Family Rise: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 604 Another Golden Core, A Gift from Another World, Two Lottery Draws
Upon hearing the sound, the Blood Butcher Elder, who was far away in the northwest corner, turned around abruptly. He saw that the execution platform was empty and his eyes widened in fury!
"Cunning rat!" Blood Butcher roared, his body flashing with blood-red light. He abandoned the area still in the aftershocks of the explosion and turned back at an even faster speed than when he left, joining up with Yin Wujiu. The two terrifying divine senses of the late Golden Core stage were like two giant nets, frantically scanning the direction Fu Yongning might have fled.

"There!" Yin Wujiu's eyes were sharp, and he finally managed to pinpoint Fu Yongning's approximate location by relying on a very faint spatial ripple and the abnormal flow of spiritual energy in the plants. He and Xue Tu transformed into two streaks of light, one gray and one red, and pursued him relentlessly like maggots clinging to a bone.

As the distance drew closer, Yin Wujiu formed a claw with his five fingers, and a gray, soul-corroding [Netherworld Ghost Claw] was already condensed, about to grab the faintly visible emerald green figure from afar!
At this critical moment——

"Buzz!"

A deep rumble resounded, and the ground near the market exit suddenly cracked open! A [Mystic Tortoise Heavy Puppet], forged entirely from dark metal and wielding a giant shield, burst forth from the earth, standing like an insurmountable iron wall in front of Yin Wujiu and Xue Tu!

Runes lit up on the giant shield, condensing into a thick, earthen-yellow light shield.

"boom!"

The ghostly claws slammed into the light barrier, producing a dull thud. The barrier trembled violently, yet stubbornly remained intact.

"Fu Molan!" Yin Wujiu gritted his teeth. He knew that the real culprit had finally appeared!

At the same time, dozens of combat puppets of various shapes and sizes emerged from the surrounding shadows like ghosts—swift [Sword Puppet], ranged attack [Crossbow Puppet], flame-breathing [Flame Puppet]... They instantly formed a mysterious formation, and countless attacks poured down on Yin Wujiu and Xue Tu like a storm!

These puppets, individually only at the Pseudo-Core stage, combined into a formation, echoed each other, forming a unified offense and defense, and actually managed to hold back the two late-stage Golden Core cultivators!

"You mere puppet, how dare you block my way! Shatter it!" Blood Butcher roared, his blood-red blade unleashing a sky full of crimson blade energy, shattering a charging sword puppet into pieces. But new puppets immediately filled the gaps, their attacks relentless.

Yin Wujiu's face was gloomy. His incantations changed, and several small black banners swirling with vengeful spirits appeared around him, emitting mournful howls that interfered with the puppet's spiritual power and Fu Molan's connection with her consciousness.

Although their strength far surpassed that of these puppets, Fu Molan's puppetry skills were exquisite and unparalleled. Moreover, she did not seek to kill the enemy, but only to block them, which prevented them from making a rapid breakthrough for a time.

It was just those few breaths that caused the delay!
Fu Yongning, carrying Ouyang Fei, successfully broke out of the market area and plunged into the dense forest outside. Once inside the forest, it was like a dragon returning to the sea; her wood-based cultivation technique blended perfectly with the surrounding environment, and her aura almost vanished instantly.

"Damn it!" Blood Butcher cleaved the last crossbow puppet blocking his way with a single slash. Looking ahead, Fu Yongning had vanished without a trace, leaving only a vast expanse of forest.

Yin Wujiu frantically scanned the mountains and forests with his divine sense, but it was like throwing stones into the sea; he could no longer detect any clear targets. His face was ashen, and his chest heaved violently with extreme rage. They actually... they actually managed to rescue them right under his nose!

"Chase them! They can't have gone far with a critically injured, dying person in their arms! Seal off the area within a hundred miles! Search every inch of it!" Yin Wujiu forced out the order through gritted teeth, his voice icy and chilling.

He and Blood Butcher immediately separated, and his powerful divine sense began to comb through the vast mountain forest like a comb.

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The front line of the Yunlang Mountains, outside Chiyang Fort.

The once majestic fortress is now in ruins. The light of the Crimson Sun Burning Heaven Array has long since faded, replaced by soaring demonic energy and a lingering stench of blood. The beast tide and the cultivators of the Joyful Sect and its affiliated sects are locked in fierce combat, with lives being lost every moment.

