Family Rise: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 539 Important Intelligence, Receiving Gifts, Treasure Unveiled
Fu Yongyun was still a little nervous.

A spell was cast into the suspended Seed of Destiny.

The mysterious patterns on the seed shell writhed as if alive, and the seven-colored light projected countless illusions onto the cave walls—there were shattered galaxies, towering ancient trees, and a blurry figure swimming upstream in the river of time.

"Blood!"

With a soft shout from Fu Changsheng, the essence blood from the young man's palm fell onto the surface of the seed.

hum!
Suddenly, a resounding Daoist chant echoed throughout the cave, and cracks appeared on the star-shaped restrictions on the stone walls.

"This Seed of Destiny is so powerful!"

Fu Changsheng's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of his life essence blood. The blood mist transformed into crimson chains in the air, binding the restless seed.

"Concentrate!"

Suddenly, seven cracks appeared on the seed's outer shell, and seven-colored rays of light cascaded down like a waterfall.

"what!"

Fu Yongyun couldn't help but scream out in agony.

Fine droplets of blood seeped from the pores of its body, but upon contact with the rosy light, they transformed into crimson threads, forming a strange bloodline connection with the seed.

The phantom of a giant bronze tree appeared on the ground of the cave at some unknown time, with each leaf shimmering with a different trajectory of destiny.

"Yongyun, hold on!"

Fu Changsheng pressed his sword finger against his son's brow, channeling a wisp of golden pill fire into his body. Wherever the pill fire passed, the chaotic five elements of spiritual energy within the boy's body were forcibly blended into a chaotic flow of energy, which surged along his blood vessels toward the seed.

"ah--!"

Fu Yongyun suddenly let out a painful growl, and twelve blurry halos appeared behind him.

Within the central halo, a sapling's phantom image was frantically devouring the other halos. The star-binding barrier atop the cave finally succumbed to the pressure and shattered, but the shattered starlight was completely absorbed by the sapling.

A sudden change occurred!

The illusory image of the seedling suddenly took root in the void, its roots penetrating the boundary between reality and illusion.

Fate is fickle, but will is eternal.

As the ancient Daoist chant resounded, the illusory image of the seedling suddenly contracted. A turbid pillar of light shot out from Fu Yongyun's crown chakra, within which floated three hundred and sixty incomplete Daoist patterns.

Three of the Dao patterns suddenly lit up, revealing the three ancient divine characters: "Calamity," "Fate," and "Change."

Fu Changsheng abruptly crushed the jade pendant at his waist, and a vortex of powerful spiritual energy suppressed the strange phenomenon. As the light dissipated, a pale golden tree-shaped mark appeared between the boy's brows, while the remaining bronze giant tree phantom on the cave floor slowly faded away.

The light faded, and the seed had merged into Fu Yongyun's body and disappeared.

"How are you feeling?" Fu Changsheng asked.

Fu Yongyun clenched his fist, his eyes filled with disbelief: "It seems... something has taken root inside my body."

“Nurture it well,” Fu Changsheng said in a deep voice. “This thing needs to be nourished with essence and blood, supplemented with special emotional energy—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness can all nourish it.”

He paused, then added, "Remember, this matter must not be discussed with outsiders, including your mother."

Fu Yongyun nodded solemnly: "I understand!"

Looking at his son's youthful yet determined face, Fu Changsheng suddenly asked, "What if one day you discover that this thing will bring disaster?"

Without hesitation, the boy replied, "Having made the choice, I won't regret it."

Fu Changsheng laughed heartily and patted his shoulder: "Good! That's my son, Fu Changsheng's son!"

at the same time.

A familiar mechanical voice echoed in Fu Changsheng's mind:
"Ding"

"You have bestowed a Seed of Destiny upon your clan, gaining five thousand clan contribution points."

...

...

Beilin County.

Fu Yongyi stood with his hands behind his back at the entrance of the mine, his expression solemn. Behind him stood five disciples, all trusted confidants, each holding an array flag to seal off the spiritual energy fluctuations around the canyon.

"Master, the bloodlust energy in the mine is getting stronger and stronger," Qi Feng said in a low voice, the pointer of the compass in his hand spinning wildly, clearly something underground was awakening.

"Hold this position tight and don't let anything slip," Fu Yongyi said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a knife. "If any outsiders approach, send a message immediately."

The disciples solemnly accepted the order and dispersed to set up a defensive formation.

Half an hour later, streaks of light appeared on the horizon.

A streak of azure light pierced the sky and landed at the entrance of the canyon. Fu Yongyao, dressed in white with a blood-red dot of vermilion between his brows, was followed by Wu Ling'er, both of them with solemn expressions.

"Brother Stone, how's the situation?" Fu Yongyao asked bluntly, his voice cold.

Fu Yongyi shook his head: "The bloodthirsty aura has already spread to the surface of the mine; I dare not venture deeper."

Wu Ling'er gently raised her slender hand, a wisp of eerie blue light emanating from her fingertips. She closed her eyes to sense for a moment, then suddenly opened them: "Deep within this mine, there is the aura of witchcraft."

