My Simulated Road to Immortality

Only Han Yi and the Fisherman remain.

When the Fisherman poses a question, naturally, he is asking Han Yi.

When a strong man asks, how can one dare not to answer?

Han Yi feels his scalp tingle in fear.

His life is at stake, so he definitely doesn’t dare to defy the other party. He reluctantly flies closer, lands on the ground, bows and greets with respect: “I have the honor to meet elder?”

Who would have thought, the Fisherman doesn’t buy into his politeness.

Frowning, he asks again: “Where did you come from?”

Han Yi’s heartbeat quickens, his head feels like it’s about to explode.

Clearly, his evasion has aroused the other’s displeasure!

The rule is, three strikes and you’re out. If his next answer is still unsatisfactory, he fears he might be killed off instantly!

But he’s been tracking the fortune in his heart all this time, in pursuit of his own opportunities.

How on earth could he explain this to others?

Even though the senior in front of him has unfathomable cultivation level, he might still be covetous of his “Fate Scripture of Heaven”.

If he told the truth, he would most likely be subjected to soul-searching and spirit-snatching.

It seems like every option leads to a dead-end!

Han Yi’s mind whirls rapidly, and in an instant, he thinks of an ambiguous answer.

Seeing that the other party seems to be getting impatient, Han Yi gathers his courage and says: “The younger generation came here in pursuit of certain objects.”

“Following the traces, they traveled across thousands of miles, but when they got here, they lost sight of them and couldn’t find them anymore.”

Then he lowers his head, waiting for his impending fate.

Who would have guessed, this peculiar strongman in front of him didn’t reproach him.

After a long silence, his tone somehow seemed lost: “So you also lost something?”

“Also?”

Hearing this word, Han Yi immediately senses a ray of hope, and hurries to nod: “Exactly. This item is of great importance to me, so I must find it no matter what, even traversing through numerous mountains and rivers. Unfortunately, things are not going as I wished…”

The elderly Fisherman’s tone no longer comes off as indifferent.

He looks at Han Yi, nods in agreement: “Precious things need to be well taken care of. Once lost, it’s a hassle to find them back.”

“I don’t know how long I’ve been searching, and I still can’t find it.”

Of course, Han Yi doesn’t dare to ask what it is that the elderly Fisherman lost.

At this moment, seeing that he has temporarily spared his life, he breathes a sigh of relief.

Not daring to make unnecessary comments, he merely says: “The elder’s teachings are correct.”

Then, lowering his head, he stays silent, no longer thinking about the opportunities. He just prays the elderly Fisherman will leave soon.

Yet, to his horror, it happens again.

Now, he suddenly hears the other man say: “Don’t you move!”

Han Yi’s body stiffens instantly.

Besaking his impending doom, past images flood his mind.

The exhilaration when he first entered the Energy Refining Stage and found the “Fate Scripture of Heaven” in an ancient relic.

The pain of failure from multiple attempts at foundation building due to the backlash from cultivating the scripture.

The pride when he narrowly escaped from the Exotic Beast Mini World, successfully established his foundation upon his return, and the realization that the world is his oyster.

…

“Am I going to die?”

Han Yi asks himself this.

Just when he’s sinking into despair, the elderly Fisherman frowns and says: “No wonder you can’t find your things, they’re being watched.”

With a casual wave of his hand, he seems to cut something off.

Contrary to his anticipation of death, Han Yi feels a sense of relief.

It feels as if the shackles that have been on him for a long time are suddenly gone.

“Being watched, what does it mean?”

Han Yi feels a bit confused at first, then feels a chill run up his spine.

“Am I being watched too?”

“No wonder everything feels off lately. So, my every move is under someone else’s control?”

Thinking of how he has been observing the Mortals in the small town all day.

Han Yi immediately breaks out in a cold sweat.

“Who is it?”

“When?”

Various faces flash through Han Yi’s mind.

Each one seems suspicious, yet none of them quite fit the profile.

“You young people…” The Fisherman sees Han Yi looking scared out of his wits, shaking his head.

“When you’re on your own, you have to be careful all the time. Being watched for this long, aren’t you afraid all your secrets are revealed?”

“Maybe, the thing you’re looking for has been stolen long ago.” The Fisherman looks frustrated.

“But it’s not your fault…” Suddenly, the Fisherman changes his tone.

He frowns, looking towards the sky.

“The people in this place, they all have some bad habits.”

Squinting, he seems to have thought of something, his expression heavy.

“Elder, save me!”

Maybe it is the Fisherman’s apparent “amiability”, like an old neighbor, that makes Han Yi loose up.

Or maybe he’s shocked by the fact that he’s been under surveillance all this time without realizing it.

Han Yi’s mind is in a mess, he actually kneels before the Fisherman, begging for help.

“Save you?”

The Fisherman is a bit puzzled by Han Yi’s words.

“You don’t have to worry, that person has been seriously taught a lesson by me and won’t be able to see you anymore.”

Hearing this, Han Yi is overjoyed.

“May I ask elder, who monitored me and what they looked like?”

The Fisherman is a bit uneasy: “It’s too far away, and my eyesight isn’t very good, so I can’t see clearly…”

“It’s fine, elder please help me make some deductions.” Han Yi, having caught hold of a lifesaver, feels that if he doesn’t figure out who was monitoring him, he probably won’t be able to sleep and wouldn’t be able to stabilize his cultivation.

He uses the Water Mirror Technique to recreate a number of key suspicious figures he has come across over the years.

“Elder, they are…”

Han Yi is about to speak when he suddenly senses an odd atmosphere in the air.

Turning his head, he has a bad feeling.

It turns out that he was disturbed and reproduced the scene of the Cyan Wind Sword Trap he saw in the sky over the Misthaven Ocean.

At this moment, this elderly Fisherman is transfixed on that image.

“No way, the external characteristics of the Essence of Heaven and Earth are so obvious, did he see something?”

Han Yi regrets instantly.

“Sword…”

However, what the Fisherman is interested in, is not the Essence of Heaven and Earth at all.

“Sword?”

Han Yi’s gaze also falls on the broken sword trapped by the green wind.

“I don’t know how long I’ve been searching, and I still can’t find it…”

The words spoken by the elderly Fisherman not long ago still resonate.

“Could it be…”

A terrifying thought surfaces in Han Yi’s mind.

Before he can react, he sees Fisherman’s muddy eyes fall on him.

The next moment, Han Yi feels swallowed up by a sea of darkness.