Master Huanxi hovered in mid-air, his aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator almost tangible. Each of his attacks caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tremble, crushing swarms of attacking demonic beasts or clashing head-on with the Golden Core demon kings, temporarily stabilizing the crumbling defenses. However, his expression was grim. The ferocity and sheer number of the beast tide far exceeded expectations, resulting in heavy casualties among the sect's disciples, and the consumption of spirit stones and pills was like water flowing away!

Just then, an extremely subtle communication talisman, bearing the special mark of the Intelligence Hall, darted through the chaotic battlefield like a startled fish and landed precisely in the hands of Master Huanxi.

He separated a wisp of his divine sense and swept it into it.

next moment--

"boom!!!"

A powerful aura, far more ferocious than ever before, brimming with boundless rage and killing intent, suddenly erupted from Master Huanxi! Centered on him, the air within a hundred feet seemed to freeze instantly, and even the people and beasts engaged in fierce combat below involuntarily paused, feeling a tremor that originated from their very souls!

The communication jade talisman in his hand turned to dust between his unconsciously tightening fingers!

That usually gloomy and dignified face was now twisted with extreme anger, veins bulging on his forehead, and flames almost shooting out of his eyes!
"waste!"

The two words, as cold as ice from the depths of hell, were squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling aura. The surrounding Golden Core elders sensed this almost out-of-control rage and fell silent in fear, even slowing their attacks.

Yin Wujiu's message was simple: Fu Molan was using a feint, and another accomplice was providing backup. Ouyang Fei had been rescued, and he and Xue Tu were in pursuit, but the other party was highly skilled at hiding and had disappeared after escaping into the mountains.

This news was like a resounding slap in the face of Huanxi Shangren!
He personally orchestrated the scheme, using Ouyang Fei as bait to lay a trap, even leaving behind Yin Wujiu and Xue Tu, two late-stage Golden Core cultivators, for added security! And what was the result? Not only did he fail to catch any fish, but the bait was also snatched away right under his nose!
This is not merely a matter of losing Ouyang Fei; it is a blatant provocation against his authority and an insult to the wisdom and strength of the entire Joyful Sect! If word gets out, Master Joyful and the entire Joyful Sect will become a laughingstock in the far west!

More importantly, this completely disrupted his plans! He had originally intended to quickly quell the beast tide and then calmly deal with the remnants of the Fu family. But now, with Ouyang Fei rescued, it meant that the younger members of the Fu family had no more scruples and could hide in the shadows without any worries, like venomous snakes that could pounce and bite him at any moment! All his previous meticulous arrangements, prioritizing stability, had now become a joke!
"Fu! Mo! Lan! Fu! Chang! Li!" Huanxi Shangren spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse, filled with deep-seated hatred. He stubbornly believed that all of this must have been meticulously planned by these two women, who had completely manipulated him!
A fierce, almost insane rage surged within him. He wished he could immediately abandon everything in front of him and personally drag out those scoundrels, extract their souls, and torture them for a thousand years!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his overwhelming rage, but his eyes grew colder than eternal ice. He turned to a trusted elder beside him, forcing out a new command through clenched teeth, his voice low and dangerous, carrying an undeniable resolve:
"Send word to Yin Wujiu! I'll give him one more chance! He and Xue Tu need not return to the front lines; their sole purpose is to hunt down the remnants of the Fu family! I want to see them alive or dead! If they fail again... he'll have to come back with his head!"

"At the same time, notify the sect's secret service to activate all its spies lurking in Wuzhou, especially near Huizhou Prefecture, to keep a close watch on the Fu family's every move! Report any unusual activity immediately!"

"Furthermore," he said, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, his tone chilling, "tell those in front, no more stinginess with spirit stones and pills, give them a good beating! Within a month, I want to see the beast tide recede! After that, the entire army will retreat and seal off all exits of the Yunlang Mountains!"

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Fu Yongning carried Ouyang Fei as they flew rapidly through the forest. Each use of her wooden escape technique made her face paler, and the depletion of her vital essence brought waves of weakness. However, her eyes remained resolute, and she dared not relax for a moment. She could sense the two late-stage Golden Core cultivators relentlessly pursuing her like venomous snakes. Although they were temporarily misled by the mountain environment and her skillful escape technique, they could lock onto her again at any moment.

Following the pre-arranged route, she traversed a swamp filled with pale purple miasma, then circled a naturally formed labyrinthine stone forest, finally arriving at a mountain wall covered in dense vines. She formed a hand seal, casting a specific spiritual rune, and the vines on the mountain wall silently parted as if alive, revealing a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Fu Yongning slipped inside without hesitation.