Fu Yongyao frowned, then flipped his hand and took out a broken bronze compass—the Qingqiu Yitian Compass. Although damaged, it was still a fourth-tier magic artifact, capable of detecting the earth's ley lines and malevolent energy.

With a flick of her finger, the compass floated up, runes flowing across its surface, projecting a phantom light screen. Within the light screen, bloodlust surged deep within the mine, and a gigantic dark red shadow could be vaguely seen lurking within, like some kind of sleeping ferocious beast.

"Golden Core level malevolent energy!" Fu Yongyao's pupils constricted, and he immediately retrieved the compass. "This mine cannot be touched, at least not now."

"Wait for Father to come back?" Fu Yongyi frowned.

“Yes.” Fu Yongyao nodded. “With my current cultivation level, rashly touching this malevolent energy could very likely trigger a rupture in the earth's veins, which would then bring disaster to the entire Beilin County.”

Wu Ling'er said softly, "I always feel that what's deep inside this mine... is related to some kind of witchcraft or sorcery recorded in our clan's ancient texts."

Fu Yongyao glanced at her: "What can you sense?"

Wu Ling'er shook her head: "My cultivation level is too low to investigate further. But if it truly is a witchcraft artifact, recklessly touching it might bring even greater trouble."

Fu Yongyi speculated: "Could it be related to Black Witch Village?"

"Not necessarily," Fu Yongyao pondered. "It could also be an ancient relic."

Without another word, she flipped her hand and took out twelve array flags, exchanging a glance with Wu Ling'er. The two stood on opposite sides in tacit understanding, their fingertips flashing with spiritual light, and the array flags pierced the ground like shooting stars, instantly forming a fourth-order "Spirit Sealing Array".

Once the formation was complete, the blood-fiend energy within the mine was immediately suppressed and stopped leaking out.

"It's temporarily sealed off." Fu Yongyao breathed a sigh of relief. "We'll make a decision when Father returns."

Fu Yongyi nodded, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, but knowing the gravity of the situation, he said in a deep voice, "I will personally guard this place and will not allow anyone to approach."

Fu Yongyao nodded: "Brother Shitou, be careful. If there's anything unusual, send a message immediately."

Wu Ling'er said softly, "Brother Yi, I will consult the clan's ancient books in the next few days to see if I can find any clues about this item."

Fu Yongyi's expression softened slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Thank you for your trouble."

Several months later

At the summit of Luofeng Mountain, clouds and mist swirl around.

Fu Changsheng sat cross-legged on the blue stone, his fingertips lightly touching the void, and strands of golden spiritual energy flowed around Fu Yongyun like swimming dragons.

“Yun’er, your foundation is solid, but your spiritual energy circulation is too forceful. You need to balance strength and gentleness.” Fu Changsheng’s voice was gentle, yet every word was like a hammer blow. “The Xuan Tian Gong emphasizes ‘a needle hidden in cotton,’ not just brute force.”

Sweat beaded on Fu Yongyun's forehead as he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Father, I'll try again."

Just then, Fu Changsheng sensed the Shadow Gate mask suddenly emitting a faint glow and trembling slightly. He frowned and raised his hand to signal Fu Yongyun to stop: "That's enough for today. Go back and consolidate your strength."

After Fu Yongyun left, Fu Changsheng removed the Shadow Gate mask, lightly touched it with his fingertips, and a phantom image of Fu Yongyao appeared on the mask: "Father, there's something strange about the mine in Beilin County. It's suspected to be a Golden Core level Blood Fiend. Please come over after you've finished your current duties!"

A bloodthirsty creature?!

Yao Yao is already at the Golden Core stage and is also a fourth-tier array master. Even she doesn't dare to act rashly, which shows that this thing is not simple.

Fu Changsheng hesitated for a moment, then, just to be on the safe side, focused his thoughts on the panel in his sea of ​​consciousness and immediately said:

"Exchange Information"

hum!
The panel vibrated.

A surge of yellow light appeared, accompanied by lines of text:

[1: A newly discovered cold marrow mine in Beilin County contains a Blood Fiend at the pseudo-infant level. The Blood Fiend will break through the seal in three years. There is a secret passage in the mine that connects to an ancient witch clan altar. The altar seals the important object that controls the Blood Fiend. In addition, there is a hidden treasure vault inside the altar.]
[2: Black Witch Village and White Witch Village put aside their past grievances and plan to release the "Soul-Devouring Gu Tide" at the "Ten Thousand Gu Conference" ten years later, with the first wave targeting the Xuan Yin Witch Village, which was severely damaged in the Xuan Witch Dead Zone.]

[3: The true dragon imprisoned at the bottom of Wanlong Abyss has sensed the aura of the Azure Dragon and is secretly cultivating seven "dragon slaves." It has also dispatched another person to Huizhou Prefecture to confirm the true dragon's aura.]

