Family Rise: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 538 Seizing Power, Granting a Seed, and Obtaining Treasure
“Master,” a young disciple stepped forward; it was Qi Feng, his personal disciple, “Although the miasma in the north has dissipated, it is said that poisonous insects still roam. Should we bring more poison-repelling pills?”

Fu Yongyi's lips curled into a slight smile: "That's thoughtful. However," he patted the jade pendant at his waist, "there's Ling'er's specially made insect-repelling incense, so it's fine."

As dawn broke, the three teams set off simultaneously. Fu Yongyi led five disciples northward, with Qi Feng following closely behind, occasionally using a compass to record the direction of the earth's veins.

"Master, the rock formation here..." Qi Feng suddenly crouched down, picking up a piece of gravel that gleamed with a bluish light, "looks like it's been subjected to a violent spiritual energy impact."

Fu Yongyi closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his pupils had turned a pale gold color, with faint runes flowing within them—his "Mysterious Golden Eyes" were operating at full power. His gaze pierced through layers of rock walls, and he saw a faint blue light flickering deep underground.

“Interesting.” He gently stroked the mountain wall, a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy emanating from his fingertips. “Continue forward.”

At noon, the group rested in a canyon. Qi Feng took out a water pouch and handed it to Fu Yongyi: "Master, I just used the 'Vibration Pulse Technique' to investigate and found that the echoes in this canyon are abnormal, possibly..."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently!
"Watch out!" Fu Yongyi grabbed Qi Feng by the collar and pulled him back quickly. A crack more than ten feet wide had appeared where Qi Feng had just stood, from which a faint chill could be seen seeping out.

"It's a change in the earth's veins!" a disciple exclaimed.

Fu Yongyi's gaze sharpened—a familiar blue light flickered deep within the crack. Without hesitation, he took out a black iron array flag, bit his fingertip, and drew a blood talisman on the flag.

"town!"

The array flag was inserted into the edge of the crack, and instantly a brilliant golden light shone forth. The trembling ground gradually stabilized, while the crack continued to widen, eventually revealing a layer of crystal-clear ore beneath—a deep blue color with snowflake-like patterns inside, refracting a dreamlike halo in the sunlight.

"A fourth-tier 'Frosty Marrow Ore'!" The disciples were overjoyed.

Fu Yongyi's expression, however, was grave. He gestured for everyone to step back, then bent down to examine the mine more closely. Deep within the vein, faint dark red lines intertwined, extending like blood vessels into the earth's depths. Even more strangely, those red lines seemed to be slowly writhing.
"Master?" Qi Feng stepped forward in confusion.

"Don't come any closer!" Fu Yongyi shouted sharply, but it was too late—Qi Feng's foot had just stepped into the three-zhang range of the mine when the red patterns suddenly erupted, turning into a line of blood that shot towards him!

A golden light flew out from Fu Yongyi's sleeve—his natal magic weapon, the "Jade-Severing Ruler." The bloodline collided with the golden ruler, producing a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound, and even corroding the ruler, sending wisps of white smoke into the air!
"Bloodlust aura?!" Fu Yongyi's expression changed drastically. He pulled the stunned Qi Feng back to his feet. "Everyone, retreat to the city immediately! Zhou Wu, send a message to Yao Yao!"

He took one last look at the vein; the red patterns had disappeared back into the ore, but the bizarre scene he had just witnessed was no illusion. This vein was probably connected to something extraordinary.

...

...

Luo Family, Qingxia Peak.

The dim candlelight flickered in the council hall, illuminating Luo Haitang's slightly weary face. She held the unconscious Fu Yongxuan in her arms, her fingertips gently tracing Fu Yongxuan's pale cheeks, her eyes filled with heartache.

"Patriarch, we can't delay any longer." Luo Haitang looked up at the Luo family patriarch, who sat in the main seat, her voice firm. "Yongxuan's injuries are extremely severe. If he isn't treated quickly, his golden core may even dissipate."

Inside the hall, the other four Golden Core elders of the Luo family sat on either side, each with a different expression.

"Haitang, are you confused?" The Second Elder sneered, his gaze sweeping over Fu Yongxuan, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Fu Yongxuan used my Luo family's 'Azure Dew' to form her Core, but in all these years, has she ever made the slightest contribution to the Luo family? Now she's injured, for the Fu family, not my Luo family!"

“Indeed.” The Third Elder stroked his beard and said calmly, “Besides, his injuries are so severe that even his divine consciousness is nearly destroyed. Even if we used the Luo family’s ‘Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Wood,’ we might not be able to save him. Why waste it?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Haitang's eyes flashed with anger, but she quickly suppressed it and said in a deep voice, "Elders, although Yongxuan is not of the Luo family bloodline, she is still my adopted daughter. If the Luo family abandons her to her fate today, how can she not harbor resentment if she recovers in the future?"