Beyond the crevice lay a narrow but dry cave, where Fu Molan was already waiting. Her face was slightly paler than usual; clearly, controlling a large number of puppets to intercept them and escape unscathed had greatly depleted her spiritual energy and mental strength.

"Aunt Mo Lan!" Upon seeing Fu Mo Lan, Fu Yong Ning's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he quickly and gently placed the barely breathing Ouyang Fei on the soft cushions that had been laid out.

Fu Molan strode forward, her divine sense sweeping over Ouyang Fei's body, a barely perceptible hint of pity flashing in her cold eyes. Ouyang Fei's condition was extremely bad; his meridians were shattered, his golden core was cracked and dull, and his soul was extremely weak from long-term torment. He was only clinging to life by his indomitable will and the life force of the Azure Emperor that Fu Yongning had transferred to him on the way.

"Let's go, we can't stay here any longer." Fu Molan said succinctly. She quickly took out several soul-stabilizing and energy-strengthening pills and fed them to Ouyang Fei. She also used a special technique to temporarily seal several of his main meridians to prevent his injuries from worsening. She knew very well that Yin Wujiu and Xue Tu would not give up easily and would soon find their way here.

"Where are we going?" Fu Yongning asked, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge, but he also knew that the most important thing at the moment was to save Grandpa Fei's life.

“Yunlang Mountain Range.” Fu Molan uttered four words, her eyes calm. “Changli is there. The depths of the mountain range are now the domain of demonic beasts, making it difficult for the Huanxi Sect to penetrate deep for the time being. It is the best hiding place.”

Without further ado, Fu Molan carried Ouyang Fei on her back, with Fu Yongning following closely behind. The three of them once again slipped into the mountains and forests, hurrying towards the Yunlang Mountains. Along the way, Fu Molan continuously scattered some powder to interfere with tracking and used puppet fragments to set up several simple misleading traps.

Several days later, the three arrived safely at the edge of the Yunlang Mountains. The former stronghold of the Joyful Sect had long been razed to the ground by the beast tide, leaving only broken walls and dried bloodstains. Deep within the mountains, the faint roars of beasts echoed, filled with wildness and freedom.

Following the hidden markings left by Fu Changli, Fu Molan led the two deeper into the mountains. The deeper they went, the stronger the aura of the demonic beasts became. Strangely, these beasts seemed to have received some kind of instruction and did not attack the three unfamiliar human auras. Instead, they watched them warily from the shadows.

Finally, they met Fu Changli in a water curtain cave behind a waterfall.

"Aunt Changli!" Fu Yongning was overcome with emotion upon seeing her relative.

Fu Changli hurried forward, and when she saw the emaciated, weak figure on Fu Molan's back, her usually bright and sharp eyes instantly became misty.

“Uncle Fei…” Her voice choked with emotion as she and Fu Molan carefully settled Ouyang Fei in the driest and most comfortable spot in the cave. She examined Ouyang Fei’s injuries closely, her heart sinking with each look, a mixture of anger and heartache washing over her.

"Squeak!"

A flash of white light, and the wooden flying squirrel emerged from Fu Yongning's sleeve, excitedly pouncing on Fu Changli and affectionately nuzzling her cheek. It sensed its master's familiar and reassuring beast aura.

Fu Changli gently patted the wooden flying squirrel's head, her eyes filled with relief, but even more so with worry for Ouyang Fei's injuries. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down; now was not the time for grief.

"What's the situation outside?" Fu Molan asked, needing to know the latest developments.

Fu Changli composed himself and said in a deep voice, "Master Huanxi is personally leading the team, which has joined forces with several nearby affiliated sects, and is currently doing its utmost to suppress the beast tide. Both sides are suffering heavy casualties. The four demon kings can hold out for the time being due to their advantage in terrain and numbers, but the Huanxi Sect has a deep foundation. If this goes on for too long, I'm afraid..."

She paused, then continued, "However, because the battle at the front is intense, and because of the commotion we caused earlier, the Joyful Sect's attention has been largely drawn to that, and their search of our area has actually loosened. I used the Beast King's Token and our previous cooperation agreement to communicate with several demon kings, and they agreed to let us hide here temporarily."

She looked at the unconscious Ouyang Fei, her eyes resolute: "It's relatively safe here. We can heal Uncle Fei here. Although his injuries are extremely serious, we must not give up as long as there is a glimmer of hope!"

