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Su Mo Li spoke with a slightly urgent breath, her voice a melodious tone that seemed to penetrate the bones, accompanied by a fragrance as delicate as orchids and as refreshing as water. No one had ever been able to extricate themselves from such close and intimate proximity to her.
Su Mo Li was confident; she believed that such allure was enough to captivate any man in the world.
The Twelve Golden Hairpins of the Su Family were all stunningly beautiful, each excelling in the art of seduction. Whether it was Su Qingtian or Su Wutong, they had both made countless people bow in admiration in their time. Su Mo Li had perfected the family’s seductive techniques to an extraordinary level.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Lu Chen stood up with a sly smile and said, "I think it's best not to. Regardless of what kind of cooperation agreement I reach with Miss Su, I don't dare get too close to you because I really don't feel safe. I’ll find a room for myself." Lu Chen meant he would stay at an inn.
Su Mo Li was taken aback; she hadn’t expected that her most unique seductive technique, along with her distinctive fragrance, would have no effect on Lu Chen. This left her feeling somewhat inadequate.
Under Su Mo Li's slightly embarrassed gaze, Lu Chen walked towards the stairs. When he reached the exit, he suddenly turned around and said, "Just call me Lu Chen; don’t call me 'young master.'"
Then, regardless of Su Mo Li's expression or emotions, Lu Chen continued down the wooden stairs with a rhythmic sound, leaving Fengcuilou without staying there but heading directly outside.
As Lu Chen stepped out of Fengcuilou, it was already dark outside, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. There were still a few people wandering the streets, but they were sparse since it was quite late.
Walking alone on the road, Lu Chen didn’t have to worry about being ambushed; after all, this was the capital city where no one dared to act recklessly under the emperor's watchful eye. The reputation of the Defender of the Realm ensured that no one wanted to provoke trouble.
Lu Chen walked out of Fengcuilou and headed north along the street. After about half a quarter of an hour, he turned a corner and entered an alley. After navigating several twists and turns, he stopped in front of a residence.
This should be it. Following Sun Zizhao's directions led him here; it seemed correct.
This was the house that Sun Zizhao had gifted him. Despite several refusals from Lu Chen, Sun Zizhao insisted on giving it to him and would not take it back. In the end, Lu Chen reluctantly accepted it, and now it proved useful.
On the surface, this house appeared quite ordinary in style; however, inside it was luxurious with exceptional furnishings. It even had servants taking care of everything meticulously, ready for someone to move in.
Lu Chen knocked on the door, and soon after, a middle-aged man dressed as a butler opened it. He appeared to be in his fifties and looked extremely calm; it seemed he was the steward of the residence.
After exchanging secret signals with the butler to confirm their identities, Lu Chen entered the house under the butler's welcoming gesture.
The residence was quite expansive, covering several acres, with three courtyards, rock formations, flowing water, a garden, and a living room. The backyard featured a rather exquisite lake at its center, complete with a pavilion where one could relax and cultivate oneself during leisure time—truly a wonderful place.
Under the old butler's explanation, Lu Chen learned that there were over ten servants and housekeepers in the residence. Their wages represented a significant expense. Additionally, this house was located in a prime area of the capital city. Purchasing such a property would require no less than several million taels of silver. The Da Sun Family, being remnants of the former royal family, had considerable financial resources.
Lu Chen dismissed the servants and entered his room alone, deliberately choosing an attic room by the window. Opening the window allowed him to see the street below—a perfect location that aligned well with Lu Chen's intentions.
As he casually gazed out of the window, he inadvertently spotted a tall building. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Fengcuilou. At that moment, lights were still on in the third floor, indicating that Su Mo Li had not yet gone to sleep.
From this window, the straight-line distance to Fengcuilou was no more than a mile. If Lu Chen wanted to go there, half a breath would be sufficient—provided he had the courage to meet Su Mo Li.
Leaning on the windowsill with a slight smile, Lu Chen closed the window and sat on his bed to meditate, spending an uneventful night.
In the following days, apart from giving instructions to the servants, Lu Chen did not leave the residence. He devoted himself entirely to cultivating in his room. During this time, he felt his mastery over Void Immortal growing deeper.
If his guess was correct, he would likely break through within this period. However, he still lacked just a tiny bit—a small step away—but Lu Chen knew that this little distance was crucial; some people could spend their entire lives without breaking through.