"Hmph!" The Third Elder sneered, "Healed? Even the Fu family was helpless with her injuries. Sending her back to the Luo family is just an attempt to make us a sucker!"

Luo Haitang took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on the Luo Clan Chief: "Clan Chief, the rise of the Fu family is unstoppable. Fu Changsheng is a First-Grade Golden Core cultivator, and he may even attempt to reach the Nascent Soul stage in the future. If the Luo family abandons Yongxuan today, how will the Fu family view us in the future?"

She paused, then added, "Moreover, if the Luo family wants to advance to a fifth-grade family, it needs to gather ten Golden Core cultivators. Although Yongxuan is not of the Luo family bloodline, he is still a Golden Core cultivator. If we can save him, he will be a great help to our Luo family!"

A brief silence fell over the hall upon hearing this.

Advancing to the fifth rank of a noble family has been the Luo family's long-cherished wish. However, the Luo family currently only has six Golden Core cultivators, which is half short of the required ten. If they could win over Fu Yongxuan, they could indeed fill one of the spots.

However, the Second Elder still sneered, "Even if she survives, she might not genuinely serve the Luo family. Moreover, her soul is on the verge of collapse. Even if she is saved, her cultivation will likely plummet, perhaps even falling below the Golden Core realm! What use is such a useless person?"

“Indeed.” The Third Elder nodded in agreement. “How precious is the ‘Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Wood’? Our Luo family can only obtain a piece once every thousand years. How can we waste it on an outsider?”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Luo Haitang's eyes. She slowly stood up and looked around at everyone: "So, what you all mean is... to give up on Yongxuan?"

"It's not about giving up, it's about weighing the pros and cons," the Second Elder said calmly. "Haitang, I know you feel sorry for her, but the family's interests come first."

Luo Haitang was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Fine, very well."

She picked up Fu Yongxuan and turned to walk out.

"Haitang! Where are you going?" Luo Tianyue frowned.

"Since the Luo family is unwilling to save me, then I will find another way!" Luo Haitang said without turning her head, her voice icy. "But if the Fu family asks in the future, I will tell them the truth—how the Luo family treated Yongxuan!"

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed slightly.

If the Fu family were to find out that the Luo family refused to come to their aid, given the personalities of Fu Changsheng and his wife, the relationship between the two families would likely...

Chief Luo's eyes flickered, and finally he sighed, "So be it!"

He raised his hand and waved, and a jade box flew out from his sleeve and landed in front of Luo Haitang.

"Take the Nine-Turn Resurrection Wood," Luo Tianyue said in a deep voice, "but remember, this is the last time."

Luo Haitang accepted the jade box, her fingertips trembling slightly. She gave the Luo clan leader a deep look and whispered, "Thank you, clan head."

After that, she said no more and quickly left with Fu Yongxuan in her arms.

Inside the hall, Luo Tianxiong sneered, "Patriarch, you've spoiled her too much!"

Luo Tianyue's gaze was deep as he slowly said, "The Fu family... is indeed someone we cannot afford to offend."

Everyone was silent.

Yes, the Fu family today is no longer the small family that needed to rely on the Luo family.

……

Inside the quiet room on Qingxia Peak.

Luo Haitang sat cross-legged, with a piece of emerald green "Nine-Turn Resurrection Wood" floating in her palm. The wood emitted a soft light, and wisps of life force flowed slowly into Fu Yongxuan's body along with her true essence.

Months passed.

Fu Yongxuan remained asleep.

Although the Soul-Suppressing Seal between the girl's eyebrows had been stabilized, her soul was as if locked in the deep sea, and no matter how she called out, she could not be awakened.

"How could this be?" Luo Haitang's fingertips trembled slightly, and a trace of weariness and confusion flashed in her eyes.

Logically speaking, the "Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Wood" should be enough to repair the damage to the soul of a Golden Core cultivator, but Fu Yongxuan's situation was extremely special - her soul did not dissipate, but instead seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of force and unable to return to her physical body.

Just as she was about to explore further, she heard footsteps outside the door.

"Haitang, how is she?" Clan Chief Luo pushed open the door and entered, followed by several Golden Core elders. All eyes fell on Fu Yongxuan on the couch.

Luo Haitang withdrew her true energy and slowly stood up: "Yongxuan's soul has stabilized, but he has not yet awakened."

"Hmph!" the Second Elder sneered, "What a waste of effort!"

The Third Elder shook his head and sighed, "I've said it before, injuries to the soul are the hardest to heal, especially since she was so severely injured. It's already a miracle that her golden core hasn't dissipated."

Clan Chief Luo frowned, his gaze lingering on Fu Yongxuan for a moment before he finally sighed, "So be it. Since we can't save him, we can only leave it to fate."

Luo Haitang's heart sank.