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Huizhou Prefecture.

The master of the house is outside the quiet room.

A sharp sword light descended from the sky, its brilliance fading to reveal Fu Yongxuan's tall and agile figure. She was travel-worn, her brows showing the weariness of returning from a long journey, but her bright and sharp eyes still shone like cold stars, and the aura emanating from her body clearly indicated that she was already at the peak of the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, seemingly only one step away from the late stage.

She strode towards the quiet room. Before she could announce her arrival, the stone door of the quiet room slid open silently, and a refreshing fragrance of elixir mixed with a calm and mountain-like aura wafted out.

indoor.

Fu Changsheng and Liu Meizhen, who had received the message in advance, were looking at her with smiles.

Fu Changsheng was dressed in a green robe, with a handsome face and a short beard that added to his calm demeanor. His aura was harmonious and restrained, like a deep sea current, indicating that he had already reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm!
"Father! Mother!" Upon seeing his parents, Fu Yongxuan's eyes flashed with filial affection. He quickly stepped forward, about to bow, but when his gaze fell on Fu Changsheng, he paused slightly, then a delighted smile bloomed on his face. "Congratulations, Father! You've even surpassed your daughter and reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm!"

She is straightforward and outspoken; this congratulation came from the heart, carrying a touch of playfulness in comparing herself to her father and genuine admiration.

Fu Changsheng laughed heartily and waved his hand casually: "It was just a coincidence. As for you, you've had a hard time on this trip, and your cultivation has improved. It seems you've gained a lot." His eyes were sharp as lightning, and he could naturally see that his daughter's aura was refined and her sword intent was even stronger than before.

Liu Meizhen stepped forward, took her daughter's hand, and examined her carefully: "Xuan'er, did you encounter any danger in the Xuanling Realm?"

"Of course there were dangers, but we overcame them all. Don't worry, Mother, your daughter has returned unharmed!"

She pulled her parents down to sit and began to recount her experiences in the Xuanling Realm, speaking quickly and briskly:
"That Xuanling Realm is truly a treasure trove for cultivation! The richness of its spiritual energy far surpasses that of our Tiannan Continent. High-level spiritual items, which are extremely rare here, are precious there, but not impossible to find..."

She gave a general description of the local customs and cultivation environment of the Xuanling Realm, but when it came to specific matters concerning the Luo family and certain core secrets that the Great Zhou Dynasty explicitly prohibited from being leaked, she cleverly glossed over them with vague phrases such as "some encounters" and "keeping the agreement."

Fu Changsheng and Liu Meizhen were both shrewd people. Seeing their daughter like this, they knew there must be a hidden story involved, a power struggle at the top. They didn't ask any more questions, but listened carefully, their hearts filled with longing and solemnity for the wider world.

After recounting his general experience, Fu Yongxuan seemed to remember something and took out a jade box shrouded in cold air from his storage ring. Inside was a Ganoderma lucidum that looked like an ice sculpture, radiating pure and powerful spiritual energy.

"This is the [Ice Heart Snow Jade Mushroom], an excellent spiritual item to aid in Core Formation. It can calm the mind, resist inner demons, and improve the quality of Core Formation." Fu Yongxuan pushed the jade box towards her parents, her tone natural. "My younger brother Yongjing has already reached the false Core stage, so this is perfect for him. As his older sister, I've been away from home for many years and haven't been able to take good care of him."

She was fiercely protective of her own, and naturally, she was very generous to her younger brother.

Looking at the precious spiritual object, Liu Meizhen's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but she didn't immediately put it away. Instead, she pondered for a moment and said gently to Fu Yongxuan, "Xuan'er is very thoughtful. This item will indeed be of great benefit to Jing'er. However..."

She looked at Fu Changsheng, and the two exchanged a glance.

Liu Meizhen continued:

"Now that the family is growing in size, the rules need to be clearer. All the Golden Core auxiliary spiritual items in the family treasury must be exchanged by family members with contribution points to ensure fairness. Although your gift is well-intentioned, if you give it away privately, it will inevitably arouse criticism from other family members, who will feel that our direct line is biased."

“How about this,” Liu Meizhen smiled slightly and took out a communication talisman, “I will immediately send a message to Yongjing to come over. You personally hand this to him and explain that it was earned by your elder sister through hard work and was specially prepared for him. In this way, you can both fulfill your sibling relationship and make it clear to the clan that this is your private gift and has nothing to do with the clan’s public property, so as to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings in the future.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Yongxuan was taken aback at first, but then understood and readily nodded: "Mother is indeed very thoughtful! We will do as Mother says."