[4: Fu Yongwei's Golden-Veined Spirit Wheat has unintentionally absorbed an unknown spiritual object, which will trigger a "Spiritual Plant Transformation Tribulation" when it matures. If you can help it overcome the tribulation, you will obtain a spiritual plant battle servant with its own intelligence.]

[5: The seemingly ordinary "Snow Mountain Hunting Map" in the secret vault behind the royal court of the Eastern Wilderness tribe is actually a key that can open the meditation cave of the Nascent Soul cultivator "Cold Moon Venerable" (requires activation with the power of moonlight)]

[6: Among the resources taken away by Lei Wanjun, the first elder of the Lei family, was the Lei family's natal thunder talisman. Several years later, Lei Jinglei used this talisman to form a golden core, triggering the "Nine Heavens Thunder Pool" to reshape the foundation of the Lei family.]

[7: The Blood Demon Sword that suppressed the demonic vine in Fu Qingyun's body is compatible with the Seed of Destiny in Fu Yongyun's body. After Fu Yongyun made it recognize him as its master, it can perfectly remove the hidden danger of the demonic vine in Fu Qingyun's body.]

[8: When Xuan Turtle Island in the South China Sea opens again, the "Nine-Aperture Spirit Ginseng" will appear. This thing is already spiritual and can disguise itself as ordinary coral. It can only be lured out by the saliva of a green dragon.]

[9: When the Supreme Elder of the Tianyin Tribe attempts to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he will be backfired by an ancient curse in his bloodline, with a success rate of 50/50]

[10: Of the nine precious lotus lamps left behind by the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal, one is hidden inside the sword puppet in the "Sword Burial Valley" of the Eastern Wilderness (feature: the sword puppet has a blue lotus mark between its eyebrows)]

[11: Granny Yinhua still has a wisp of her soul remaining in the mortal world, and has possessed the body of a female cultivator from a collateral branch of a fourth-rank noble family in the Great Zhou Dynasty.]

[12: In the forbidden area of ​​the Wu family's territory, at the bottom of the Earth Fire Abyss, a wisp of "Mysterious Nether Ice Flame" is being nurtured, ranking thirty-second on the list of strange flames]

[13: Cai Xiangu's ex-husband, Chen Dazhu, consumed an unknown spiritual medicine, which prolonged his life. At the age of 140, he successfully established his foundation by consuming several Foundation Establishment Pills. The Chen family, which Chen Dazhu manages, is now on the verge of becoming an eighth-rank family. Upon learning that you had returned to Luofeng Mountain, he specially brought valuable treasures from his clan territory to visit you. The treasures he brought were an unexpected delight for you.]

【14...】

...

Fu Changsheng exchanged twenty pieces of intelligence in one go, most of which were useful: "It seems that I should bring Yongyun with me when I return to Wuzhou this time."

While he was pondering...

Footsteps echoed along the mountain path.

"Master, the Chen family patriarch, Chen Dazhu, and his grandson have come to visit and have been waiting outside the mountain gate for half an hour," the old steward said respectfully.

Fu Changsheng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Unexpectedly, the other party arrived just as the system had received the relevant information.

The timid peasant from over a hundred years ago has now become the head of a clan. He chuckled and said, "Bring them up."

……

Amidst the swirling mountain mists, a group of people walked slowly along a cobblestone path. The elder at the head, dressed in a brown robe, had a kind and honest face; he was none other than Chen Dazhu. Behind him followed several young clansmen, among whom a boy stood out. With delicate features and a hint of arrogance in his eyes, yet with impeccable manners, he was Chen Dazhu's grandson, Chen Mingyuan.

"Grandpa, the Fu family is now a top family in Wuzhou. Wouldn't it be presumptuous of us to come here?" Chen Mingyuan asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with caution.

Chen Dazhu smiled and patted his grandson's shoulder: "Mingyuan, Senior Fu is a man of great loyalty and righteousness. If it weren't for his help back then, where would our Chen family be today? We've come here firstly to express our gratitude, and secondly... sigh, I wonder how your aunt is doing now."

Upon hearing this, a complex look flashed in Chen Mingyuan's eyes. He had heard his grandfather mention his aunt Chen Yulian's marriage into the Fu family since he was a child, but there had been no news of her for many years, and his grandfather had always been concerned about her.

The group quickly arrived at the welcoming hall, where disciples of the Fu family were already waiting.

“Clan Chief Chen, the Patriarch is already waiting in the hall. Please follow me.” A Fu family disciple bowed respectfully.

Chen Dazhu quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Thank you for leading the way, young friend."

Chen Dazhu, dressed in a brocade robe, could not hide his inherent restraint despite having reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Senior Fu!" Chen Dazhu bowed deeply upon seeing Fu Changsheng, his voice trembling. "It's been over a hundred years since we last met, and you are even more radiant than before!"

Fu Changsheng raised his hand in a gesture of support: "Clan Chief Chen, there's no need for such formalities. Please sit down."

Chen Dazhu waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! In front of you, how dare I call myself a clan leader..."