She knew that Chief Luo's words were practically tantamount to abandoning Fu Yongxuan.
-
Inside the council hall, candlelight flickered.

"Patriarch, this time we spent a section of 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Wood' to treat Fu Yongxuan, but it was to no avail. How should we explain this to the clan?" The Second Elder was the first to raise the issue.

“Yes, this piece of wood only grows once every thousand years. It was originally one of the treasures of our Luo family, but now it’s being wasted on an outsider!” the Third Elder chimed in.

Clan Chief Luo remained silent, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Luo Haitang.

"Haitang, what do you have to say?"

Luo Haitang sat upright at the table, her expression calm, but her fingertips tightened slightly.

She was once the most powerful elder in the Luo family, whose word could decide major clan affairs. But now, with the increase in Golden Core cultivators in the Luo family, the Luo patriarch, in order to counterbalance her power, secretly won over the Second Elder, Third Elder, and others, gradually marginalizing her.

"Regarding Yongxuan, it was my misjudgment," she said slowly, her voice steady. "But the 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Wood' wasn't wasted; at least it preserved her golden core, and there might still be a chance for a turnaround in the future."

"A turning point?" The Second Elder scoffed. "What value could an unconscious Golden Core cultivator possibly have?"

Luo Haitang's eyes turned cold: "Second Elder, are you saying that my Luo family should stand by and watch us die?"

"Enough." Clan Chief Luo raised his hand to stop them, his tone brooking no argument. "This matter ends here."

He surveyed the crowd and said calmly, "From this day forward, the allocation of clan resources must be decided by the Elders' Council; no one may make decisions on their own."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the hall varied.

The Second Elder, Third Elder, and others showed joy on their faces, while Luo Haitang's gaze darkened slightly.

She knew that this rule was specifically targeting her.
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Outside Qingxia Peak, a sea of ​​clouds surges.

A sword light pierced through the air, its sharp sword energy tearing through the clouds, startling the Luo family's protective mountain formation into automatically activating, and causing the bells on Qingxia Peak to ring loudly.

"The head of the Fu family—Fu Changsheng—has arrived!"

The Luo family disciples spread the news, and all the elders came out to greet them.

Fu Changsheng, with his early Golden Core cultivation, managed to defeat the fake Nascent Soul True Man Tianyang. Regardless of the methods he used, this was an existence defying the heavens.

The Luo family members naturally dared not be negligent.

Clan Chief Luo stood personally before the mountain gate, a smile on his face, and greeted him with clasped hands: "Patriarch Fu, you have come from afar; I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner!"

Fu Changsheng, dressed in a long black robe, had a stern expression, with a hint of weariness between his brows. He nodded slightly: "Clan Chief Luo, you are too kind."

The Second Elder stepped forward, feigning pain: "Patriarch Fu, several months ago, my Luo family used our treasured 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Wood,' which we've kept for a thousand years, but unfortunately, it failed to heal Yongxuan's soul!"

Nine-turn Rejuvenating Wood is quite valuable.

The Luo family took the initiative to offer this, naturally hoping that Fu Changsheng would remember this favor.

Fu Changsheng's gaze swept over the crowd, understanding their meaning: "I will forever remember the Luo family's kindness."

Seeing this, Clan Chief Luo smiled with satisfaction and then asked, "Patriarch Fu, have you come here because of Miss Yongxuan's injuries?"

“Yes.” Fu Changsheng nodded.

The Luo family members exchanged glances, secretly delighted—Fu Changsheng's personal visit showed that the Fu family still valued Fu Yongxuan, so the Luo family's efforts to save him were not in vain!
"Yongxuan is with Haitang. Patriarch Fu, this way please."

Chief Luo personally led the way.

The number of Golden Core cultivators in the Fu family has now begun to catch up with that of the Luo family.

If not.

Chief Luo would never be so enthusiastic.

Of course, most importantly, not long ago, Fu Changsheng, with his early Golden Core cultivation, defeated the fake Nascent Soul True Man Tianyang, which shows that Fu Changsheng is very powerful.
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Inside the quiet room, the candlelight flickered dimly.

Fu Changsheng stood before the bed, gazing at the unconscious Fu Yongxuan. The girl's face was as pale as paper, with only a faint glow emanating from the Soul-Suppressing Seal between her brows, proving that her soul had not completely dissipated.

After Chief Luo left, only Fu Changsheng and the other two remained in the room.

"You took her to the Xuanwu Dead Zone?" Luo Haitang finally couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling slightly. "You knew it was extremely dangerous there, why did you still let her risk her life?"

Fu Changsheng was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It was my oversight."

"Inconsiderate?" Luo Haitang's breath hitched, his anger intensifying. "You, as her father, just stood by and watched her succumb to her injuries and near death?"

