Cultivating To Immortality

Tonight was the last day in Linghua Valley, and most of the preparations were already done.

Gu Qingqing and Sheng Yun, the two girls, agreed to go to town to buy some flower tea and pastries to bring back to the Sect.

They had already bought some with Yan Xun during the Flower Festival, intending to bring them back to Granny Qin.

Song Yan sat in the courtyard, enjoying the tranquility.

He loved this small courtyard too much.

"Although the Immortal Cave in the Sect has abundant Spiritual Qi, after living there for a long time, don’t you always feel a bit stifled?"

Xiao He sat on the ground, doing something unknown, and when she heard Song Yan talking to her, she nodded blankly.

She had lived in a mountain cave since she was little, so it didn’t seem to make much difference.

"I heard that once you enter the Inner Sect in the future, the Immortal Cave will come with a small courtyard."

How envious.

"Ring..."

A communication talisman rang outside the door.

Song Yan walked out of the courtyard.

Unexpectedly, the visitor was Liang Feng.

"Daoist Song, I apologize for the disturbance."

It was somewhat unexpected.

He had thought this person would be closely guarded.

But soon, he realized the reason.

It was a sense of numbness that, while still possessing vitality, exuded a faint aura of death.

Liang Feng’s Cultivation at this moment had fallen from Qi Refining Stage 10 to Qi Refining Stage 6.

Moreover, his spiritual power was unstable, and even the Qi Refining Stage 6 level was somewhat shaky.

His hair had whitened slightly.

Although he still looked slightly smiling on the surface, the despondent feeling of powerlessness was probably evident even to Mortals.

"Brother Liang."

Strictly speaking, the two were not very familiar.

However, after a brief thought, he still welcomed him in.

He poured a cup of flower tea.

To Liang Feng’s surprise, Song Yan spoke first.

"Brother Liang, I’ve heard about your situation. What are your plans for the future?"

The person in front of him had always given Liang Feng a very special feeling.

At first, he just felt that this person was very perceptive, seemingly able to see his abnormality.

Then, when entering the valley forest, he produced another lotus seed, shattering his and the yellow-robed man’s schemes.

Now, facing him, a sinner who betrayed Linghua Valley and was involved with Demonic Cultivators, it was as if nothing had happened... Perhaps this was the reason why he still held onto a last shred of hope to see him before leaving this valley where he had lived for decades.

"What plans could I possibly have?"

Liang Feng gave a bitter smile, seemingly desolate, but instead, it contained a hint of relief compared to his expression when he first entered the small courtyard.

"Actually, I had long thought this day would come..."

"To be honest, beyond Bei Ya Mountain, I had already found a secluded place." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"A place of natural beauty, rarely visited by people."

"I originally thought..."

Liang Feng suddenly shook his head, not finishing his sentence.

"I didn’t expect that I would still be able to live."

Song Yan merely drank his tea, listening.

"This is also good. My wife and I both love flowers. In that secluded valley, we can plant some flowers and plants, and I can take care of her for the rest of my life."

"Now that my Cultivation has dissipated, I have no hope of Foundation Establishment in this life."

"And being expelled from Linghua Valley, it spares me from running around everywhere, so I will have more time to be by her side."

Song Yan nodded.

Liang Feng had walked through the gates of life and death several times this time.

It was not surprising that he had become detached from the world.

"..."

After Liang Feng finished speaking, he remained silent, and the two drank flower tea.

The atmosphere in the courtyard fell into silence for a while.

After another moment, Liang Feng put down his teacup.

His gaze was still filled with despair, but it seemed to subtly carry something else.

He looked at Song Yan: "Daoist Song, that moon-bearing lotus seed..."

"It’s fake."

Song Yan blurted out.

The glimmer of hope that had gradually appeared in Liang Feng’s eyes suddenly extinguished.

"..."

Yes, how could it be?

After so many years of research, how could he still be dreaming like this?

Not only was it meaningless, but it also disturbed the other person’s peace.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, about to get up and leave.

But then he saw a flash of spiritual light on Song Yan’s fingertip, and a sound-insulating array slowly spread out.

"Brother Liang..."

Song Yan suddenly spoke.

Liang Feng’s eyes widened slightly, and he felt an incredible hope re-root and sprout in his heart.

"But what if that was real..."

"What would you do?"