The young man beside him bowed calmly: "Junior Chen Mingyuan greets Senior Fu."

Fu Changsheng glanced at the young man, saw that his eyes were clear and his foundation was solid, and nodded slightly: "Not bad."

Chen Dazhu then stood up and gestured for his clansmen to present the gifts. Several members of the Chen family presented several brocade boxes, and Chen Dazhu personally opened one of them, revealing a seed of a spiritual herb that emitted a faint glow.

“Senior Fu, this is a strange seed obtained by a member of my Chen family from the Crimson Forbidden Land. Our Chen family is ignorant and does not know its use, but the vitality it contains is extraordinary and it is no ordinary spiritual seed. We offer it to you, Senior.”

Fu Changsheng scanned it with his divine sense.

His gaze shifted slightly.

It's actually a Three-Life Grass seed!

This is one of the main ingredients for refining the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill. I never expected to find it so easily after searching high and low.

With this thing.

Let Yongwei use the spiritual essence of plants for catalysis.

Then there was hope that Ningning and Molan's soul injuries could be cured.

He nodded with great pleasure and said, "Clan Chief Chen, you're very kind."

Seeing that Fu Changsheng was satisfied, Chen Dazhu felt somewhat relieved and then cautiously said, "Senior, although my Chen family has now advanced to the ninth rank, our family foundation is still shallow, and we are still three Foundation Establishment cultivators short of being an eighth-rank family. We have come here today to ask for your guidance. If we can receive some support from the Fu family, our entire Chen family will be eternally grateful!"

Fu Changsheng glanced at Chen Dazhu, then at Chen Mingyuan behind him, and said indifferently, "Your grandson has good aptitude. Given time, he may very well achieve the Purple Mansion realm."

Chen Dazhu was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly pulled Chen Mingyuan forward, saying, "Mingyuan, why don't you thank Senior Fu!"

Chen Mingyuan remained neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed respectfully: "Junior Chen Mingyuan thanks senior for your guidance."

Fu Changsheng nodded slightly, then took out a jade box and a bottle of pills: "These are Xuan Yin Grass and Soul-Guiding Pills, which can help you break through to the Purple Mansion Realm. Since you are determined, cultivate diligently and do not disappoint your grandfather's expectations."

Chen Dazhu's hands trembled slightly with excitement as he repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you so much for your generous gift, senior! My Chen family will always remember the Fu family's great kindness!"

Fu Changsheng waved his hand: "No need to be polite. You came to the Fu family with me back then, so we are old acquaintances. Your help is nothing to mention."

Chen Dazhu hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior, I wonder... I wonder how my daughter, Yulian, is doing now?"

Fu Changsheng put down his teacup and looked calmly at Chen Dazhu: "The matter of Yulian is a long story."

Chen Dazhu leaned forward, his hands unconsciously clenching his robes: "Senior, please speak frankly. Has my daughter...has she caused trouble for the Fu family?"

"Fan-ge'er and Yu-lian are incompatible. As far as I know, they have already separated," Fu Changsheng said calmly. "Yu-lian has joined the 'Twin Moon Palace' in the capital and is now a Purple Mansion cultivator."

"What?!" Chen Dazhu's face turned deathly pale. He jumped to his feet, then hurriedly knelt down again. "This...this wretched daughter! How dare she..." His voice trembled. "Senior, it's my fault for failing to raise my daughter properly, allowing her to do such a thing as betraying her husband's family!"

Fu Changsheng raised his hand and used a burst of spiritual energy to lift him up: "Our children are grown up and have their own ambitions. Since Yulian has made her choice, the Fu family will not blame her." He glanced at the sunlight outside the hall, "This matter need not be mentioned again."

Chen Mingyuan keenly sensed the change in atmosphere and secretly tugged at his grandfather's sleeve. Chen Dazhu, however, suddenly prostrated himself and kowtowed, saying, "Senior, you are so magnanimous! My Chen family is willing to select another suitable woman to marry into the Fu family, to continue the good relations between our two families!"

"A marriage alliance?" Fu Changsheng chuckled and shook his head, his fingertips tracing the lid of his celadon teapot. "These days, Meizhen is handling all the marriages of the children in the family." He looked up at Chen Mingyuan, then changed the subject, "However, your grandson is exceptionally talented. If he's interested, you can have him come to the Fu family more often to exchange skills with the Yong generation."

The tea lid lightly touches the rim of the cup, producing a crisp sound.

This means sending guests off.

Chen Dazhu quickly clasped his hands in thanks and expressed a long string of gratitude before leaving with his children and grandchildren.

Inside the carriage on the way down the mountain.

Looking at his grandfather's ashen face, Chen Mingyuan said softly, "Grandpa, Senior Fu is clearly declining politely."

"What do you know!" Chen Dazhu suddenly became agitated. "If it weren't for the Fu family's generosity back then, our Chen family would still be scraping by in the mud!" He gripped the jade box containing the Xuan Yin Grass, his knuckles turning white. "We must seize this opportunity."