“It’s my fault,” Fu Changsheng suddenly said.

This apology made Luo Haitang's anger suddenly subside.

at this point.

No amount of complaining will change anything.

"Did you come here this time with a way to cure Yongxuan?"

"Hmm." Fu Changsheng took out a jade box from his sleeve. The box was covered with ancient runes. As soon as it appeared, the spiritual energy in the room condensed.

Luo Haitang's pupils contracted sharply: "This is..."

"Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill." Fu Changsheng opened the jade box, and a pill the size of a longan lay quietly inside. The pill's patterns flowed like living things, radiating a breathtaking vitality.

"You actually managed to refine this pill?!" Luo Haitang exclaimed in shock. "This pill requires the gathering of nine thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and it must be tempered with Nascent Soul True Fire for eighty-one days. How did you obtain this divine medicine?"

"How we got them isn't important. What we need to do is help Yongxuan get better, right?" Fu Changsheng didn't want to reveal too much, since many of the items were obtained from the system.

Luo Haitang didn't press further: "There's no time to lose, let's have Yongxuan take the divine pill now."
-
The two sat facing each other. Fu Changsheng held the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill in his palm. As his true essence surged, the pill slowly floated up, turning into a wisp of golden light that entered Fu Yongxuan's brow.

Luo Haitang formed a hand seal, her fingertips touching Fu Yongxuan's dantian, guiding the medicinal power through his meridians. She could feel the immense vitality contained within the pill washing over Fu Yongxuan's withered meridians like a tidal wave, rapidly healing any damage it passed through.

"Her soul is being corrupted by the resentment of the dead realm, trapped deep within her sea of ​​consciousness," Fu Changsheng said in a deep voice. "We need to use spiritual resonance to guide her back."

Luo Haitang understood, closed her eyes and concentrated, sending a wisp of her divine sense into Fu Yongxuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

—It was a chaotic darkness.

Countless resentful spirits, like venomous snakes, coiled around Fu Yongxuan's soul, dragging her towards the abyss. Luo Haitang's consciousness transformed into a streak of azure light, traversing the darkness, and finally spotted the girl's soul huddled in a corner.

“Yongxuan!” she called out.

Fu Yongxuan's soul stirred slightly, but he was unable to break free from the shackles of resentment.

Just then, a sharp sword intent pierced the darkness—it was Fu Changsheng's divine sense! The sword intent was like a blazing sun, and wherever it passed, resentment vanished into thin air.

"Wake up!" Fu Changsheng's voice boomed like thunder.

Fu Yongxuan's soul trembled violently, and he finally opened his eyes.
-
Outside the quiet room, the Luo family members waited anxiously.

"There's still no movement after all this time, I'm afraid..." The Second Elder shook his head and sighed.

The Third Elder sneered, "No matter how powerful Fu Changsheng is, can he bring the dead back to life?"

Sudden--

"boom!"

The door to the quiet room was blasted open by an invisible force, and Fu Changsheng walked out slowly, followed by Fu Yongxuan, whose face was rosy, while Luo Haitang supported her, her eyes full of joy.

"How is this possible?!" The Second Elder was dumbfounded.

The Third Elder's face turned deathly pale: "She...she's really awake?"

A glint flashed in Clan Chief Luo's eyes, and he quickly stepped forward: "Congratulations, Patriarch Fu! Yongxuan's recovery is truly a cause for celebration!"

Fu Changsheng also breathed a sigh of relief: "Congratulations to you too!"

at the same time.

A familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
"Ding"

"You have successfully saved a Golden Core clansman from danger, and have gained 5,000 clan contribution points."

……

After the Luo family members left.

Inside the quiet room, only Fu Changsheng and his daughter remained.

Fu Yongxuan leaned back on the soft couch, her face still somewhat pale, but her eyes had regained their sparkle. She looked at her father sitting beside the bed, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Father, I'm sorry to have troubled you again."

Fu Changsheng raised his hand and gently ruffled her hair, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Silly girl, if I hadn't made you come with me to the Xuanwu Death Domain, you wouldn't have suffered this calamity."

Fu Yongxuan stuck out his tongue and laughed, "I'm fine, aren't I?"

Fu Changsheng, however, said with lingering fear, "If the Luo family hadn't used the 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Wood' to stabilize your soul, and if it weren't for the 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill' I brought, you'd still be teetering on the brink of death."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yongxuan's expression darkened slightly: "Father, the Luo family... are they really willing to save me?"

Fu Changsheng's gaze was deep: "Luo Haitang insisted on saving you, while the others... were merely weighing the pros and cons."

Fu Yongxuan was silent for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I didn't expect them to treat me sincerely. Having my godmother and father is enough."

Fu Changsheng looked at her and suddenly said, "Yongxuan, there's a copy of the 'Mysterious Water Manual' in the Luo family's scripture pavilion. Go and fetch it."