Thus, Lu Chen placed great importance on this matter. He instructed the old butler to close the main gate of the residence and refused all visitors. He also changed his cultivation location to the quiet pavilion at the center of the lake in the backyard.
At night, Lu Chen meditated and absorbed heavenly essence to replenish his energy. During the day, he entered a state of deep meditation to nurture his Yin Spirit and comprehend the path of Void Immortal.
"Void Immortal... virtual and real; real yet virtual; what is false can be real; what is real can also be false..."
This situation continued for half a month. On the morning after that period, Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes, exhaled deeply, and felt the presence of the Void Immortal all around him. At that moment, he looked at his surroundings; the sky, the earth, and everything around him felt so real, undeniably real.
However, Lu Chen believed that everything was false, merely a world born from his imagination. It was precisely because his heart was in a state of imagination that such a world existed.
In contrast, the same world might be perceived as real by others, representing a different reality from Lu Chen's own—a different perspective and understanding.
It's a simple principle: if there is a pot of flowers in front of him, an ordinary person would see it as just a pot of flowers. Yet for some, it might not be that simple; it could be seen as a treasure or even as trash. This illustrates the difference between falsehood and reality.
"Finally broke through..."
Lu Chen had finally transcended to the Void Immortal level. The world of the Void Immortal is like this: it comprehends an independent worldview, transforming falsehood into reality through self-awareness, then evolving his own falsehood into a state that is neither true nor false to show others. This is what it means to be a Void Immortal.
The essence of the Void Immortal can be summarized in three words: "self-awareness." These three simple words hold infinite mysteries.
To control one's heart and awareness is to master everything; the Void Immortal cannot be deceived by others. This is the nature of the Void Immortal.
If one wishes to deceive the Void Immortal, they must possess higher cultivation and more bizarre and cunning methods than him.
There is also another concept known as "Heartsight," which allows one to communicate with another's intentions without their permission, stealing their thoughts or concerns. This is what Heartsight entails.
However, with Lu Chen's current understanding, he could not reach that realm. Heartsight should be attained during the Five Element Primordial Spirit or Six Aspects of the Primordial Spirit stages. In other words, after achieving either the Five Element Primordial Spirit or Six Aspects of the Primordial Spirit, one could gain Heartsight—accessing what others think and care about. My heart and his heart would connect seamlessly, which is incredibly miraculous.
Of course, if one could achieve mutual understanding between their heart and another's trust, then they would not be far from becoming a Supreme Yin Immortal as described in legends.
Lu Chen stood up from the pavilion, tidied his clothes and appearance, used a spell to cleanse himself of impurities, and then walked out alone toward the outside of the residence.
Unexpectedly, just as he stepped outside and had not yet reached the door, he saw the Old Butler. The Old Butler was a person who usually did not speak much, somewhat similar in temperament to Old Mu; perhaps it was due to their status that they had developed such personalities.
Upon seeing Lu Chen, the Old Butler immediately took three steps back, unable to contain his surprise.
"Sir, what’s wrong? I feel a bit unsettled upon seeing you," the Old Butler said candidly.
Lu Chen smiled mysteriously and replied, "It's nothing. I apologize for startling you."
"You're too kind, Sir. It is I who should apologize; I almost didn't see you due to my poor eyesight and nearly bumped into you," the Old Butler said with an apologetic expression.
Lu Chen had deliberately concealed his aura. He did not use the Unity of Heaven and Man, which required stillness; instead, he had just employed the Void Immortal's ability, which surprisingly could affect ordinary people’s Yin Spirit.
It was this small action that allowed Lu Chen to test the Old Butler. The Old Butler had no cultivation at all, making him an easy target for Lu Chen's trickery.
Only after reaching the Old Butler did Lu Chen suddenly manifest his form, which almost caused a collision.
Lu Chen waved his hand and said, "It's fine, Butler. You can go about your own business; I have something to attend to and will take a walk."
"Alright, Sir. Take care," the Old Butler replied with a bow before walking away while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Lu Chen smiled and then opened the large door of the residence, walking alone down the street toward Fengcuilou.
Fengcuilou remained unchanged; the first floor was for ordinary diners, the second floor catered to officials and wealthy young masters, while the third floor was where talented scholars and the Queen's heirs gathered. Of course, Su Mo Li was also there.
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