Under the city gate.

Li Shiwuwu's body moved stiffly, as if rusted, as he retrieved a bronze mirror from Lord Guan's abdomen.

He looked into the mirror and remained silent for a long time.

The passing commoners, upon seeing his terrifying appearance, shivered and hurried their steps.

"Shi... Shiwuwu, what's wrong with you? Let's see a doctor, say something!" Hua Erling was anxious.

"Erling, you know, to grow crops, the land needs fertilizing for the seedlings to grow fast and well."

"You mean?" Hua Erling seemed to realize something.

"Exactly," Li Shiwuwu replied heavily, looking down at the strange black soil beneath his feet that he couldn't shake off.

He took a deep breath and said, "I think the black soil under my feet might be out of nutrients, so even my 'immortal seedling' is withering and shriveling."

Hearing this, Hua Erling was invigorated.

Without a word, he stepped forward, stopped a manure cart just leaving the city, and kicked the manure worker to the ground.

He threw down a handful of silver pieces and said fiercely, "Leave the manure, and get lost."

Then he turned back, "Shiwuwu, is this enough?"

"If not, I'll risk my life today to turn Tang City upside down, with filth flowing everywhere."

Li Shiwuwu: "..."

He said somewhat speechlessly, "Erling, stop messing around, it's not that simple."

"Then what do we do?" Hua Erling grew more anxious.

Li Shiwuwu didn't speak, just gazed into the distance, seeing the rolling green hills and birds circling the sky.

His gaze gradually became firm.

"Erling, let's go, into the city."

With that, the two turned back and re-entered Tang City.

The sale of horses by the Huaren Sect continued.

In a short time, over a hundred Five-Fingered Horses were reduced to just over twenty.

And those wealthy and powerful families, with flushed faces, were scrambling even more fiercely.

"Get out of the way!"

Li Shiwuwu, holding a Chopping Knife in one hand, forcefully pushed people aside, looking every bit like a bandit.

The people around, seeing his terrifying face and fierce demeanor, avoided him in fear.

"Tsk tsk, interesting!"

A middle-aged man with a goatee adjusted his red hat, showing interest as he watched Li Shiwuwu approach.

"Young friend, you seem to be in trouble, things don't look good."

His tone was calm, and he glanced at Lord Guan hanging from Li Shiwuwu's left ear.

"Senior, could you sell me a horse?" Li Shiwuwu cupped his hands, his attitude sincere.

"Sure, two hundred gold."

"Not expensive, fair enough."

Li Shiwuwu didn't haggle, simply retrieved two hundred gold from Lord Guan's abdomen and placed it before the man.

"Great, in that case, choose a horse yourself," the middle-aged man said with a smile, pointing behind him.

Li Shiwuwu didn't hesitate, leading the nearest Five-Fingered Horse, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, senior, for your help."

"Don't rush, take this," the man with the goatee pulled out a yellow paper from his pocket, with mysterious red ink symbols and a large 'Huaren' character on the back.

"This is the life contract from my Huaren Sect."

"From now on, this horse's life and death are in your hands."

"If this beast disobeys, you can kill it."

Li Shiwuwu accepted the yellow paper with both hands, thanking him again.

The man with the goatee asked, "Young friend, what is your name?"

"Junior Li Shiwuwu, may I ask senior's name?"

"Pang Dahai."

"Uh..."

The middle-aged man's expression changed, displeased, "Boy, put away that preconceived, annoying look."

"The surname 'Pang' is ancient and significant, beyond your imagination."

Li Shiwuwu nodded, seriously looked at the middle-aged man, then led the horse with Hua Erling out of the city without looking back.

"Boss, that kid seems off!"

"No worries," Pang Dahai said calmly, "In these times, strange things are common, that kid probably got into something."

"As for that toad, heh."

"A mere Lord Guan is nothing before my Huaren Sect."

Outside the city gate, Hua Erling examined the Five-Fingered Horse, especially its eyes, increasingly feeling it was human.

"Shiwuwu, what now?"

Li Shiwuwu looked up at the sun, said nothing, mounted the horse, and pulled Hua Erling up.

The horse's back felt flat, its spine strong and powerful, incomparable to the donkeys he had ridden before.

"This place is fifteen hundred miles from Qingyang Temple."

"In my current state, I feel I can last at most half a month."

"After half a month, I might wither completely, my soul scattered, so it doesn't matter if it's a horse or a person."

"We must reach Qingyang Temple first."

Li Shiwuwu assessed his condition, touched the horse's head, and said solemnly, "Your life contract is in my hands."

"It's fifteen hundred miles, so please hurry."

"As for my senior brother and me, though we've had a rough life, we're not harsh or cruel, we won't trouble you too much."

At this moment, a wealthy young master, with a flower plume on his head, having luckily bought a Five-Fingered Horse today, was preparing to take a stroll outside the city with his servants.

Seeing the two young Taoists riding a Five-Fingered Horse blocking the gate, he sneered and wanted to compete.

So he shouted in a pretentious manner, "Taoist, how about a horse race?"

Li Shiwuwu turned, squinted, raised his knife, "Get lost, no time to mess with you, say another word, and I'll cut you."

Hua Erling: "Get lost, we're busy."

As for the black horse beneath them, it showed a look of terror, raised its hooves, neighed, and shot out like an arrow.

Horse: Wasn't it agreed not to be cruel?

The two were helpless, having grown up with Qian Yuanzi, it was only natural after years of influence.

Thus, the two headed east.

The Five-Fingered Horse from the Huaren Sect was worth every bit of the two hundred gold.

Its steps were like the wind, yet extremely stable, requiring no guidance, with no worry of losing direction or stumbling.

By the next day's dusk, they reached the base of the hill where Qingyang Temple stood.

Looking up the hill, they could see the temple's pavilion and eaves shining in the sunset.

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"Erling, let's go."

Li Shiwuwu and Hua Erling dismounted, leading the horse along a mountain path.

After half an incense stick's time.

A Taoist temple named 'Qingyang' appeared clearly before them, its ancient charm exuding a serene and natural aura.

The two, having traveled swiftly, also felt a sense of calm.

"Are you two traveling Taoists looking to stay the night?" A young Taoist boy, seeing their robes, approached to speak.

But upon seeing Li Shiwuwu's face and the Five-Fingered Horse, his eyes showed fear.

Li Shiwuwu wasn't surprised, instead, he played along.

He returned the gesture, "If so, we would be grateful."

"This... Taoist brother, your horse?" The young Taoist hesitated.

"No worries, just find a place to tie it and feed it some steamed buns."

Li Shiwuwu thought for a moment, then took out a piece of gold, "For troubling your temple, consider this a token, as incense money."

The young Taoist's eyes lit up, smiling as he accepted it.

"Taoist brother, you're too kind, all Taoist temples are one family, let me inform the temple master."

Watching the young Taoist leave, Li Shiwuwu began to carefully observe the temple. Aside from its tranquility, as the old man with the white beard had said, it was quite mundane, with no supernatural elements.

Li Shiwuwu furrowed his brows.

"How can this be?"

"Since it's connected to the Seed Immortal Temple, how can Qingyang Temple be so ordinary?"