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Inside the Fu family's weapon-refining room, a wave of heat swept through, and the ground fire raged.

Fu Yongjing was holding a piece of metal blank that gleamed with a bluish light, carefully explaining it to a young man beside him who bore a five or six-point resemblance to him but possessed a more composed demeanor and whose cultivation was at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm:

“Brother, this ‘Wind Pattern Iron’ has excellent toughness, but its melting point is also high. When forging my nephew Qinglin’s flying sword, the earth fire’s power needs to be increased by another 30% to completely remove its internal impurities; otherwise, it will affect the subsequent inscription of runes…”

This young man was none other than Fu Yongpeng, the eldest of the quadruplets. He had come here to ask his third brother, Fu Yongjing, who was obsessed with weapon crafting and possessed superb skills, to tailor-make a third-tier spiritual weapon flying sword for his son, Fu Qinglin.

Fu Yongjing spoke with focus, and Fu Yongpeng listened attentively, though a subtle, complex emotion occasionally flashed deep in his eyes.

The quadruplets are as follows: the eldest sister, Fu Yongxuan, is exceptionally talented and was selected into the Luo family at a young age; she is now at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. The third brother, Fu Yongjing, is devoted to weapon crafting, but he is also exceptionally gifted in the art and has already reached the Pseudo-Core realm. The second brother, Fu Yongling, is resilient and has made significant achievements in swordsmanship.

Only he himself was progressing slowly in his cultivation, lacking any outstanding talent in the various arts of immortal cultivation. He was still stuck in the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, managing some of the family's general affairs. Compared to his younger siblings, he inevitably felt somewhat gloomy. Just then, a communication talisman flew into the weapon-refining room and landed in Fu Yongjing's hand.

Fu Yongjing scanned the area with his divine sense, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face: "It's a message from Mother! My eldest sister has returned from the Luo family and is in Father's quiet room. She wants me to go there!" His tone was cheerful, with undisguised joy.

"Eldest sister is back?" Upon hearing this, Fu Yongpeng's heart skipped a beat, followed by an overwhelming surge of bittersweet emotion. His eldest sister, Fu Yongxuan, had returned and summoned her third brother, who was already at the Pseudo-Core Formation stage, alone. Her intention was obvious: she had brought precious cultivation resources! But what about him, her younger brother? Did his eldest sister still remember him?

Jealousy churned within him, but his face remained impassive. Instead, he wore a gentle smile and spoke with just the right amount of nostalgia: "Eldest Sister Yongxuan has not returned for many years, and it has indeed been a long time since we brothers and sisters have gathered together. Third Brother, why don't I go with you? It would be a good opportunity to pay my respects to our eldest sister and prevent her from thinking that we brothers have grown distant."

He spoke eloquently, but what he really wanted to do was remind Fu Yongxuan not to forget that she still had her own younger brother, whose cultivation level was not high!

Fu Yongjing was simple-minded and obsessed with weapon forging. He didn't understand the deeper meaning in his elder brother's words, but he thought they made a lot of sense. He nodded vigorously and said, "Brother is right! It's time for us quadruplets to get together! I'll send a message to my fourth brother right away and tell him to go to Father's place as well!"

As he spoke, he took out a communication talisman and sent a message to Fu Yongling.

Seeing his third brother's jubilant expression, Fu Yongpeng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and he felt even more frustrated. He had only intended to go alone, hoping to curry favor with his eldest sister and perhaps gain more benefits. Now that his second brother, Fu Yongling, who also practiced swordsmanship with his eldest sister, had joined in, wouldn't he have to share the benefits as well? But the words were already out, and he couldn't take them back, so he could only feel secretly annoyed.

Soon, Fu Yongjing pulled Fu Yongpeng along, heading excitedly towards the backyard of the family mansion. Fu Yongpeng followed behind him, a brotherly smile on his face, but in his heart, he was already calculating how to speak to his elder sister when they met, in order to attract her attention and pity to the greatest extent possible.

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Inside the master's quiet room, the aroma of tea wafted gently.

As Fu Yongxuan was talking to her parents, Fu Yongjing's cheerful voice came from outside the door: "Elder sister! We're here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yongjing pulled Fu Yongpeng in, followed by a tall, sharp-looking young man, Fu Yongling, who had rushed over after receiving the message.

