Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age

According to the plan, Fang Yuan and the group of late-stage Qi Cultivation practitioners would sneak into the Zhu Family’s territory first for a surprise attack, then the rest of them would follow. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

This way, they could weaken the Zhu Family’s power to the greatest extent.

They waited until near dawn, when suddenly, a series of explosions echoed from the Zhu Family’s estate, followed closely by intense fighting.

"Alchemist Lu, be careful."

An elder cultivator of the Fang Family reminded him.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Fang Yun."

Originally, the leader should’ve been Fang Shan, the Clan Leader, but since Fang Shan was already late-stage Qi Cultivation, for safety’s sake, he went along with Fang Yuan and the others to join the siege against the Zhu Family.

Lu Chang’sheng knew they were worried about his safety, so he quickly said, "With my wife here, I’ll be fine."

The Zhu Family did have a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, plus two late-stage fighters out in the open, but they also had Fang Yuan—a powerhouse—on their side.

And now, counting the other family elders, they had eight late-stage Qi Cultivation fighters; unless their luck was absolutely rotten, there shouldn’t be any accidents.

Lu Chang’sheng dared to come along with the group, precisely for this reason.

The Zhu Family’s old Clan Leader may have reached the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, but his abilities were average. Otherwise, the Qu Family couldn’t have lasted so long before; now, facing the combined hunt of several families, his prospects looked bleak.

Moreover, if Fang Yuan and the rest managed to rack up some victories, their advantage would become even stronger.

Sure enough, that violent explosion shattered the early morning tranquility once and for all.

The Zhu Family’s territory always had plenty of cultivators gathered there, forming a small township-like area.

Upon hearing that blast, many cultivators—whether meditating or resting—looked up in shock, faces turning grim as they gazed toward the distant family grounds.

Soon after, Zhu Family cultivators began organizing people to fight back.

Many rushed toward the estate, where the battle had become fierce, likely at the late-stage Qi Cultivation level. Though they weren’t that powerful themselves, with the help of talisman papers and magical artifacts, they could still drain the opponents’ magical power.

But just then, another message spread—there was also a group of cultivators outside.

This forced them to split their focus, and some began heading out to intercept.

"When the number of cultivators fighting hits a certain level, it really does feel different."

Lu Chang’sheng was being protected at the rear of the party.

Up ahead, cultivators from each family were already battling fiercely with the Zhu Family’s group.

He realized, when you had so many cultivators, even lower-level magic that normally wouldn’t threaten late-stage practitioners became pretty scary.

Of course, not because of their power, but because of the sheer numbers.

Normally, mid-stage Qi Cultivation practitioners had far more magical power and spiritual sense than early-stage ones, so the latter’s spells typically couldn’t budge the former.

And early-stage Qi Cultivation magic power was so limited, they could only cast a handful of spells before running out.

But with huge numbers, even mid-stage cultivators’ shields started to buckle, since maintaining them also cost magical power.

Fortunately, mid-stage cultivators were agile enough.

All the families together counted twenty or thirty mid-stage Qi Cultivation fighters.

An elder of the Fang Family surged with magical light, his body swelling as he dashed forward, suddenly growing several times larger—like a rampaging giant ape.

Thick arms reaching past his knees, he charged straight into the Zhu Family’s ranks.

This was a cultivator specializing in body techniques, his physique incredibly tough—basically a humanoid tyrannosaurus. Anyone who got hit by him was either dead or crippled.

It didn’t matter if they had protective magic—useless against him.

Only some of the stronger third-level or mid-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators could withstand his assault.

"Using body techniques to clear out enemies is really effective."

Lu Chang’sheng stayed at the back, while Nangua gripped a huge saber, suddenly swinging it through the air.

A crescent-shaped blade of wind shot out, and in the shadows up ahead, sprays of blood burst forth, and broken bodies tumbled out.

Those were Zhu Family cultivators skilled in stealth techniques, cut down on the spot.

Lu Chang’sheng gave silent praise, though he was shocked; Nangua, such a delicate-looking girl—how was she wielding such a brutal weapon?

For some reason, he remembered that girl back in the lands of Great Yuan, sharpening her blade with murderous intent.

Lu Chang’sheng wasn’t just standing around. He formed a hand seal, and a thick smoke enveloped the space in front of him. Moments later, the shadow of a puppet beast over a meter tall appeared, instantly darting out from the group towards a Zhu Family cultivator.

That Zhu Family member had just fired off a flame technique, his magical power still recovering, when he sensed a shadow pouncing—pain flared across his body instantly.

Using Nangua’s protection, he kept trying to direct the puppet beast at the enemy; for a moment, it felt almost like he was going on a rampage.

Though his puppet beast wasn’t quite a Black Water Profound Snake, it matched a mid-stage Qi Cultivation fighter, and with its reckless ferocity it was a headache even for cultivators of the same level.

After cutting down six or seven Zhu Family cultivators, Lu Chang’sheng was finally noticed by some sharp-eyed members of the enemy.

But to avoid getting targeted, many people—including Lu Chang’sheng and Li Nangua—had disguised themselves before coming.

Otherwise, once Zhu Family recognized Lu Chang’sheng, they might draw in even their late-stage fighters from farther away.

Lu Chang’sheng was just here to play his part and test his puppet beast; no way he would foolishly run out front and draw their fire.

So, no one realized his true identity; they just assumed he was some Fang Family clansman.