Fu Yongxuan was taken aback: "The Mysterious Water Technique? Isn't that just an ordinary water-based cultivation method? The Luo family's library has plenty of those. What does Father need it for?"

Fu Changsheng's lips curled slightly: "Just bring it, I have my own plans."
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The Luo Family Sutra Repository is located on the back mountain of Qingxia Peak and is guarded by two Purple Mansions.

Fu Yongxuan stepped into the pavilion, her gaze sweeping over the rows of bookshelves. Although she was Luo Haitang's adopted daughter, she was not of Luo family blood and rarely came here. "The Mysterious Water Technique..." she murmured, her fingertips tracing the spines of the books, finally finding a yellowed classic in a corner.

"Huh?" Fu Yongxuan turned the page, his brow furrowing slightly. "This cultivation technique is utterly unremarkable. What does Father want it for?"

Although she was puzzled, she put the book into her sleeve and was about to turn and leave when a soft cough came from behind her.

"Yongxuan, you've just recovered from a serious illness, what brings you to the Scripture Pavilion?" The Third Elder appeared by the pillar at some point, his eyes scrutinizing.

Fu Yongxuan turned around with a smile, waving the tattered scroll in his hand: "Greetings, Third Elder. My adoptive mother said my water spirit root is unstable and told me to find a basic cultivation technique to regulate my breathing."

The Third Elder glanced at the tattered book and scoffed, "Is this junk even worth your trip? Just tell the servants."

Fu Yongxuan smiled slightly, bowed, and left.

The Third Elder stared at her retreating figure thoughtfully.

……

In the quiet room, Fu Changsheng took the tattered scroll, and strange ripples suddenly appeared at his fingertips. He then formed seven hand seals with his fingers, like butterflies flitting among flowers, before finally placing his finger on a blank page—

With a whoosh, the tattered scroll suddenly moved without wind, and a golden silk scroll, as thin as a cicada's wing, floated out from its inner layer. The words on the silk floated like swimming fish!
Fu Yongxuan's eyes widened: "Father, what are you doing...?"

"Watch closely," Fu Changsheng said in a low voice.

As the spiritual light flowed, the words on the pages began to float like ripples on water. The original, ordinary cultivation techniques gradually dissipated, replaced by a completely new mental cultivation method—

"The True Solution to Mysterious Water"

"This is... a Heavenly Rank cultivation technique that can be cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage!" Fu Yongxuan was shocked.

Fu Changsheng smiled slightly: "The Luo family ancestor obtained this secret technique by chance and hid it within an ordinary cultivation method. It can only be revealed by activating it with a special method."

Fu Yongxuan suddenly realized: "No wonder Father asked me to fetch it!"

Fu Changsheng handed her the book: "This method is most suitable for those with a water-spirit physique. Take it and study it; it will greatly benefit your future breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage."

Fu Yongxuan took the book, his eyes filled with joy, but then he frowned: "Father, if the Luo family finds out we've taken their secret technique, will they...?"

Fu Changsheng smiled calmly: "The Luo family themselves didn't know its own worth, letting a pearl gather dust. Now that it's being put to good use, what's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yongxuan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Father, your temperament is really..."

"What really is it?"

"Protective and domineering!"

Fu Changsheng raised an eyebrow: "What, you're disgusted?"

Fu Yongxuan shook his head, his eyes full of cunning: "No, the more domineering Father is, the better!"

The father and daughter smiled at each other, and the room was warm and cozy under the candlelight.

Just now.

A familiar voice echoed in Fu Changsheng's mind:

"Ding"

"You have acquired a Heaven-Rank cultivation technique for the family, and have gained 10,000 family contribution points."

When Yongxuan woke up, he could say that a knot in his heart had been untied.

The next step is to gather the main ingredients for the [Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Pill]: Soul Nourishing Flower, Three Lives Grass, and Nine Netherworld Orchid. Currently, he only lacks the Three Lives Grass. Once he has all the materials, he can start refining the pill.

Then
Ningning and Molan will also recover.

Moreover, Mo Lan was already at the Pseudo-Core stage. Once her soul injury healed, she could begin to break through to the Golden Core stage, adding another Golden Core member to the clan and bringing them one step closer to becoming a fifth-grade aristocratic family.

After eating the Luo family's banquet.

Fu Changsheng then took his leave, as he had another important matter to attend to in the Eastern Wilderness.

...

...

Tianlang Mountain, main hall.

Fu Yongqi, dressed in a blue robe, stood in the hall, holding a jade scroll, reporting the recent situation to Fu Changsheng.

"Patriarch, the spiritual ore production of Tianlang Mountain has been stable in recent years, yielding 3,000 catties of second-tier 'Crimson Flame Crystals' and 800 catties of third-tier 'Mysterious Iron Ore' annually. As you requested, 70% has been sent to the Fu family, and 30% has been kept for the disciples' cultivation within the mountain."