Song Yan looked into his eyes: "You can only answer once."

Liang Feng was silent for a few breaths. He felt his heart suddenly regain its vitality, beating rapidly, and his gaze became clear.

"Although it might take a long time, I am confident I can make it grow more and more!"

Song Yan frowned: "How is that possible? A single ancient lotus can only produce one lotus seed, can’t it?"

Liang Feng shook his head: "In the Hundred Flowers Compendium, the descriptions of various spirit flowers are based on existing conditions and rumors."

"Cultivating an ancient lotus from a withered seed can theoretically bloom and produce lotus seeds."

"But due to Innate deficiencies, even theoretically, it can only produce one lotus seed."

"However, if the moon-bearing lotus seed itself is used as the spirit seed, then it’s completely different..."

Song Yan found it a bit strange and temporarily interrupted him: "If you truly have such ability, why didn’t Linghua Valley let you Cultivate other lotus seeds from that mature spirit seed?"

As soon as he asked this question, he himself already realized the answer.

Liang Feng gave a bitter smile.

A valley of Cultivators, a valley of spirit flowers and plants... Even if they knew that the "spirit pearl" was a moon-bearing lotus seed, how could they be willing to take such a huge risk to let him attempt such a thing... "Time limit?"

Liang Feng answered without hesitation: "Three years! The moon-bearing ancient lotus doesn’t require much Spiritual Qi; as long as there’s enough vitality, it grows and matures very quickly."

Compared to many precious spirit plants and items, this speed was indeed very fast.

"One last question."

Song Yan looked at him: "How will you make me believe you?"

Unable to conceal his excitement and anticipation, Liang Feng took out a jade bottle containing small insects from a small pouch.

They were a pair of light yellow small insects, one slightly larger and one slightly smaller. The larger one protected the smaller one in front of it, curled up and embracing it.

His heart was startled.

Mother-Child Heart-Connecting Worms.

Liang Feng, without hesitation, used spiritual power to draw out the small insect, and then handed him the bottle containing the mother worm.

Song Yan couldn’t help but be surprised: "You prepared this in advance?"

"Of course."

Liang Feng laughed freely: "This is probably the only chance I’ll have in this life."

Song Yan nodded upon hearing this.

The moonlight in his palm was no longer concealed.

Liang Feng swallowed the small insect into his abdomen, without hesitation... The next day, Lu Ziye led three Outer Sect Disciples to bid farewell to the Sheyang Sect members.

"Senior Cong, thank you for your care this time."

Cong Yuzhen shook her head: "I originally invited you all to come and enjoy the flowers and have fun. I didn’t expect so many things to happen. I can’t accept your thanks."

After spending this time together, everyone was already quite familiar with Senior Cong Yuzhen.

Although her emotions were calm, for some reason, she loved to joke.

"Brother Ye Sheng, come and visit Sheyang Sect if you have a chance!"

"Definitely!"

Song Yan said with a chuckle: "Cultivate well. When the time comes, we two siblings can spar at Dragon Pool Mountain."

"As far as I know, Outer Sect Disciples of the Six Major Sects cannot participate in the Nine Pulses Grand Competition at Dragon Pool Mountain, can they?"

Ever since the change at Wanghu Lake at night, Cheng Yu had rarely appeared in everyone’s sight. Today, he finally showed up.

Unfortunately, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was insufferable.

Having not seen him for several days, he thought Sheng Nian had found an opportunity to kill him... A Nian is really... so slow.

"Daoist Song should still Cultivate diligently and advance to the Late Stage of Qi Refining within three to five years..."

"Cheng Yu..."

Unexpectedly, Cong Yuzhen actually spoke: "How are you better than him?"

Cheng Yu was caught off guard and couldn’t speak: "Disciple..."

"If not for your parents’ protection, would you be able to enter the Inner Sect now?"

"Disciple... Disciple knows his mistake."

Cheng Yu’s face flushed red. He hadn’t expected his own Senior to scold him.

Cong Yuzhen looked at Song Yan: "Don’t take it to heart."

"It’s fine."

He also hadn’t expected that this Senior from the opposing Sect would speak up for him.

Cong Yuzhen and Lu Ziye exchanged a few more polite words.

Then both parties set off on their respective spirit boats.

"Let’s go."

"Back to the Sect."