease.

The pages within were filled with cryptic and unsettling illustrations.

[Feather Transformation Immortal Technique]

[After hanging both parents’ corpses for seven days, extract three ounces of liver, mix it with bone powder from the crown of the skull, and consume it in some specific location to become immortal in two days.]

Whoosh.

A gust of wind flipped the book to its next page.

[Heart Like Ghost Skill]

[Drink alcohol continuously for ten days until the heart becomes swollen and bleeds. Then consume your own brain, and in two days, become a ghost.]

Throughout Rong Town, the beggars collapsed simultaneously, and from their disheveled hair, it was evident their brains were now missing.

Convulsions wracked their bodies.

Immediately after, ghost heads, each no larger than a palm, emerged from their corpses and leapt at the nearest living beings.

However, the ghost heads’ actions weren’t intended for slaughter but rather to drive civilians to flee the city. Tens of thousands of mortals became a tidal wave of panic.

The book turned another page.

[Drawing Ground into Prison Skill]

[Change the terrain of the southwest, divert water sources, drown five people, and cause all living beings within the area to trap themselves.]

The page describing the skill faded, and large numbers of civilians began evacuating Rong Town.

Soon after, the book closed, and a passing constable inexplicably picked it up.

Storing the book without a second thought, the constable nervously assisted in escorting civilians away from the sudden appearance of demonic creatures, completely unaware of his actions.

On the final page of the book, a line of text appeared:

[There are no top-grade Spirit Stones here, and I was almost entangled by a Ziqi Sect Daoist. It truly wasn’t worth the trouble.]

As the constable continued moving, the book passed through several hands.

Moments later, the disasters in the city subsided. At the same time, the book had reached the base of Rong Town’s mountain range, now carried by a hunter from the surrounding forests.

Driven by instinct, the hunter returned to his village in the secluded mountainous area.

The book’s final page displayed further text: [I must leave the Heart Beast Secret Realm’s boundaries as soon as possible. That Daoist’s control over Sun and Moon Divine Skills is terrifying. If not for his lack of understanding of the Human Demon Sect’s magic, I might’ve been exposed.]

[Luckily, the Heart Beast Sect lacks strength. The Ziqi Sect Daoist still believes a mere Beast Cultivator could challenge me. A sect of merely thirteen Core Formations—laughable.]

The book’s cover blinked open an eye, mockingly gazing at the pandemonium of Rong Town.

Just then, the mountain range encompassing Rong Town trembled violently, its altitude rapidly climbing. In no time, the peaks stood at over a thousand meters.

[What?!]

As the mountains lifted, the Heart Beast Temple’s statue of Tian Chenzi gradually sank into the mountain itself.

Tian Changwen stared in sheer disbelief as the mountain range began detaching from the earth, rising skyward at an astonishing speed.

He had read ancient texts describing the grandiose past of the Heart Beast Sect.

Back then, the Heart Beast Sect floated a hundred meters in the air, linked to the ground by metal chains. Mist-enveloped gates made it seem like a celestial realm, home to spirit beasts and immortal birds.

"Li Mo."

Tian Changwen’s expression grew conflicted, while Han Cai and others stood dumbfounded.

They had never imagined a day when Rong Town could restore the Heart Beast Sect’s past grandeur—especially after becoming a subsidiary of the Ziqi Sect.

Tian Changwen recalled his conversation with Li Mo at the Heart Beast Temple.

At the time, Li Mo had cryptically asked Tian Changwen, "In the Ziqi Sect’s records, wasn’t your sect once known as Heart Beast?"

His reply had been, "With our current strength, we dare not claim the name."

Tian Changwen now realized that Li Mo had returned to Rong Town specifically to complete the foundation of the mountain gate and resurrect the long-destroyed Heart Beast Sect.

The unaware Beast Cultivators mistook the phenomenon as an act of divine intervention by their ancestor, Tian Chenzi.

"A beast with four legs, born of Mountain and Sea."

The demon cultivator’s shroud of darkness vanished in an instant.

The fleeing demon cultivator felt hunted—tightly constricted—and urged the hunter hosting him to escape as quickly as possible.

The eye embedded in the book’s cover cast a glance toward the levitating mountains. The stone cliff face revealed the visage of Tian Chenzi, emanating an indescribable oppressive force.

The Immortal Locking Body was leveraging the aura of Tian Chenzi’s remnant for intimidation.

Tian Chenzi roared in fury, "Demon cultivator, you shall be executed!"

Li Mo had already pinpointed the demon cultivator, sealing him within the immense force of the Immortal Locking Body.

The demon cultivator felt a strong pull; the book was ripped from the hunter’s grasp.

Li Mo hadn’t anticipated that the Human Demon Sect’s cultivation method involved transforming the body into a book, explaining why tracking the demon cultivator’s true form had been so challenging.

Tian Chenzi’s features faded from the face of the mountain, but the levitating range showed no signs of descending. Instead, spiritual energy from a hundred-mile radius surged toward Rong Town.

Fearing the demon cultivator might break free from the Immortal Locking Body, Li Mo rushed back to Rong Town.

Before he reached the Floating Mountain, he heard the Beast Cultivators leading tens of thousands of civilians, all shouting in unison, "We disciples bid farewell to Ancestor!"