Outside the carriage, the Chen family members accompanying them whispered among themselves: "Master Fu didn't even offer to refill his tea."

"I've heard that Young Master Yongfan has already taken a noblewoman from the capital as his secondary wife."

Shh! Are you out of your mind?

Chen Mingyuan lifted the carriage curtain and caught a glimpse of the Fu family's pavilions, faintly visible amidst the sea of ​​clouds atop the mountain. He suddenly lowered his voice, "Grandpa, instead of getting entangled with old in-laws, let your grandson earn the Fu family's favor through his own abilities."

...

...

"According to intelligence, there is another important matter to handle before leaving Luofeng Mountain."

Fu Changsheng sat cross-legged on the futon, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, his gaze fixed on the blood-red longsword floating in the center of the quiet room.

The sword is dark red all over, with ancient demonic patterns engraved on its spine. Black energy swirls around the blade, and just by hovering there, it gives people a sense of oppressive power.

—Blood Demon Sword.

This sword was the key to suppressing the demonic vine within Fu Qingyun's body. Now that the demonic vine has been removed, the sword has not been returned to its sheath; instead, it seems to be seeking a new master.

"Father."

The door to the quiet room opened, and Fu Yongyun stepped in. The young man was dressed in a plain white training uniform, his brows revealing a calm demeanor; his temperament was completely different from what it had been a few months ago. Fu Changsheng nodded slightly: "Yun'er, come here."

Fu Yongyun stepped forward, and when his gaze fell on the Blood Demon Sword, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is……"

Before he finished speaking, the dormant Seed of Destiny within his body suddenly trembled, and a strange power surged from his dantian, flowing along his meridians to his fingertips.

As if sensing something, the Blood Demon Sword hummed, its black energy surged, and it flew to Fu Yongyun's side on its own, hovering there motionless.

Fu Changsheng's eyes narrowed: "As expected."

He had learned from the system intelligence that the Blood Demon Sword was compatible with the Seed of Destiny, and now it seemed that the two did indeed resonate with each other.

"Yun'er, this sword is the Blood Demon Sword, extremely ferocious, but it resonates with the seed of destiny within you," Fu Changsheng said in a deep voice. "Today, your father will help you refine this sword. Are you willing?"

Fu Yongyun took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Your son is willing."

Fu Changsheng said no more, and with a wave of his sleeve, eighteen array flags flew out, setting up the "Seven Star Suppressing Evil Array" around the quiet room. The array flags landed, their silver light flowing and enveloping the entire quiet room.

"A drop of blood."

Fu Yongyun bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood fell onto the sword.

"Om-"

The Blood Demon Sword trembled violently, its demonic patterns lit up, and black energy surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping Fu Yongyun.

Fu Changsheng's gaze darkened, and he formed hand seals. A golden flame erupted from his palms, transforming into a fire dragon that coiled around Fu Yongyun's body, resisting the black energy.

"Yun'er, guard your mind!"

Fu Yongyun closed his eyes and concentrated, the Seed of Destiny within his body spun wildly, and seven-colored rays of light burst forth from his dantian, intertwining with the black energy.

The demonic patterns on the sword writhed like living things, spreading up Fu Yongyun's arm and covering half of his body in the blink of an eye.

"what--"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Fu Yongyun groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, refusing to back down.

Upon seeing this, Fu Changsheng's eyes flashed with approval. He then flicked his fingertip, sending a wisp of pure spiritual energy into Fu Yongyun's body to help stabilize his meridians.

"Refining!"

With a low shout, the Blood Demon Sword trembled violently, its blade transforming into a streak of blood-red light that plunged directly into Fu Yongyun's chest!
"boom!"

The spiritual energy in the quiet room surged violently, and black energy and rosy light intertwined around Fu Yongyun, eventually condensing into a sword-shaped mark on his chest.

The moment the sword was drawn, his eyes snapped open, and a blood-red sword shadow seemed to flash and disappear deep within his pupils.

"Father... I succeeded."

Fu Yongyun looked down at the sword mark on his chest, feeling the surging power within him, his voice trembling slightly.

Fu Changsheng put away the formation and nodded in satisfaction: "This sword has recognized you as its master. Take good care of it in the future, and it will surely become a great weapon."

Fu Yongyun nodded solemnly, then asked in confusion, "Father, I feel... this sword seems to have become one with me?"

Fu Changsheng smiled slightly: "The Blood Demon Sword is an ancient demonic weapon. After being refined, it coexists with its host. You are now half-human and half-sword, which will make your future sword cultivation twice as effective."

A flicker of excitement flashed in Fu Yongyun's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, Father!"

Fu Changsheng patted his shoulder, his tone gentle yet meaningful: "Yun'er, remember, a sword is a weapon, but the person who wields it should have the backbone of a sword, and even more so, the heart of a sword."

Fu Yongyun solemnly replied, "Your son will remember this."

Fu Changsheng nodded: "Yongyun, come back to Huizhou Prefecture with me."

