I can start with eternal life and summon the ancestors of China!

Turn Tiangang upside down! Turn Tiangang upside down!

The next day, Chen Ning became more and more depressed. He had been the boss for more than a hundred years, but today he was taken over by this bastard.

Glancing at Heizi, who was sleeping soundly on his body, Chen Ning habitually slapped his dog-like head. However, halfway through, Chen Ning abruptly stopped, and the wind from his palm blew Heizi's fur sideways.

If I give that damn slap, that unruly master will beat me into a dog's head!

"Chen Ning!"

"Seventh Senior Brother, why are you here?"

The Seventh Senior Brother smiled and said, "Let's go. I'll show you around and introduce you to our Changsheng Sect."

"Although our sect is called the Changsheng Sect, the only one who truly practices the art of longevity is Master. No one knows how long Master has lived. Anyway, ever since I can remember, Master has been like this. Except for you and Heizi who took the initiative to join the sect, my six senior brothers and I were all picked up by Master."

Senior Brother Seven talked as they walked, but after walking for a long time, Chen Ning suddenly discovered a problem: the entire Changsheng Sect did not have any spiritual veins, and even the spiritual energy was very weak.

"It seems you've also discovered it. You're not mistaken. The mountain gate of our Changsheng Sect is indeed just an ordinary mountaintop. Even compared to the outside world, the spiritual energy here is poor."

At this point, the Seventh Senior Brother suddenly paused: "Because our Changsheng Sect doesn't cultivate immortality, but the Tao!"

Boom!

It was a bolt from the blue, as if Senior Brother Seven had touched some taboo.

"The Tao. It can be the path you take. That is the Tao."

As soon as these words were spoken, the weeds and bushes in front of the two of them disappeared instantly, turning into a secluded path that led to nowhere.

"It could also be righteousness, morality, just like this piece of land, which I have cared for for thousands of years. And this space of mine, I am their morality."

Brother Seven raised his hands slightly, and instantly a gentle breeze blew. All the flowers, trees, crops, vegetables, and plants emitted a faint but extremely vibrant green light, slowly drifting towards Brother Seven, as if welcoming their king.

"Tao can also mean the Great Dao, the Way of Heaven, or one's own Way."

With a wave of his hand, the Seventh Senior Brother instantly returned all the green light that had drifted in, and even the vitality contained within it became even stronger. As the plants absorbed this vitality, the greenery became even more lush.

"So my Dao is life. We in the Changsheng Sect all get our names based on our Dao. My name is Nongfu, and my master is Changsheng. As for the other brothers and sisters, we'll introduce them to each other when we meet."

A cultivator? An immortal cultivator? Damn, this cultivator is so awesome! It really suits me. I already have a backer, so I don't need to cultivate immortality at all. But what is my own path?

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. In other words, all things can be Tao."

Chen Ning suddenly thought of the "Tao Te Ching" and Lao Tzu's theory of the origin of the universe.

When the farmer heard this, he was stunned, and a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart: This junior brother, what a strong understanding! Although he had been enlightened to the Tao for thousands of years, he still didn't know how to summarize it. Now it seems that the junior brother's summary is very appropriate. Indeed, the Tao can be everything, and everything can also be the Tao.

"Junior Brother, this is indeed true. However, human power is ultimately limited. All we can do is to find the path that best suits us among all things."

Chen Ning nodded thoughtfully. That's not right! When others are exhausted, I am not. I am an immortal!

"Thank you, Seventh Senior Brother, for your guidance!"

Despite his thoughts, Chen Ning was still very grateful to the farmer. To date, the farmer was the first person to preach to him seriously.

From that point on, Chen Ning settled down in the Changsheng Sect. Every day was a leisurely one. He would wake up in the morning, work with the farmers, and watch the crops grow. At noon, he would stir-fry two dishes for a light meal with the three of them and the dog. In the afternoon, he would go fishing or hunt for game. Dinner was a more formal affair, consisting of three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, a soup, and a pot of wine per person. Life was truly comfortable.

It's worth mentioning that Eighth Senior Brother Heizi has completely stood up in the Changsheng Sect, literally, ever since he had the support of Master Changsheng. Heizi now walks on his feet, and Chen Ning no longer pats him on the head in the morning. Once, because Heizi drooled in his sleep, Chen Ning's chest was covered in a sea of ​​saliva. In a fit of rage, Chen Ning slapped Heizi's head, causing it to tilt.

Before Heizi could complain, the entire Changsheng Sect was suddenly filled with a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse. Dark clouds descended from the sky, thunder rumbled, and dragon-shaped lightning erupted. Finally, the entire cloud shrank into a single pillar, towering directly above Chen Ning's head.

For three days, Chen Ning's head was covered with heavy rain, thunder, and lightning. After this battle, Chen Ning admitted defeat and said, "Brother Hei is awesome."

Furthermore, in his 30th year after arriving at the Changsheng Sect, Chen Ning successfully leaped from the second level of the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage. Clearly, the perverted ancestor had officially entered the Fusion stage. All told, Ying Zheng had only been in this world forty years.

"Seventh Senior Brother, if it takes a person forty years from learning to cultivate to the fusion stage, then what level is he at?"

The farmer's hand holding the dung bucket trembled, and the dung water almost spilled out. Poor kid, I'm afraid he was played stupid by his master.

"Who is so foolish? It actually takes forty years to reach the fusion stage? Your senior brother is cultivating the Tao. With your senior brother's talent, it would only take twenty years at most to reach the fusion stage."

Chen Ning relaxed instantly. Fortunately, his ancestors weren't that perverted! Otherwise, he would have been afraid that someone would target him.

"I think if he hadn't created his own technique, he should have been able to reach the fusion stage in thirty years. Of course, he still can't compare to my senior brother."

The farmer was stunned. Was he serious? You know, their immortal master, who had lived for who knows how many years, was only at the perfect Mahayana stage, according to the standards of an immortal cultivator!!!

Ever since he confirmed that the forty-year fusion Chen Ning had asked about was no joke, the farmer fell completely silent, even giving up alcohol for a week. In reality, what Chen Ning didn't know was that the farmer's realm was equivalent to a cultivator's late Nascent Soul stage. However, cultivators can't be measured solely by their realm. Therefore, generally speaking, a cultivator's realm can be considered a cultivator one level higher than their current one.

Finally, tomorrow marks the second centenary. Meanwhile, in a valley hundreds of millions of miles away, Ying Zheng is being hunted by countless humans, gods, and demons.

Swish! !

He opened his dragon eyes, and in an instant, even the mist in the valley was blown open with a big hole.

"Finally! I can take this step!"

At this moment, Ying Zheng's body was like a raging dragon, wantonly devouring the surrounding spiritual energy. That terrifying momentum could not be suppressed! And between his eyebrows, a faint dragon-shaped shadow flashed by!