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Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Preaching for Longevity【39th Update】 Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Preaching for Longevity【39th Update】 “Pu!”

A palm pierced through the light sphere, and five fingers instantly clenched, firmly grasping it.

“Pill Medicine?” Li Xiaoyao glanced down and sensed the fragrance of the pill within the bottle, which was at least Fourth Grade.

“Truly extravagant.” Even with Li Xiaoyao’s extensive knowledge and experience, the treasures flying about in this forbidden land still broadened his horizons.

The Ancient Sect was indeed different, its profound depth was absolutely incomparable to that of some ordinary Sects.

Aimlessly rushing forward, Li Xiaoyao had no idea just how vast this forbidden land was, giving the impression of being boundlessly spacious.

Gradually, the grey mist dispersed, and vision became clearer, Li Xiaoyao stopped in his tracks and surveyed his surroundings.

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This was a desolate plain with no end in sight, devoid of vegetation and any living creatures, resembling a wasteland that had suffered disaster, evoking a deep sense of unease from the bottom of one’s heart.

Li Xiaoyao’s eyes were sharp as a hawk’s, running swiftly and observing all the way, when suddenly, a normal-looking house appeared ahead, empty and unreached by people.

Li Xiaoyao stepped over the threshold and was immediately drawn to the Eight Immortals table inside the old house.

The Eight Immortals table was just an ordinary redwood table, with three scrolls of bamboo slips on top, and behind the table, hung a painting of a middle-aged man on the wall. The man wore a grey robe, had long black hair fluttering in the wind, and seemed to exude an air of immortality.

Li Xiaoyao only glanced once, his attention immediately captured by the bamboo scrolls on the table.

He casually picked up the left bamboo scroll, which was a martial skill of Mortal Rank First Grade.

Li Xiaoyao was startled.

Although Ninth Rank and Mortal Rank First Grade were just one realm apart, the difference between the two was akin to heaven and earth.

Ninth Rank martial skills were certainly rare, but not uncommon among the Eight Great Sects of Xuan Country.

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But Mortal Rank martial skills were extremely scarce.

As he extended his hand to pick up the other two bamboo scrolls, Li Xiaoyao was surprised to find that no matter how much force he used, these two bamboo scrolls seemed glued to the table, utterly immobile.

“Can a person only take one?” It seemed this was the only explanation that made sense.

Placed alongside Mortal Rank First Grade martial skill, it’s unlikely they would be of a much higher level, he realized, and hence, didn’t harbor much hope for those other two bamboo scrolls.

As he turned to leave, just as he was about to step over the threshold, the outside world suddenly underwent a drastic change.

A fierce wind swept through, thunder and lightning erupted, and the world turned tumultuous as if doomsday had arrived.

An intense sense of danger surged from all directions, and in that moment, Li Xiaoyao felt like a leaf in the roaring sea, isolated and helpless.

“Such a terrifying aura.” His gaze narrowed and alert, Li Xiaoyao instinctively drew the Seven Star Ancient Sword, his muscles tensing in preparation for battle.

A silhouette gradually materialized in mid-air.

Li Xiaoyao’s pupils constricted, and he instinctively looked back towards the painting on the wall inside the house.

This was the man in the painting!

The man appeared to retain a sliver of consciousness, his eyes deep, showing no emotion, his ethereal body exuding an ancient aura.

“Sit down.”

The man’s voice was deep and authoritative, brooking no dissent.

Li Xiaoyao retorted, “Who are you?”

“Who am I?” The man’s eyes were somewhat bewildered, his every action driven by an instinctive response from that sliver of consciousness. Li Xiaoyao’s sudden question disrupted the normal flow, leaving him momentarily uncertain of what to answer.

After a while, the man finally said, “I am Li Yuan.”

“Li Yuan!” Although there was already a hint of speculation in his heart, the shock was still palpable for Li Xiaoyao upon confirmation.

In the highest place of the ancestral hall, the first Clan Leader of the Li Family, Li Yuan!

The Li Family’s legacy had lasted for at least a thousand years, which meant that this Li Yuan, even after his physical demise, had his consciousness persist for a millennium?

It was simply incredible.

“Sit down,” said Li Yuan, casting away the bewilderment in his eyes as he looked down at Li Xiaoyao and repeated his command.

Now certain of the other’s identity, Li Xiaoyao let go of the wariness in his heart.

That Li Yuan’s consciousness could endure was inseparably linked to this forbidden area. Here, Li Xiaoyao could play all his trump cards and still not necessarily be a match for Li Yuan. Besides, as a member of the Li Family, it was unlikely that Li Yuan would harm him.

Having quickly come to this realization, Li Xiaoyao sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed.

Li Yuan’s massive figure shifted slightly, his right index finger piercing down like it could rupture the heavens, and gently touched Li Xiaoyao’s brow.

“Boom!”

In that moment, Li Xiaoyao felt his mind go blank as his consciousness nearly tore away from his body.

The surroundings changed again and again until finally, he was amidst high mountains and flowing rivers, with fragrant green grass all around.

No sooner had his consciousness recovered than he saw a man before him—it was Li Yuan.

“I will impart this method only once; how much you comprehend is up to you,” said Li Yuan, clad in a grey robe. After speaking, his gaze became contained, and his entire being exuded a temperament distinct from ordinary people. It was so distinct that even in a crowd of thousands, one could recognize him at a glance.

Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes wide, staring intently at Li Yuan.

Li Yuan’s seemingly ordinary steps forward carried with them a mysterious rule. Each step seemed to embody some profound principle.

An inch more or an inch less would disrupt this sensation.

Suddenly, Li Yuan disappeared, and the next second, a pregnant woman appeared before him.

“Wah, wah, wah~~”

The infant’s cries upon birth signaled a new life.

As days passed, the infant grew into a child. By about three months, the child began his cultivation.

With a secret manual in hand and shaking his head from side to side, it seemed as if someone was supervising him. He practiced diligently every day, and the occasional weariness and impatience that surfaced made Li Xiaoyao smile knowingly.

Day after day, year after year, the child grew up; reaching five feet tall with a face like polished jade.

He practiced his swordplay daily in the bamboo forest, his technique crude.

When his cultivation level attained minor accomplishments, the young man bid farewell to his parents and ventured alone into the world.

The world was fraught with unrest, and a myriad of geniuses emerged. Carrying his passion, the young man sought to leave his mark in this vast era of cultivation.

He faced each enemy unflinchingly. Although his cultivation level was weak, he always managed to find opportunities at the brink of life and death.

It seemed like fate had blessed him, but it was inseparable from his personal efforts.

Every step of his growth was dangerously balanced; a slight misstep could send him tumbling into an abyss.

Li Xiaoyao’s heart followed the undulations of the young man’s path to growth.

The young man’s cultivation had hit a bottleneck; sometimes he was frenzied, sometimes agitated. That feeling of being on the verge of breakthrough yet always falling short drove one to extreme annoyance.

Li Xiaoyao, as if he were there himself, could vividly feel his anger and helplessness.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred and thirty years passed.

The young man was now a hundred and thirty years old, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, unable to ascend further.

Sixty years ago, he reached this state; sixty years later, he still remained there.

The path to the Divine Refining Realm seemed out of reach, as if he would never attain it in his remaining lifetime.