Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 180 - 132: Beyond Innate, a Thread of Magical Power!

Chapter 180: Chapter 132: Beyond Innate, a Thread of Magical Power!

With the faint mist swirling around, it truly looked as if a heavenly immortal had descended.

The mist, carried by the mountain wind, wasn’t thick at all, so at a glance, it was obvious—the person was his own father.

Unable to help himself, he muttered: "So, Dad’s become an immortal?"

For them, their father’s strength was unfathomable, especially since last time, it was rumored he’d managed to wound that so-called ’Immortal Meng’.

Lu Ziyou couldn’t help but once ask Lu Chang’sheng about it. Chang’sheng replied there was still quite a gap before immortality, but seeing the scene now, he couldn’t help but think it over again.

Knowing his father was in a critical state, Lu Ziyou didn’t make a sound.

A moment later, his heart skipped a beat.

He felt even more sure—his father had truly become an immortal.

Because, at this moment, atop Lu Chang’sheng’s head, a wisp of pure energy suddenly appeared.

It was azure in color.

Such a phenomenon—he’d never even heard of before.

Lu Ziyou was completely awestruck.

As evening approached, at last, the dancing figure came to a halt; with a flash, he landed right in front of Lu Ziyou.

"Dad, did you really become an immortal?"

"I suppose you could say that. But still, this isn’t truly an immortal—just a cultivator."

Lu Chang’sheng wasn’t clueless.

Li Nangua had chatted with them every year through the sound transmission shell, naturally mentioning the difference between cultivators and ordinary people.

That was—the change from True Qi to magical power.

Just like when pile skill reaches great success and shifts into the True Qi Realm.

It’s a tremendous leap.

If anything, even more exaggerated.

"Magical power has many more properties than True Qi—you could call it versatile."

Lu Chang’sheng explained as he walked, telling Lu Ziyou what he’d learned.

He had high hopes for Lu Ziyou.

After all, this world belonged to the extraordinary; compared to his other son, Lu Chang’an, Lu Ziyou clearly had the potential to go further.

As for Lu Chang’an, maybe just living in long peace, as his name suggested, would be enough.

"Versatile means it’s much easier to control. Before, my body weighed over a thousand pounds, but now—it can be heavy or light at will."

After speaking, Lu Chang’sheng’s body suddenly grew extremely heavy. When his foot struck the ground, the earth boomed, and even Yu Hai, Guan Hongxiu, Mr. and Mrs. Lu, and the others a hundred meters away felt it, all turning in amazement to look over, wondering what had happened.

Luckily, the tremors came and went quickly—just a few tremors, and it was gone.

Lu Ziyou stared at his father, who walked lightly across the shrub tops, dumbstruck.

Lu Chang’sheng stepped down from the leaves, saying: "I can ride the wind with a single wisp of magical power in me."

Lu Ziyou drew a deep breath, his eyes alive with endless imagination.

He longed to cultivate, become immortal, and roam heaven and earth.

Back at their place, Lu Chang’sheng didn’t mention this to anyone else—there was simply no need.

After dinner, he went to his room and took out the sound transmission shell.

The year was nearly over; he wondered if Li Nangua would call this year.

"If there’s no call, it surely means Nangua’s run into trouble in the Spirit Realm."

Li Nangua had recently said Fairy Yunxia was unhappy with her slow progress, but Lu Chang’sheng didn’t believe that.

Still, he didn’t expose Nangua’s lie—he’d find out for himself once he reached the Spirit Realm.

"In a few years, if the two realms haven’t merged conspicuously, maybe I’ll go hunt down those evil cultivators."

By then, he would at least have perfected several root source techniques—where his strength might reach, even he didn’t know.

"And there are these two items..."

Lu Chang’sheng took out Meng Ping’s relics.

Armor thin as cicada wings, and an unremarkable-looking pendant.

Both were damaged to some extent, but as an immortal’s possessions, they were certainly special.

And just now, after he finished the Five Elements True Body Skill and birthed a strand of magical power within, he felt something new about them.

He tried channeling magical power, guiding it bit by bit along his meridians toward the armor.