Upon hearing that they were going on a long trip, Fu Changsheng and Fu Yongyun, being young, immediately brightened up and replied, "Yes, Father."

Wait for the other party to leave.

In Fu Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness, a system notification sounded at the opportune moment:

"Ding--"

"You have gifted and helped your clansmen refine the Blood Demon Sword, and have gained 8,000 clan contribution points."

...

...

Huizhou Prefecture, Fu Family Villa
The night was deep, and Fu Qingyun sat alone by the window, his left sleeve hanging empty. In his right hand, he held a jade slip, his fingertips caressing the "Mysterious Yin Demon Suppression Technique" engraved on it, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a pool.

—This is a folk remedy he found in the ancient book pavilion, which is said to be able to suppress the backlash of demonic energy in the body.

However, when he circulated his cultivation technique, the dormant demonic vine energy in his meridians suddenly retaliated like a venomous snake awakened!

"cough--"

Fu Qingyun groaned, a trickle of black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He expressionlessly wiped away the blood and crushed the jade slip.

failure.

This is the seventh attempt.

Since being rescued by Fu Changsheng using the power of destiny, his cultivation has stagnated at the Pseudo-Core stage. Although the demonic energy within him has been suppressed, it has never been eradicated. Whenever he tries to break through to the Golden Core stage, the demonic vines will backfire wildly, almost causing him to lose control again.

"It seems that conventional methods are useless."

Fu Qingyun muttered to himself, his eyes icy. He rose and walked towards the secret chamber, taking out a pitch-black wooden box from a hidden compartment. Inside lay a blood-red pill, its surface covered with eerie patterns, radiating a chilling aura.

—"Blood Fiend Pill".

This pill is made from the essence and blood of cultivators. After taking it, one can forcibly stimulate potential, but at the cost of burning one's lifespan.

Fu Qingyun stared at the pill, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"Since we cannot eliminate it, we will turn it into our own."

Just as he was about to swallow the pill, Fu Qingyun's voice suddenly came from outside the door:
"Qingyun, the patriarch summons you."

Fu Qingyun paused, the bloodlust fading from his eyes. He put away the Blood Fiend Pill, straightened his robes, and pushed open the door to leave.

……

Fu family inner courtyard, patriarch's study

As Fu Qingyun stepped into the courtyard, the moonlight was just obscured by clouds. His empty left sleeve fluttered slightly in the night wind, and his right hand instinctively rested on his waist—where a poisoned short blade was hidden.

The study is brightly lit.

Fu Changsheng sat upright in the main seat, with a young man in white standing beside him. Fu Qingyun's gaze lingered on the young man for a moment—Qi Refining stage? When did the patriarch take in a new disciple?

"Qingyun." Fu Changsheng tapped the table lightly with his fingertips. "How has your cultivation been lately?"

Fu Qingyun knelt on one knee, his voice respectful yet coldly metallic: "Reporting to the patriarch, the demonic backlash is becoming increasingly frequent." He raised his right hand, a wisp of twisted black energy appearing in his palm, "The *Mysterious Yin Demon Suppression Technique* is ineffective."

Fu Changsheng exchanged a glance with the boy beside him: "Yun'er, what do you think?"

The boy called "Yun'er" stepped forward. Only then did Fu Qingyun notice that there were faint blood-red sword patterns flashing on the boy's chest.

"The demonic vine has already entangled seven-tenths of the soul," Fu Yongyun's voice was unexpectedly calm, "but there is still hope."

Fu Qingyun's pupils contracted slightly.

"This is Yongyun, my son." Fu Changsheng rose, his black robes fluttering even without wind. "The Blood Demon Sword within him can devour demonic energy. If you wish, you can eradicate this threat tonight."

Fu Qingyun's gaze towards Fu Yongyun suddenly turned dangerous. A mere Qi Refining stage cultivator, presumptuously claiming to solve a problem even the family head finds difficult?
"Master," Fu Qingyun's voice was slightly hoarse, "isn't this method too risky?"

Fu Changsheng smiled enigmatically: "If you don't believe in Yongyun, then you don't believe in me?"

Fu Qingyun gritted his teeth, deciding to go all out: "I will follow the patriarch's arrangements."

……

Training Chamber
The seven lamps were arranged according to the Big Dipper constellation, and the ground was covered with demon-suppressing runes. Fu Yongyun unbuttoned his clothes, and the sword mark on his chest suddenly lit up, revealing a small, blood-red sword phantom.

“It will hurt a little.” The young man lightly touched the sword mark with his fingertips, then suddenly looked up and stared directly at Fu Qingyun. “Please, nephew, stay alert.”

Fu Qingyun sneered, took off his shirt, and sat cross-legged at the center of the formation. His pale body was covered with black veins, like prey wrapped in a spider web.

"Begin." Twelve golden talismans flew out from Fu Changsheng's sleeve and formed a chain in the air.

The moment the Blood Demon Sword was drawn, the temperature in the entire secret chamber plummeted. Fu Yongyun pointed his fingers like a sword, and a crimson sword light suddenly pierced into Fu Qingyun's dantian!