Fu Changsheng nodded slightly: "How are things going with the Eastern Wilderness tribes?"

Fu Yongqi remained calm and continued:
"The Eastern Tribes have been relatively peaceful for the past few decades, but recently, the young chieftain of the Yunlong Tribe, which borders the Tianyin Tribe, has broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm. Coupled with the death of True Person Tianyang, the Yunlong Tribe seems to intend to attack the Tianyin Tribe. I have already sent people to keep a close watch, and any unusual activity will be reported immediately."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Fu Changsheng's eyes: "I trust you to handle things."

Fu Yongqi smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant: "The patriarch trusts me, and Yongqi will naturally do my utmost."

Fu Changsheng gave a few more instructions.

According to the intelligence report.

The Tianyin tribe contains a teleportation array to the South China Sea.

Also.

The Xuanming Soul Jade he needed to cultivate the Great Evolution Technique was available in the secret vault of the Tianyin Tribe. If he could use the Yunlong Tribe to occupy Tianyin Mountain, that would be even better.

before this.

He needs to advance to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm as soon as possible.

"Yongqi, from now on, you will keep a close eye on the Tianyin Tribe and the Yunlong Tribe..."

……

Fu Yongxing, who was standing to the side, listened absentmindedly, glancing out of the hall every now and then. Under normal circumstances, he would have been restless long ago, but because of the matter of Master Tianyang, he had restrained himself a lot. However, he was still young and lacked experience, and was not calm enough.

Fu Changsheng glanced at him and said calmly, "Yongxing, come with me to the back mountain later."

Fu Yongxing's eyes lit up: "Yes, Father!"
-
Behind Tianlang Mountain, clouds and mist swirl, and ancient runes are carved on the mountain walls, with faint fluctuations of formations.

Fu Changsheng raised his hand and formed a hand seal, gathering a wisp of golden light at his fingertips, which he then touched a spot on the stone wall. Instantly, runes lit up, the ground trembled slightly, and a stone door slowly opened, revealing a deep passage.

"Father, where is this place?" Fu Yongxing couldn't help but ask.

"The true essence of Tianlang Mountain lies there," Fu Changsheng said calmly, "only the heads of successive generations of the family are qualified to enter."

Fu Yongxing's heart raced as he followed his father into the passageway.

At the end of the passage was a spacious secret chamber, its walls inlaid with luminous pearls, their soft light illuminating the entire space. In the center of the chamber, several light shields floated, each shrouded in different runes, radiating a powerful restrictive force.

“These are…” Fu Yongxing opened his eyes wide.

"The secrets of Tianlang Mountain," Fu Changsheng said calmly, "have only been opened three times so far."

Fu Yongxing took a few steps closer and found that three of the light shields had dimmed, indicating that the restriction had been broken, while the remaining ones were still glowing and exuding an astonishing aura.

"Today, you will give it a try," Fu Changsheng said to his son. "Choose one and see if you can open it."

Fu Yongxing took a deep breath, a glint of excitement in his eyes: "Yes!"

Fu Yongxing took a deep breath, concentrated his true essence in his palm, and pressed it against the light barrier on the left. The barrier remained unmoved, but the force of the recoil caused him to stagger backward. On his second attempt, he used his divine sense to guide the light barrier, which glowed slightly before quickly fading away.

"The Tao follows nature," Fu Changsheng suddenly spoke, "Forcing things will only lead to loss."

Fu Yongxing seemed to understand something, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and his aura gradually merged with the mountain's momentum. When he raised his hand again, his fingertips carried a wisp of the unique, desolate aura of Tianlang Mountain.

“Click——”

The light shield on the far right cracked open, revealing a black iron box. The moment the box opened, the entire secret chamber trembled violently.

“Click——”

The moment the black iron box slowly opened, a vast and ancient aura suddenly filled the entire secret chamber.

Fu Yongxing held his breath, his eyes fixed on the box—

A completely black bone flute lay quietly inside, its body covered with fine, blood-red runes that seemed to wriggle slightly as if alive. Even more eerie, each end of the flute was inlaid with a ghostly green gem, within which seemed to swirl mist, and a low, mournful sound could be faintly heard.

"This is..." Fu Yongxing subconsciously reached out, but Fu Changsheng grabbed his wrist just as he was about to touch him.

"Don't touch it!" Fu Changsheng's voice was low, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes. "It's the 'Soul-Summoning Flute' of the ancient witch clan."

Fu Yongxing was taken aback: "A treasure of the Witch Clan? How could it be here?"

