Chapter 480 - 642 : Moon Lake Commandery’s
"Back then, your old ancestor was only a registrar. My superior made things a little difficult for me and had me handle the farmland issue in Dongxi Village.
"At that time, before I even entered the village, I encountered the Jianyi family’s Old Ancestor.
"That was the first meeting between us two old brothers.
"Afterward..."
Yang Zhao’s eyes were filled with reminiscence as scene after scene flashed through his mind.
In the blink of an eye, fifty or sixty years had passed.
He was already old and frail, with his end approaching, while Wentian had become an immortal-like figure, high above, looked up to and worshiped by countless people across the eleven commanderies of the Immortal Martial Alliance.
Fate was unpredictable. Who could have imagined all this?
Several months later,
Yang Ruifeng accompanied Yang Zhao to Qingjiang County to revisit old places.
Then they went to the Jianyi family.
Looking at Yang Ronghua, who was still young, he held her hand, smiling as tears crossed his face. "Good, good."
Jianyi Mingwei and Yang Ronghua accompanied him for half a day.
Afterward, he returned to the commandery city and passed away seven days later.
Jianyi Mingwei, Yang Ronghua, Bai Jing, Jianyi Dezhao, Jianyi Dejing, and several other core figures of the Jianyi family went to offer condolences. The other vassal families naturally all attended as well.
The entire Moon Lake Commandery’s Qi Refining Martial Dao aristocratic families and immortal cultivation aristocratic families all came to send Yang Zhao off.
Only because he had once been someone Wentian called brother.
Only because almost all of the Jianyi family’s eldest branch line carried the Yang family’s bloodline.
Only because the current Jianyi Family Head had to call the Yang Family Head cousin-uncle.
At this moment, Wentian was still cultivating in seclusion in the Forest of the Azure Sea, completely unaware that another old friend from the past had passed away.
On the way back from the commandery city,
Yang Ronghua’s eyes were still slightly red as she leaned against Jianyi Mingwei’s shoulder.
"Husband, Mother is gone, Elder Brother is gone, and now Father is gone too." As Yang Ronghua spoke, she choked up again.
Jianyi Mingwei gently stroked her hair with his large hand and said softly, "Wife, I will always stay by your side."
Yang Ronghua shook her head and said, "Husband, Zhao’er and all of you are immortal cultivators. I hope you can all live on forever, like true immortals, with eternal life.
"As for me, in this life, I have accompanied Husband for a hundred years and even stolen another sixty years. That is already enough.
"If one day my end arrives,
"Let Hua’er quietly lie in Brother Stone’s arms. Is that all right?"
Jianyi Mingwei slowly closed his eyes and nodded heavily. "All right. I promise you."
In the blink of an eye,
Three years hurriedly passed.
The Forest of the Azure Sea, Tree King’s territory.
In a cave dwelling on a certain cliff, a youth suddenly raised his head and let out a long cry. Spiritual power around him shook and formed wave-like ripples, causing the accumulated dust on the cave walls to fall with rustling sounds.
The withered moss between the cracks in the stone was actually brushed by this wave of qi until it revived with faint green.
The youth was precisely Wentian.
His hair at his temples was messy like wild grass, and his cloth robe was stained with dust from three years ago. Only his eyes suddenly opened during the long cry, seeming as though cold stars shot out.
Wentian had obtained the Ancient Locust Tree King’s permission and opened a cave dwelling on a nearby cliff. Then he ignored worldly affairs and cultivated with a calm mind.
Now, after three years, he had finally broken through to Foundation Establishment completion.
The cry pierced out of the cave, startling the green sparrows beneath the cliff into scattering. In the distance, the enormous branches of the Ancient Locust Tree King, which required over ten people to wrap around, trembled slightly.
Leaves rustled, as if responding to this spiritual power tide.
Green shadow flashed.
A figure walked out from the tree trunk and stood on a branch, gazing toward the cliff.
"From the ninth level of Foundation Establishment to Foundation Establishment completion in three years is not slow, but for Wentian himself, he should have gained something else as well."
The pills Wentian took were all high-grade Harmony Qi Pills. This place was also filled with dense wood-element spiritual energy, and the cultivation art he practiced was extremely profound.
Logically speaking, he should only have needed one or two years to reach Foundation Establishment completion.
Inside the cave dwelling,
The stone floor beneath Wentian’s feet cracked inch by inch. The spiritual power moving around his body gradually changed from its initial disorderly, murky yellow to clear as glass. Following the trajectory of his raised hand forming seals, it condensed into a green spiritual ring before him.
The spiritual ring rotated. Its greenery gradually turned withered yellow, revealing a sense of decay.
But a moment later, it again turned lush green, filled with vitality.
With a flick of his sleeve, the spiritual ring turned into dots of light and scattered in the air.
Suddenly, golden light spread out from between his brows.
Wentian immediately sat cross-legged and looked inward to inspect himself.
He suddenly felt that his divine sense faintly showed signs of breaking through to the Golden Core level, but still lacked a thread of opportunity.
Within his dantian, there was a spiritual lake. The lake was all gathered from magic power.
For immortal cultivators, at the Qi Refining level, magic power was gaseous. At Foundation Establishment, magic power was liquid. Starting at Golden Core, magic power became solid.
A single strand of magic power would possess endless might.
Aside from cultivation, Wentian had also been comprehending the Dao of withering and flourishing in this place.
The spiritual ring from before was precisely a spell he had developed, which he named the Withering-Flourishing Ring.
Withering and flourishing, cycling endlessly.
He raised a finger. At his fingertip condensed a drop of vitality spiritual liquid, and with a flick, he shot it onto the seedling in the ink-colored pot not far away.
The seedling swiftly absorbed it, then shook its tender leaves.
Wentian held the potted plant, put away the formation flags, and leapt up, flying toward the Ancient Locust Tree King.
He landed steadily on a nearby blue stone and cupped his fists toward the Ancient Locust Tree King. "Senior, this junior has broken through to Foundation Establishment completion and plans to bid farewell and leave."
The treant avatar glanced at the seedling in the potted plant and nodded slightly. "Its spirituality has grown quite a bit. You have indeed taken good care of it. But remember, our agreement was that you would help it awaken intelligence and become a demon."
"This junior understands. I will definitely do my utmost."
Afterward, Wentian bid farewell and left.
Before long, he saw Moyue flying toward him. Wentian landed on his back and asked calmly, "Is Jianyi Bai cultivating at Cloud-Gold Mountain Range?"
"He is. There is also Ren Xiaoyao, Jianyi Mingxian, Jianyi Mingwei, and Jianyi Mingshu. They all mainly cultivate metal-attribute arts, so cultivating there is beneficial to them.