"Ugh!" Fu Qingyun groaned, his eyes turning bloodshot. The demonic vines within him, like a venomous snake whose tail had been stepped on, retaliated fiercely! Black energy transformed into sharp spikes, stabbing towards Fu Yongyun's heart—

"Freeze!" Fu Changsheng pressed his palm against Fu Qingyun's crown, and chaotic energy poured in like a waterfall. The bulging black thorns instantly solidified, and then began to twist and struggle.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fu Yongyun activated the Blood Demon Sword. The demonic runes on the sword writhed like living creatures, actually flowing backwards with the black energy and invading Fu Qingyun's body. The young man's face instantly turned deathly pale, but he bit his tongue and roared, "Devour!"

An astonishing scene unfolded—

The black energy within Fu Qingyun's body surged wildly towards the Blood Demon Sword like rivers flowing into the sea. With each portion it absorbed, Fu Yongyun's aura increased dramatically, advancing to the seventh, eighth, or ninth level of Qi Refining.
"Crack!"

The bottleneck in foundation building was broken in an instant!

Fu Qingyun stared in horror at the youth who was frantically devouring demonic energy. The very essence of the demonic vines that had tormented him for years was now becoming nourishment for the youth's advancement. Even more terrifying was that, during the process of devouring, the Blood Demon Sword was actually feeding back some of its pure energy to his damaged meridians.

"Stay calm!" Fu Changsheng shouted softly, placing his palm on Fu Yongyun's back and continuously channeling chaotic energy into him.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fu Yongyun's forehead, but his sword technique remained as steady as a rock. Under his control, the Blood Demon Sword split into hundreds of hair-thin blood threads within Fu Qingyun's body, binding every wisp of demonic energy like a spider web.

"receive!"

With a shout from the young man, the bloodline suddenly contracted!
"Pfft—" Fu Qingyun spat out a mouthful of black blood, and a writhing black shadow suddenly bulged out of his chest—it was the demonic vine itself!
"Now!" Fu Yongyun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his left hand, shaped like a claw, plunged directly into Fu Qingyun's chest!

"Ha!" Fu Qingyun's eyes widened, only to see that the boy's arm was completely unharmed, and it had actually transformed into a blood-red phantom that pierced through the flesh and grabbed the dark shadow.

hum!
The demonic vine struggled frantically, but it was like snow meeting boiling oil, quickly melting away under the blood-red light in Fu Yongyun's palm. The refined demonic energy was even fed back to Fu Yongyun along the bloodline, causing his aura to rise rapidly!
Early stage of foundation building, middle stage of foundation building, late stage of foundation building
Upon seeing this, Fu Changsheng immediately changed his incantation, splitting the chaotic energy into two streams: one to protect Fu Qingyun's heart meridian, and the other to help Fu Yongyun channel the surging spiritual power.

"what!"

Fu Yongyun suddenly cried out in pain, a blood-red sword mark appearing between his brows. The Blood Demon Sword flew out automatically, hovering above the three of them, its demonic runes moving like living things, frantically absorbing the dissipating demonic energy.

Inside the study, black and red energies intertwined, forming a massive vortex. Fu Changsheng's robes fluttered, yet he remained completely still, his eyes flashing with golden light as he precisely controlled every ounce of power.

Sudden--

"boom!"

With the last trace of demonic energy extracted, Fu Qingyun's severed left shoulder began to ripple and regenerate at a visible speed! Fu Yongyun, on the other hand, was enveloped in a blood cocoon, his breath finally settling at...
Foundation-building perfection!
The blood-red cocoon shattered, and the boy staggered back two steps, only to be caught by Fu Changsheng. His face was pale, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes: "Father, we succeeded!"

Fu Changsheng checked Fu Qingyun's condition and nodded in satisfaction: "The demonic vines have been removed, and your meridians have been reshaped." He looked at Fu Yongyun, "You've managed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage by a twist of fate, but you need to refine your foundation now; don't rush to break through to the Purple Mansion stage."

"Yes, father"

Fu Yongyun smiled and responded.

Fu Qingyun slowly opened his eyes, feeling the long-lost flow of spiritual energy, his expression complex. He looked at Fu Yongyun—the boy who had just ripped out his heart with his bare hands, now smiling shyly.

"Thank you." Fu Qingyun's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly knelt on one knee. "I will remember this kindness forever."

Fu Yongyun quickly helped him up, saying, "Nephew Qingyun, you flatter me."

at the same time.

A familiar mechanical voice echoed in Fu Changsheng's mind:
"Ding--"

"You helped your clansmen eliminate a hidden danger and have earned two thousand clan contribution points."

Something happened here.

It's time to head to Beilin County, lest things get complicated.

...

...

Beilin County Canyon.

Fu Yongyao was reinforcing the formation with Wu Ling'er when he suddenly felt a fluctuation of spiritual energy behind him. He turned around and saw Fu Changsheng walking through the air, his clothes fluttering.