Since his magical power was fresh and scant, it took two days before he could touch the armor with power at his fingertip.

What happened next delighted Lu Chang’sheng.

That faint magical power entered the armor, and the previously dull, lifeless armor suddenly, like drought meeting rain, devoured his power in an instant.

And, maybe it was his imagination, but the armor’s surface even began to feel somewhat like an immortal object.

"This armor was dormant; my magical power just might reboot it."

"Perhaps magical power is the true key to using these magical artifacts."

Struck by a sudden thought, Lu Chang’sheng pulled out the box with the treasure vault immortal insect. After he opened it, the insect appeared drowsy as ever.

"Let’s give it a try."

After midnight, once his magical power had recovered almost fully, Lu Chang’sheng placed his hand atop the treasure vault insect’s head, a wisp of magical power extended from his fingertip.

Next thing, the motionless creature abruptly opened its mouth wide and swallowed the wisp whole.

Straight after, Lu Chang’sheng felt a sudden jolt in his heart and mind: that wisp of power seemed like his own eyes, rushing along a strange channel. Moments later, it arrived in a cramped space.

Just a meter cubed or so.

Inside, things lay scattered around.

A pile of over three hundred odd items, plus five or six stalks of spirit medicine stored in jade boxes.

More than ten crystal stones glowing with gentle spiritual light.

And one jade vial.

As well as some other odds and ends, but compared to those, barely worth noticing.

Seeing all this, Lu Chang’sheng knew—these were Meng Ping’s real legacy.

"Still, this fortune is a bit meager..."

Lu Chang’sheng quickly tallied everything inside.

Soon enough, he held a jade vial in his hand.

"So the treasure vault insect opens things with magical power. Right now, I can only open it once per day."

Lu Chang’sheng marveled—this world’s storage bags were certainly peculiar.

"And these pills—they look like cultivation boosters."

By now his alchemy was already uncanny; maybe he couldn’t tell the makeup of a pill at a glance, but by scent, he could still make a quick guess about its effects.

"Though, I’d better be extra cautious."

There were five pills in the jade vial. To play it safe, Lu Chang’sheng took one and scraped off a corner for testing.

You could never guarantee something from an enemy’s pocket was truly safe.

More than a month passed, the New Year arrived. Lu Chang’sheng and the family returned to the prefecture to celebrate, and the whole clan waited anxiously by the sound transmission shell. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

But the shell never did light up.

Lu Chang’sheng now had fifteen spirit stones, yet he had no idea how to use them, so he simply gave up.

This year was unique for Lu Chang’sheng: he’d met an immortal and gained the chance to take another step forward, and though risk came with opportunity, sometimes that was unavoidable.

There are dangers you simply can’t dodge.

Even if he hadn’t gone to Black Mountain Prefecture to seek out evil cultivator Meng Ping, it wouldn’t be long before Meng Ping came looking for him.

When that time came, after all those True Qi Martial Artists who went for a deal got cleaned out, he alone had no chance against Meng Ping.

Such is fate!

Then came the silence from Nangua.

This was what made Lu Chang’sheng truly heavy-hearted.

"The Spirit Realm is anything but safe."

Otherwise, why would evil cultivators exist?

At night, he gathered Lu Chang’an and Lu Ziyou, and solemnly said: "The world is chaotic now, so don’t think about being officials for the time being. Later, you’ll be practicing with me. Especially you, Chang’an—I don’t expect much, but at least reach Innate Martial Artist level before you’re fifty."

Lu Chang’an instantly felt the pressure and replied gravely: "Father, I’m already twenty-seven, and my root bone is ordinary. How am I supposed to manage that?"

Lu Ziyou just chuckled.

He didn’t feel any pressure at all.

Another decade or so, and maybe he could break into the Innate Level himself.

"I don’t want the old to bury the young," Lu Chang’sheng said, voice heavy.

He knew well nothing could really change this outcome, but at least, it shouldn’t happen so soon.

Lu Chang’an gave a solemn nod.

He saw Lu Chang’sheng as his role model. Now, with his father so serious, he couldn’t refuse.

And with his keen mind, he sensed something hidden in the air.

Father—seems to be planning to entrust them for the future.