For Immortality

I live beside Qinghu Lake and have quite a reputation.

Poets who have traveled from afar chant by the lakeside: "A lone boat lies across the water, scattering ten thousand points of golden light. But when I see Immortal Li Xianyuan, I have nothing to lament in this life..."

Intoxicated scholars sing loudly from the shore: "Waves striking the banks can startle a hundred miles, yet they cannot carry me home. Waves ride the wind across a thousand yards, and I wish they could sweep through my life..."

Literati seeking an audience arrive in an endless stream, and praise for the lake scenery never ceases. They do not know how vicious the summer water mosquitoes are, nor how the winter wind cuts to the bone... Much less do they know that I have less than a year left to live.

The righteous spirit of scholars, the spiritual power of cultivators, the incense and merit of Buddhism and Daoism, and the faith of the common people. How can one attain immortality?

In the dead of night. The distant lake is silent and desolate, while the waters nearby are cold, bleak, and soundless.

I pack my bags, purchase supplies at the east, west, south, and north markets, then depart without leaving a trace.

Before my sword is properly fastened, I have already stepped into the martial world.

I seek immortality.