Fu Changsheng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pointed his fingers like a sword and drew a golden talisman above the bone flute. As the talisman fell, the crimson runes on the surface of the bone flute suddenly lit up, projecting a blurry image into the air—

On the vast snow-covered plains, a shamanic priest clad in animal skins raises a bone flute, behind him a surging tide of beasts. At the edge of the tide, a majestic mountain is shrouded in black mist, and atop its summit, a figure wielding a sword can be vaguely seen.
The scene stopped abruptly.

Fu Yongxing's pupils contracted slightly: "That's... Tianlang Mountain?"

Fu Changsheng withdrew his true essence and said in a deep voice, "According to the records of the Tianlang Tribe, a thousand years ago, the Wu Clan attempted to attack Tianlang Mountain, but were ultimately repelled by the mountain lord using a secret technique. This bone flute is likely a sacred artifact of the Wu Clan that was lost back then."

Fu Yongxing's heart raced: "Father, what is the purpose of this Soul Flute?"

“A true ‘Soul-Summoning Flute’ can communicate with the underworld and summon the souls of the dead to aid in battle. However…” He pointed to a thin crack on the flute, “this flute is damaged, and its power is reduced to less than one-tenth.”

Even so, Fu Yongxing still felt a chill run down his spine. If this object had remained intact, it could have potentially caused a catastrophe!
"Father, what should we do with it?"

Fu Changsheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly took out a crimson jade token, the very token of the Lord of Tianlang Mountain. He brought the jade token close to the bone flute, and immediately, the blood-red runes on the flute struggled violently as if encountering a natural enemy, eventually disappearing completely into the flute, leaving no trace.

"I have temporarily sealed its evil nature with the Mountain Lord's Decree. To activate this item, one must cultivate the Northern Frontier witchcraft techniques. I will bestow this item upon Wu Ling'er, Yongxing. What do you say?"

After all, it was Fu Yongxing who opened this item.

Upon hearing his father's question, Fu Yongxing was taken aback at first, then quickly cupped his hands and said, "Father, it is your decision. This item was originally a secret treasure of Tianlang Mountain. I only opened it by chance, how dare I presume to decide its disposal?"

His tone was sincere, and although his eyes showed curiosity about the "soul-summoning flute," there was not a trace of greed in them.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Fu Changsheng's eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Good."

He flipped his hand and placed the bone flute into a specially made jade box, the surface of which was engraved with talismans to ward off evil spirits and ensure that the evil energy within the flute would not leak out. Then, Fu Changsheng looked at Fu Yongxing, his tone turning serious:
"Yongxing, you will stay at Tianlang Mountain and train under Yongqi."

Fu Yongxing's eyes lit up, but before he could speak, his father continued:
"However, you must not leave the area of ​​Tianlang Mountain without permission."

Fu Yongxing was taken aback: "Father, why is that?"

Fu Changsheng's gaze was profound: "Although your talent is high, your experience is still shallow. The cultivation world is currently rife with undercurrents. Although True Person Tianyang is dead, the forces behind him may not give up. I will only feel at ease if you stay at Tianlang Mountain, with Yongqi and the soon-to-arrive 'Uncle Fei' looking after you."

"Grandpa Fei?" Fu Yongxing exclaimed in surprise, "He's also come to the Eastern Wilderness?"

Fu Changsheng nodded: "He has successfully formed his core and will soon come to oversee Tianlang Mountain. At that time, Uncle Fei will guide your cultivation and solidify your foundation."

Although Fu Yongxing was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't travel, he understood that his father was concerned for his safety, and immediately solemnly replied, "Your son understands, and will certainly not fail your expectations, Father!"
-
After leaving the secret room, Fu Changsheng and Fu Yongqi walked side by side through the quiet mountain path.

“Yongqi,” Fu Changsheng suddenly spoke, “Yongxing is straightforward and easily trusts people, so please keep an eye on him.”

Fu Yongqi smiled slightly, his tone gentle yet firm: "Patriarch, rest assured, Junior Brother Yongxing is exceptionally talented, but lacks experience. I will familiarize him with the affairs of Tianlang Mountain and also make him understand the dangers of the cultivation world."

Fu Changsheng glanced at him, then suddenly smiled and said, "I've always trusted you to get things done."

He paused, then added, "Keep an eye on the Yunlong tribe. If they really attack the Tianyin tribe..."

A glint of light flashed in Fu Yongqi's eyes: "I will send the message immediately and prepare for the rendezvous."

Fu Changsheng nodded in satisfaction and said no more.

He also needs to travel to Anyang County, Huainan Prefecture, Jingzhou, as it is time for the Seed of Destiny to be bestowed upon a suitable candidate.

...

...

Jingzhou, Anyang County.

At the summit of Luofeng Mountain stands Wangyue Academy.

A golden light shone from the teleportation array, and Fu Changsheng's figure slowly appeared. He stood before the mountain gate, gazing at the unfamiliar yet magnificent scene before him, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

It's been over a hundred years.

