Born with immortal seed

Chapter 215 The Old Friends Have Gone
"It's Steward Lang, please get up..."

Bai Zichen recognized the person; they had crossed paths several times in the market before.

As he stopped, another round, clumsy black and white bear-like beast climbed up the cloud steps. Its limbs were short and stout, and when it stepped over the steps, its front paws tripped, causing it to roll directly into the moon.

It lost its balance, rolled upside down with its arms and legs in the air, and finally stopped at its owner's heels.

After struggling for a while, it finally managed to turn itself over.

"Greetings, Elder Bai."

"Elder Bai, it's been many years since we last met at Jade Moon Lake. You've made breakthroughs one after another, and soon I'll be able to address you as a senior expert..."

"My name is Liu Hui. My elder brother and you have a long-standing relationship."

The other cultivators in the room reacted, and although they weren't as obsequious and exaggerated as Lang Zhongping, they all came up to greet him warmly.

Bai Zichen nodded slightly and walked straight to his uncle. Looking at this relative who had guided him onto the path of cultivation and cared for his growth, he noticed the obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, you're getting old..."

Bai Jiu'an's eyes reddened as he grabbed Bai Zichen's arm: "Chen'er, you did very well... Everyone says you can become a Core Formation True Person. My nephew, Bai Jiu'an, is a Core Formation True Person. I would be happy even if I died!"

In a daze, I was transported back to that afternoon at Hanxiu Peak that year.

His uncle earnestly warned him not to be blinded by the unexpected gain of killing the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators.

If they cultivate diligently, and accumulate enough family contributions in the future, they will surely be able to exchange them for a Pure Yang Qi Sha to help Bai Zichen break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

Bai Zichen refused Bai Xianzong's request to sit in the main seat and instead sat down next to Bai Jiu'an.

He left the restless, burrowing creature behind him, tossed it two handfuls of spirit fruits, and let it play by itself.

Bai Xianzong, sitting at the head of the table, was somewhat restless. After a while, he simply stood up and went to toast the Foundation Establishment cultivators who had come to offer their congratulations.

Bai Zichen found it amusing; he wouldn't care about such trivial matters.

Or wherever he sits, that becomes the main seat in the room, and everyone revolves around it.

"Chen'er, you haven't been home for a long time. I'll bring your younger brother and sister to see you later... They both have spiritual roots. I don't expect them to be as outstanding as you. As long as they have the aptitude of four spiritual roots, it's fine."

Bai Jiu'an was in high spirits upon seeing his long-lost nephew, his face beaming with smiles.

"That's excellent... My brother, Bai Zichen's brother, is definitely not bad."

Bai Zichen was also happy for his uncle when he heard that one of his uncle's children had a descendant with spiritual roots.

Even if both parents are cultivators, it doesn't guarantee that their offspring will possess spiritual roots; it only greatly increases the probability.

"Let me offer a toast to Elder Bai."

Bai Ling, with her graceful figure, raised the wine cup and drank it down to the brim.

Looking back now, it's almost laughable that she actually harbored competitive thoughts with Bai Zichen, wanting to see who was the number one genius in the Bai family.

But in just a few years, Bai Zichen quickly showed talent far surpassing his peers, and after joining Qingfeng Sect, he soared to great heights.

At first, Bai Ling was somewhat skeptical when she heard about Bai Zichen in her family, wondering if there might be some exaggeration involved.

Gradually, I became somewhat numb.

I truly realized that the distance between people is just that great.

She cultivated step by step to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. There was no one more suitable than her in the clan. She barely succeeded in establishing her foundation after taking that Foundation Establishment Pill.

The other party was already at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

He became a very important figure in the entire Black Mountain County.

“We are both members of the Bai clan, there’s no need to be so formal… If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to Feiyue Lake to find me.”

Bai Zichen took a small sip in response.

His status rose suddenly, and he had spent limited time in the clan since childhood, so it's no wonder that Bai Xianzong and Bai Ling didn't know how to get along with him.

Even out of respect for his uncle, he couldn't possibly ignore the Bai family.

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After the Foundation Establishment celebration banquet ended, most of the guests left, but a few cultivators who had close ties with the Bai family stayed behind to exchange ideas and stay for a few days.

