Eternal Life: I Can Control My Essence Qi-Chapter 72: The Calam

Feng Lu, who was kneeling in the hall, felt very uneasy.

He saw all the Immortal Families in the hall discussing his matter, but he couldn’t hear any sound.

He could only hope that the immortals would show great mercy.

Moments later, Zhang Yao casually removed the Sound Insulation Skill and said:

"Feng Lu, your filial piety is touching, and being able to plead before us means you possess karma."

"Today, we grant your request, bestowing upon you three Immortal Peaches to take back and heal your elderly mother."

As he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, and the three Immortal Peaches on the table floated into the air and landed before Feng Lu.

Feng Lu was overjoyed and moved to tears, repeatedly kowtowing in gratitude.

"You, a mere mortal, climbed the thousand-foot perilous cliffs, already soaked in the coldness, which has penetrated your entire body. If you were to return now, you’re bound to fall gravely ill."

Zhang Yao continued as a fiery red date flew out from the jade disc before landing in front of Feng Lu.

"I specially grant you a Fire Date. After consuming it, you can avoid this severe illness."

"Thank you, Immortal, for your mercy."

After expressing his gratitude countless times, Feng Lu tightly clutched the Immortal Peaches and the Fire Date and left the Celestial Capital Mountain Spirit Vein, led by Zhao He.

After he left, everyone resumed their banquet, and after a while, they dispersed, each going into seclusion.

For them, Feng Lu’s visit to seek the immortals’ help to save his mother was just a small episode in their cultivation journey, and no one paid it any mind.

But for the scholar Feng Lu, the events of this day could be considered a turning point in his life.

After leaving the Celestial Capital Mountain Spirit Vein, he still felt somewhat dizzy, as if in a dream, unable to believe all that had happened.

"So, deep within the Celestial Capital Mountain, there truly are immortals in seclusion..."

He touched the Immortal Peaches and the Fire Date in his arms, and only then did the sense of unreality gradually disappear.

The cold wind was biting, causing him to shiver all over. He quickly took out the Fire Date and consumed it, immediately feeling as if he were in a warm furnace, with the cold dispelled completely.

"It’s truly a celestial fruit!"

Feng Lu’s expression was invigorated, his steps much lighter, a smile spread across his face.

"Mother is saved now!"

Several hours later.

Clutching the Immortal Peaches, Feng Lu, after much hardship, finally returned home to Siping Town.

He chopped up the Immortal Peaches, boiled them in water, and fed the concoction to his mother. The effect was remarkably swift.

Feng Lu’s elderly mother, who had been gravely ill and bedridden, breathing faintly, miraculously recovered the next day after ingesting the peach broth and could get out of bed and work.

The surrounding familiar neighbors and friends were all aghast and found it unbelievable.

Before long, Feng Lu’s feat of climbing the Celestial Capital Mountain to seek the immortals’ help to save his mother was being spread far and wide, even alerting the local government office and the Shangjing Imperial Court.

With the spread of this news, Feng Lu became famous, recognized as the most dutiful son in Central Province.

After gaining fame, he was soon noticed, and someone invested in him. Feng Lu escaped his impoverished family background. He dedicated himself to intense study and, a year later, achieved second place in the imperial examination, becoming a celebrated story of the time.

This tale inspired countless people to venture into the depths of the Celestial Capital Mountain, seeking out the immortal realm, but ultimately, all returned empty-handed, leading the Celestial Capital Mountain’s immortal realm to gradually fade into legend once more...

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There is no record of time in cultivation; the years in the mountain are long.

In the Celestial Capital Mountain Spirit Vein:

Over a dozen cultivators gathered for a small Dao assembly.

"Hmm, this Spirit Rice is truly excellent, unforgettable after tasting it a few times..."

Zhang Yao praised, his eyes gleaming, after tasting a few mouthfuls of Spirit Rice porridge.

By this time, it had been eight full years since he arrived at the Celestial Capital Mountain Spirit Vein and became one of the Celestial Capital Seven Friends.

The loose cultivators of Celestial Capital Mountain and Kongqing River have always had a tradition of mutual exchange, and this was his second time participating in such a small Dao assembly.

"Hahaha, as long as Fellow Daoist Qingxu likes it."

An elderly man with a youthful visage stroked his beard and smiled.

In Kongqing River, there are also Spirit Fields, but due to the excessive moisture, they are unsuitable for planting Spirit Grass, so they grow Spirit Rice.

In terms of efficacy alone, Spirit Rice is far superior to some Spirit Fruit Immortal Peaches or Spirit Fasting Pills, but its output is lower, typically maturing once every five to six years.

Cultivators from the two major Spirit Vein Lands usually exchange ideas and experiences every five to six years, exchanging items and fostering friendships.

"By the way, we’ve recently learned a piece of news."

Halfway through the assembly, a cultivator from Kongqing River suddenly spoke up:

"Did you know, the last Middle-stage Qi Refining cultivator on Wuyin Island has passed away!"

Upon hearing this, the once-jovial banquet suddenly fell into silence.

The crowd looked at each other, their expressions indescribable, and a trace of strangeness gradually emerged in the atmosphere.

"Ahem."

Finally, Old He cleared his throat, breaking the silence, and spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Zhuang, do you mean to suggest taking action against the Liu Family on Wuyin Island?"

"The Liu Family? Heh heh..."

Fellow Daoist Zhuang sneered, speaking slowly:

"Fellow Daoist He, you truly have been in the mountains too long without hearing the news, you’re way behind!"

"What Liu Family is there now?"

"On Wuyin Island, there are only five cultivators in total. With the only Middle-stage Qi Refining one dead, there are just four left, and three of them have the surname Yuwen."

"The one occupying Wuyin Island now is no longer the Liu Family; it should be called the Yuwen Family instead."

Hearing his words, everyone couldn’t help but discuss in whispers.

"Truly unexpected..."

Zhang Yao felt strange inside and couldn’t help but be a little emotional.

Back then, Yu Wenze was just a live-in son-in-law of the Liu Family, with a low status, enduring humiliation and oppression, manipulated by the Empress.

But unexpectedly, after a century, the situation had undergone a dramatic change.

The Liu Family, having arrived in such a desolate place as the Lu Kingdom, struggled with cultivation, and after the old lady’s death, it deteriorated by the day.

Conversely, the Yuwen Family, being of royal descent, naturally had a large number of descendants after a hundred years of reproduction, and with the Liu Family’s bloodline, several offspring were born with Spirit Roots.

"This truly echoes the old saying... Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank."

"Who would have thought that a humble Immortal Family live-in son-in-law, Yu Wenze, could turn the tables and occupy the magpie’s nest?"

Zhang Yao pondered to himself while the numerous cultivators began whispering in small groups, plotting quietly.

Wealth moves people’s hearts, and even cultivators are not exempt.

The Lu Kingdom was originally impoverished with nothing to fight over, so naturally, harmonious cultivation was maintained.

But now the situation had changed.

That old lady of the Liu Family, being a Late-stage Qi Refining Immortal Dao Powerhouse, would undoubtedly have left a lot of inheritance.

Not daring to say much, but there would certainly be some First high grade Spirit Talismans or one or two high-grade Magical Artifacts.

Now, with Wuyin Island weakened, the only Middle-stage Qi Refining cultivator dead, they were left with only a few kittens, without deterrence, naturally unable to fend off the surrounding wolves.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu."

Fatty Chen came over, squinting his small eyes, and asked:

"What do you think about their proposal? Should we join forces to attack Wuyin Island?"

PS: I still couldn’t resist, posting another Chapter (*^▽^*)