Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

[Life Span: 234/793]

[Realm: Golden Core Middle Stage (75/100)]

In the pavilion, Lin Chang’an looked at his own cultivation progress, and couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied smile.

His cultivation continued to improve steadily, and breaking through to the Core Formation Late Stage in another twenty to thirty years shouldn’t be a problem.

"Breaking through to the Core Formation Late Stage at two hundred and fifty or sixty years old proves great potential, indicating the potential for Nascent Soul Formation."

However, this is only among ordinary cultivators; in recent turbulent years, many prodigies have also emerged.

There are quite a few cultivators who have reached the Core Formation Late Stage just at two hundred years old; he can only be considered ordinary.

"Fast cultivation doesn’t mean anything; those who can reach the end are the true powerhouses."

Lin Chang’an had enough confidence in this regard, so when he saw information about these prodigies, he was not discouraged in the slightest.

Instead, he was filled with calmness; there were countless cultivators with greater talent than him back then, and what happened?

The grass on their graves has grown and wilted several times over.

With that, Lin Chang’an’s gaze fell on the letter sent earlier by a cultivator from the Profound Sound Pavilion.

"A letter from the Yue Kingdom, it’s been several years."

Slowly opening the letter, it was written by the younger generation like Li Yifan, Shen Fan, and Wei Yingying.

Although there were also letters from the Zhou Family, they mostly sent gifts as a gesture of gratitude for watching over the Zhou Family here.

Lin Chang’an gladly accepted this, considering that quite a few disciples from the Zhou Family in the Profound Sound Pavilion counted him as their backing.

As he read the letter, Lin Chang’an’s gaze gradually dimmed, and after a long, quiet sigh, his expression was filled with melancholy.

"Yifan is also getting old, and Yingying is no longer the mischievous girl she once was."

The letters from cultivators were all infused with mana.

Lin Chang’an could clearly sense the aged aura contained within Li Yifan’s mana.

Along with the mention of Wei Yingying in the letter.

Over the years, as his prestige as a Core Formation Cultivator grew, respect from many people stemmed more from strength and status.

Other connections, naturally, began to fade over time, including old friends from the Yue Kingdom.

However, Yingying, being clever, still used the same tone and tricks she learned from her little junior sister, mentioning the various situations in the Yue Kingdom in every letter.

And also the changes in everyone.

The letters mentioned that Li Yifan had grown old; though he was a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivator, the hidden wounds of his youth already bore the signs of aging.

"Calculating the years, Yifan is also two hundred years old, Erniu, Shen Lie, and Little Junior Sister have all been gone for a long time."

Sitting in the pavilion, Lin Chang’an was lost in thought, recalling the memories of his two hundred or so years of life.

The familiar smiles along the way halted; they had reached their end, while he continued on this path.

With bitterness and laughter, he unknowingly had come so far.

"Time is truly unforgiving."

Lin Chang’an shook his head and sighed, no matter even a Divinity Transformation Cultivator cannot withstand the erosion of time, perhaps only the legendary immortals can.

Foundation Establishment Cultivators usually start at two hundred years, and some even live close to three hundred.

But these are rare; most have experienced too much in life, with various hidden wounds, intense battles, all depleting their life.

Even as the body ages, some old ailments will affect one’s life span.

"However, everyone is doing pretty well now."

Yingying mentioned in the letter about the development of the Li Family, as well as the descendants of him and Shen Fan, which made Lin Chang’an smile with relief.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death, even he couldn’t transcend it.

Now, with little regrets left for everyone, it surpassed ninety-nine percent of cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Presently, his life span has hardly changed, purely relying on the strength of his Self-Healing Body and the cultivation technique of his cultivation technique.

As a result, certain injuries and intense battles haven’t impacted his life span.

However, Lin Chang’an was still considering writing a letter this time, and perhaps sending a few Life-extending Pills to these younger ones.

Life-extending Pills don’t truly extend life span; rather, they are a wood attribute elixir that quietly heals hidden wounds within a cultivator’s body and replenishes primordial energy.

Genuine spiritual objects capable of defying heaven and extending life are treasures even Nascent Soul Cultivators vie for.

...

Profound Sound Peak.

"Mr. Lin, today is quite rare, you actually came to visit."

In the elegant pavilion, Fairy Ni Chang, dressed in a pristine white long skirt, gently lowered her head, her gaze calmly falling on the steam rising from the tea soup, with a hint of a smile on her lips.

Lin Chang’an merely smiled without speaking, lifting the spirit tea personally brewed by Fairy Ni Chang, he took a gentle sip and squinted his eyes with a look of enjoyment, before speaking.

"Your tea art is getting more refined."

Fairy Ni Chang gave a lazy smile, the azure-white gauze dress exposing a delicate collarbone.

Her skin, like creamy jade, was damp and rosy, and the pleasing contour on her chest, tightly pressed against her gauzy skirt, was faintly discernible.

Since the incident with the Transformed Yin Spirit Beast King, their relationship had noticeably become closer.

Especially after the situation with her cultivation technique and body condition were known by Lin Chang’an, Fairy Ni Chang had pondered many things over the years.

From a standpoint of interest, although her Dao heart was firm, due to her cultivation technique, the difficulty of Nascent Soul Formation had multiplied, leaving her with none of the advantages of a Celestial Spirit Root.

If she ever had a mishap in the future, with Mr. Lin’s current strength and the Cyan-Horned Bull, it would be sufficient to ensure the legacy of the Profound Sound Pavilion continues.

On a personal level, the gradual familiarity and connection over the years made her gradually grow fond of being with him.

Only at the Celestial Spring Peak, or in his company, could she not have to think too much and enjoy listening to the rare sound of mountains and flowing waters.