Foundation Establishment cultivators also exchange items, trading away spiritual objects they no longer need.

Inside the newly renovated family hall, a circle of family members stood, including many of Bai Xianzong's carefully selected young talents, hoping that a few would catch Bai Zichen's eye.

Unfortunately, all his attention was focused on the two children that Bai Jiu'an had brought.

They were all six or seven years old; the boy was chubby-cheeked and the girl was delicate and pretty, both very cute.

"What are their names?"

Bai Zichen was delighted at the sight and pulled the two of them in front of him.

"Cousin, my name is Bai Ziying, and my younger brother's name is Bai Ziyu."

The little girl was bolder, fluttering her big, dark eyes as she stared at her cousin, whom she was meeting for the first time.

Bai Jiu'an already has more than ten children, but only this brother and sister have been found to have spiritual roots.

"Alright, this is a gift from your cousin. Please accept it."

Bai Zichen reached out and flicked his hand over the storage bag, placing two peach wood swords into the hands of the two children.

These were the same peach wood swords he used back then, the one that slayed demons and the one that suppressed evil spirits. These two wooden flying swords had accompanied him for a long time, but after he reached the Foundation Establishment stage, they were left idle in his storage bag.

"Thank you, cousin."

Bai Ziying held up the Demon-Suppressing Peach Wood Sword, which was almost as tall as her, and said in a childish voice.

"Brother Chen, isn't this too expensive..."

Don't be fooled by the fact that these peach wood swords have poor attributes and are even cheaper than the Bai family's ink bamboo swords. They are still flying swords, equivalent to a top-grade magic weapon.

Let alone two children, even among the Bai family members who are in the late stage of Qi Refining, there are quite a few who do not have high-grade magic weapons.

"The toys given to my younger cousins ​​are nothing special."

Bai Zichen was well aware of Bai Xianzong's intention in arranging so many younger clansmen, but in terms of blood ties, Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu were relatives within three degrees of kinship with him.

The other clansmen on the field, although they all shared the same ancestor, were actually separated by five degrees of kinship and their blood ties were very distant.

In terms of gratitude, Bai Jiu'an was the one who guided me onto the path of enlightenment, and no amount of repayment could be too much for the kindness I owe him.

After thinking for a moment, he handed a golden flying sword and a Crimson Pearl Umbrella to Bai Jiu'an: "Uncle, this is a first-tier Golden Sparrow Sword and a top-grade defensive magic weapon, the Crimson Pearl Umbrella. They are a perfect combination of offense and defense... I will be in seclusion for several years in the future. With these magic weapons, you will have more ways to deal with enemies."

Bai Jiu'an only has the cultivation level of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, so even the best treasures are useless to him.

The Crimson Pearl Umbrella is a top-quality artifact among the finest magical artifacts. It has played a crucial role in turning the tide of battle on numerous occasions, making it the most suitable treasure for Qi Refining cultivators.

At the same time, he turned to Bai Ling and said, "This is your Foundation Establishment celebration. I came in a hurry and went to Thunder Cliff to kill two Golden-Winged Thunder Rocs as a gift... It should be enough for you to use as spiritual materials to refine a spiritual weapon."

Bai Ling took a storage bag with a slightly bewildered look. When she opened it, she found two complete Golden-Winged Thunder Roc corpses inside, with no wounds to be found on their bodies.

The cultivators in the hall were horrified as they listened to Bai Zichen speak in the most ordinary tone, yet with the attitude of treating the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc as a lamb to the slaughter.

This is the second-tier demonic beast, the Golden-Winged Thunder Roc, a flying demonic beast that even Foundation Establishment cultivators find troublesome.

But then it quickly became clear that it made sense; without such strength, how could they have slaughtered so many demonic cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect in the war between the two sects?

"Later, all the young disciples in the clan can come over, and I'll examine their cultivation progress..."

Bai Zichen intends to use the Nine Yang Divine Fire Mirror to illuminate the younger generation of his clan.

"Ziying, Ziyu, and other juniors who are a few years older, if they wish to join the Qingfeng Sect, can send a letter to Feiyue Lake."