When they left, Luofeng Mountain was merely a second-tier spiritual vein, with only one spiritual spring well nourishing the entire clan. Now, it has become a fourth-tier spiritual vein, the entire mountain range is shrouded in a misty purple aura, twelve spiritual springs cascade down the mountain streams like silver ribbons, the spiritual fields are terraced like scales, and tens of thousands of acres of spiritual rice ripple with golden waves in the wind.

The simple stone steps of my memory have long been replaced by a white jade walkway. Cultivators come and go on the mountain path, all of them wearing the Fu family's "Mysterious Moon Token" around their waists. Back then, the entire clan had only a hundred or so cultivators, but now there are tens of thousands of disciples cultivating here.

"Patriarch!" The elder guarding the formation bowed deeply upon seeing him, his expression filled with excitement. "You've finally returned!"

Fu Changsheng nodded slightly: "Where is Yongyun?"

"The young master is listening to a lecture at the 'Star Gazing Platform'."

Fu Changsheng said no more, and with a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and sped towards the depths of the academy.
-
On the observatory, dozens of teenagers sat cross-legged, listening to the lecturer teach the "Basic Breathing Techniques".

Fu Changsheng's gaze instantly locked onto the thin figure in the last row—Fu Yongyun.

The fifteen-year-old boy, dressed in the same blue and white academy uniform as the other students, appeared unusually thin. He closed his eyes and concentrated, his fingertips forming hand seals, the spiritual energy flowing around his body extremely slowly, clearly limited by his five spiritual roots, making cultivation difficult.

But Fu Changsheng noticed—

The other students were either drowsy or whispering among themselves, but Fu Yongyun was completely focused, with fine beads of sweat even appearing on his forehead, clearly trying his best to control every wisp of spiritual energy.

What surprised Fu Changsheng even more was that the stubborn determination between the boy's brows was seven-tenths similar to his own when he was young.

"Spiritual energy entering the body must follow the meridians; it cannot be forced." The lecturer was speaking when he suddenly caught sight of a figure at the doorway, and his voice abruptly stopped. "Patriarch... Patriarch?!"

All the students turned around in unison. Fu Yongyun also opened his eyes. The moment he saw Fu Changsheng, his pupils contracted sharply. He then quickly lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of his clothes.

Fu Changsheng slowly stepped forward and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, walked up to Fu Yongyun.

“Yongyun,” he called softly.

The boy's shoulders trembled slightly. He slowly raised his head, his voice a little hoarse: "Father."

Fu Changsheng reached out and ruffled his hair. "Come with me."
-
The ancestral home of the Fu family is located on the back of Luofeng Mountain.

Fu Changsheng led Fu Yongyun to a secluded cave and set up a soundproof barrier.

“Father,” Fu Yongyun said somewhat uneasily, “has my cultivation been too slow, causing you to disappoint me?”

Fu Changsheng shook his head, then suddenly asked, "Why did you choose the 'Basic Breathing Technique'?"

Fu Yongyun was taken aback, then whispered, "The lecturer said that for those with five spiritual roots, they need to stabilize their foundation first before seeking a breakthrough."

"So, do you think it's useful?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up, a stubborn glint in his eyes: "It's no use."

Fu Changsheng raised an eyebrow.

"The Basic Breathing Techniques emphasize balance, but the five elements are inherently mixed in terms of spiritual energy. Forcing balance will only slow down cultivation," Fu Yongyun's voice trailed off. "But I...have no better choice."

Fu Changsheng smiled.

He flipped his hand and took out an object—

A seed the size of a fist floated in the palm of my hand, its dark brown shell covered with mysterious patterns that occasionally shimmered with iridescent light. Most strangely, although the seed was right in front of me, it gave me a sense of unreality, as if it might vanish at any moment.

“This is…” Fu Yongyun’s eyes widened.

"The Seed of Destiny," Fu Changsheng said solemnly, "its origin is unknown, its effects are unknown, but—"

He looked directly into his son's eyes: "It requires a person of strong will, not someone with exceptional talent. This is my gift to you now; will you accept it?"

Fu Yongyun's breathing quickened, and he rose to give Fu Changsheng a deep bow: "Your son thanks you, Father."

"Get up, there's no need for such formality between us, father and son."

With a flick of his sleeve, Fu Changsheng unleashed eighteen array flags, setting up a "Seven Star Restriction" around the cave. The star charts drawn with silver sand on the flags lit up one by one, enveloping the entire cave in a hazy starlight.

"This is no ordinary object." Fu Changsheng drew blood lines in the air with his fingers, and nine ancient runes condensed from his essence blood, hovering around Fu Yongyun's body. "Activate the 'Mysterious Spirit Guarding Heart Technique,' and focus on maintaining oneness."

"He is the father"

(End of this chapter)