“Father!” A hint of joy flashed in Fu Yongyao’s eyes.

Fu Changsheng landed, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on the mine entrance: "What's the situation?"

Fu Yongyi stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "The bloodthirsty aura is extremely strong, suspected to be at the Golden Core level. We dare not venture deeper rashly."

Fu Changsheng nodded, flipped his hand and took out a pitch-black jade box. The lid opened, and dozens of spirit-devouring insects, as thin as hair, flapped their wings and flew out, turning into black lines and burrowing into the mine.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

However, only a moment later—

"puff!"

The soul lamps of all the spirit-devouring insects inside the jade box went out simultaneously!
Fu Changsheng's pupils contracted: "They were all swallowed."

Fu Yongyao's expression was grave: "Even the Spirit-Devouring Insects couldn't detect it; what lies deep within this mine is probably more troublesome than we anticipated."

Wu Ling'er bit her lower lip lightly: "Brother Changsheng, I suspect this item is related to ancient witchcraft. May I try to sense it with my bloodline?"

Fu Changsheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Be careful."

Wu Ling'er closed her eyes and formed a hand seal. A faint purple line appeared between her brows, and a ghostly blue light emanated from her body. A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her face slightly pale: "It's the 'Blood Fiend Gu King'! Ancient texts record that this Gu uses the earth's veins as its nest, devouring spirits and souls. Once awakened, all living beings within a hundred miles will be annihilated!"

Fu Yongyi's expression tightened: "Father, if what Miss Ling'er said is true, then we must eliminate this thing immediately!"

"We definitely need to eliminate it," Fu Changsheng nodded slightly. "However, this Blood Fiend Gu King is already connected to the earth's veins. Forcibly killing it will cause the earth's veins to collapse. We might even cause an even greater disaster if we're not careful."

...

...

After that, only Fu Changsheng and Wu Ling'er remained in the room.

"Brother Changsheng, I have some good news to share with you." Her voice was soft, with a hint of undisguised joy.

Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, Fu Changsheng smiled slightly: "Ling'er, what makes you so happy?"

Wu Ling'er pursed her lips, her cheeks slightly flushed, and gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen, whispering, "I... am pregnant with Changsheng's child."

The last time we practiced dual cultivation.

Fu Changsheng deliberately left his essence inside, as he cultivated the "Imperial Court Dao Body," so it was within his expectations that Wu Ling'er could conceive.

Waiting for the baby to be born.

The Family Treasure Tree will then grow a fourth branch. Once you collect all five, there will be unexpected rewards.

Fu Changsheng was naturally pleased.

He pulled Wu Ling'er into his arms, his eyes filled with joy: "Good! Good!"

He gently placed his palm on Wu Ling'er's abdomen, and a wisp of gentle true essence probed in. Sure enough, he sensed a faint life force connected to his bloodline.

"With the bloodline of the Northern Frontier Witchcraft lineage, plus the heritage of my Fu family, this child is destined for greatness!" Fu Changsheng's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Wu Ling'er leaned against him and said softly, "I only wish him peace and happiness."

Fu Changsheng chuckled, flipped his hand and took out the jade box that sealed the "Soul-Summoning Flute", and handed it to Wu Ling'er: "This is a gift for you."

Wu Ling'er was taken aback. She took the jade box and lightly touched the runes on its surface with her fingertips, immediately sensing a familiar and ancient aura. She looked up in surprise: "Brother Changsheng, what is this?"

“The ancient witch clan’s ‘Soul-Summoning Flute,’ though somewhat damaged, is still a rare treasure,” Fu Changsheng explained. “You possess the bloodline of witchcraft, and this item is most compatible with you.”

Wu Ling'er's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled slightly: "Thank you, Brother Changsheng."

Fu Changsheng raised his hand to stroke her hair and said gently, "There's no need for thanks between us. I'll assist you in the refining process now."

According to intelligence reports.

This is the key to resolving potential hazards in the mineral vein.

The two sat cross-legged in the quiet room. The jade box was opened, and the bone flute floated in the air, with blood-red runes slowly flowing and faintly emitting a sobbing sound.

Wu Ling'er closed her eyes and concentrated, forming hand seals and chanting ancient incantations. A purple pattern appeared between her brows, and a faint blue light emanated from her body, gradually merging with the aura of the bone flute.

Fu Changsheng stood guard to the side, a wisp of golden true essence gathering at his fingertips, ready to suppress any disturbances at any time.

"With blood as the guide, with soul as the bond..."

Wu Ling'er bit her fingertip, and a drop of blood flew out and landed on the bone flute.

"Om-!"

The bone flute trembled violently, the blood-red runes shone brightly, and a chilling aura suddenly erupted!
Fu Changsheng's gaze sharpened, and he was about to make a move when he saw Wu Ling'er calmly changing hand seals and softly chanting an ancient song of the Northern Frontier Wu tribe. The song was melodious and flowing like a clear spring, gradually calming down the violent evil aura.

(End of this chapter)