"I'll arrange it right away."

Bai Xianzong nodded excitedly. He didn't care what he could leave behind, as long as Bai Zichen kept the family in his heart.

Bai Zichen's gaze swept across the people in the main hall, and he saw a somewhat familiar face: "Chongwu?"

"Elder Bai, it is indeed Chongwu..."

The once tall and handsome Bai Chongwu had a weathered face and a hunched back, looking as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Are you injured? Where is Bai Ying? I can't find her."

Bai Zichen found it strange. The clan leader had already called Bai Chongwu over, so there was no reason why he didn't know that Bai Ying was the closest to him back then and had left him out.

“He was beaten by the demonic brats of the Ghost Spirit Sect, but he’s much better now… Ying-ge’er, Ying-ge’er is dead.”

Bai Chongwu forced a smile that looked like a mix of crying and laughing, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"On the day we retreated from Hanxiu Peak, Bai Ying and I ran into a group of Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators... He actually had a Thunderclap on him. He told us to go first, and then he used sound to lure away the demonic cultivators before detonating it, blasting himself and the demonic cultivators into dust."

“I should have known this long ago. Ying’er has not been happy at all these years. Several times he has woken up in the middle of the night saying that he wants to go and find his mother.”

Bai Zichen was slightly stunned. That fat, lazy fellow, who always said that his useless spiritual root aptitude made no difference whether he cultivated or not, and whose biggest dream was to become an excellent merchant and earn enough spirit stones to open a shop, Bai Ying, was actually dead.

He chose to perish together with the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators. Judging from his act of hiding Lei Zhenzi on his person, he had been planning this for a long time.

The Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators who stormed Qingfeng Cliff back then, and Bai Ying's mother who died before her eyes, left a deep shadow on her.

Perhaps from that day on, the idea of ​​revenge was planted in his heart.

"Fatty, just wait a few more years and you'll see me avenge Aunt Song... But don't worry, not a single member of the Ghost Spirit Sect will escape."

Bai Zichen let out a long sigh of relief, then turned his head and asked, "Clan leader, does Bai Ying have any descendants?"

"There is only one son, but unfortunately he has no spiritual root and is just an ordinary mortal."

Bai Xianzong shook his head. If he had spiritual roots, why wouldn't he have summoned Bai Ying's only son?

For cultivators, children without spiritual roots are not counted as descendants.

"Go and call Lang Zhongping; he should still be waiting."

Bai Zichen gave Bai Chongwu some instructions, then closed his eyes and sat there without saying a word.

A quarter of an hour later, an uneasy Lang Zhongping followed into the main hall, bowed respectfully, and waited for instructions.

“Steward Lang, are there any vacant shops in the market? I mean the core area, not those newly developed outer shops.”

"Reporting to Elder Bai, once we acquire the shops on these streets, no one will give them up. The sect has spent many years working hard to exchange the permanent ownership of most of the shops for a hundred-year lease. Even if the shop owners encounter cash flow problems, they would rather borrow spirit stones than sell their shops."

Lang Zhongping's voice grew softer and softer, and he felt a chill run down his spine under Bai Zichen's icy gaze.

"However, I remember there was a shop in the core area that wasn't operating properly and was going to be expelled from the market by the end of the year. But it was small, only half a storefront..."

With Elder Bai in charge, I can only apologize to the Xu family, even though the young woman they sent over is indeed very fresh and tender.

Lang Zhongping revealed the shop that he had painstakingly freed up, originally intended for the Xu family.

On one side is the future Core Formation True Person of the sect, and on the other side are the families of his several concubines.

Choosing the right option is not difficult.

First, I must apologize to all my fellow Daoists. I am deeply ashamed that I failed to add an extra chapter in June.

Let's do the math first. There are seven chapters owed in May. Although there was no mention of extra chapters for monthly votes in June, as usual, 500 monthly votes should be enough for one extra chapter, which would make it eight chapters.

Considering my wife's due date is next week, I need to save up some manuscripts these few days to avoid stopping updates.

I can only set a small goal for now: to pay off the debt from May by July.

I'll bow once and then take my leave.

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(End of this chapter)