"Eldest sister!" Fu Yongling's eyes were filled with joy when she saw Fu Yongxuan. The four quadruplets had a deep bond since childhood. Although their paths had diverged, their blood ties remained unbroken.

When Fu Yongxuan saw his three younger brothers arrive together, he was slightly taken aback at first, but then a bright smile spread across his face as he stood up to greet them: "Yongpeng, Yongjing, Yongling! It's good that you're all here, please have a seat!"

Her gaze swept over the three men, lingering briefly on Fu Yongpeng. She was straightforward but not oblivious, and naturally sensed the subtle restraint and expectation in her elder brother, understanding the situation perfectly.

Fu Yongpeng put on a perfectly timed smile, tinged with emotion: "Elder sister, it's been many years since we last met, and you're even more radiant than before. Your brother is truly happy for you." His tone was sincere, placing himself in a slightly weaker position.

"Yongpeng, what are you saying? We're family, no need to be so formal." Fu Yongxuan laughed heartily, patted him on the shoulder, and then looked at Fu Yongling, "Yongling, your sword intent has become much more refined. It seems you haven't been slacking off."

Fu Yongling chuckled and scratched his head: "I'm still far from being as good as my elder sister."

Liu Meizhen and Fu Changsheng looked at their children gathered together, their eyes filled with tenderness. Liu Meizhen spoke up at the right moment, steer the conversation back to the main topic: "Xuan'er, didn't you have something to give Yongjing?"

Fu Yongxuan then remembered and quickly picked up the jade box shrouded in cold air, stuffing it directly into Fu Yongjing's hand: "Third brother, this is the [Ice Heart Snow Jade Mushroom] that I obtained outside. It will greatly benefit your Core Formation. Keep it safe."

The jade box felt cool to the touch, and the pure spiritual energy emanating from it made Fu Yongjing's eyes light up. Obsessed with refining artifacts, he had a keen sense for spiritual objects and immediately knew this was extraordinary. Without much thought, he happily accepted it: "Thank you, elder sister! With this, my chances of breaking through to the Golden Core stage are much greater!"

Looking at the precious Ice Heart Snow Jade Mushroom, Fu Yongpeng's breathing quickened, and a bitter feeling welled up inside him, but he forced a smile: "Third brother is so lucky to have an elder sister who cares about him so much." He couldn't help but glance at Fu Yongxuan, with a hint of barely perceptible longing in his eyes.

Fu Yongling was genuinely happy for his third brother, who was more straightforward and less calculating.

Fu Yongxuan observed her eldest brother's reaction and sighed inwardly. She was fiercely protective of her younger siblings and always generous to them; naturally, she had prepared gifts for the others as well. How could she only care for her third brother and forget the others? It was only because her mother had reminded her of the need for fairness that she first presented the most suitable Core Formation item for Yongjing.

She smiled, then took out two prepared storage bags and handed them to Fu Yongpeng and Fu Yongling respectively.

"Yongpeng, you've worked hard managing the family's affairs. Here are some pills suitable for those at the Purple Mansion stage to improve their cultivation, as well as a few protective magic items. Take them and don't let them interfere with your own cultivation." She spoke gently, acknowledging Fu Yongpeng's contributions and saving face for him.

Fu Yongpeng took the storage bag and scanned it with his divine sense. The pills inside were full of spiritual energy, and the magic artifacts were of superior quality, far exceeding what he usually used. He was immediately overjoyed, and the bitterness he felt instantly lessened. He quickly said, "Elder sister is too kind. It is only right to share the burden of the family."

“Yongling,” Fu Yongxuan looked at his second brother again, took out a sword box, “This [Flowing Light Sword] is something I obtained by chance. It is a near-fourth-tier sword, which is compatible with your cultivation method and can replace your previous one.”

Fu Yongling was a sword cultivator, and he was most obsessed with precious swords. When he opened the sword box, he saw a long sword with flowing light lying quietly inside. Its sword aura was overwhelming. He immediately fell in love with it and his face lit up with joy: "Thank you, elder sister! This sword is amazing!"

Seeing that his three younger brothers had all received appropriate gifts and the atmosphere was harmonious, Fu Yongxuan said solemnly, "In the end, the path of cultivation depends on oneself. Our Fu family may seem prosperous now, but in reality, dangers lurk beneath the surface. I hope you will all cultivate diligently and help each other!"

Her words were powerful and resonant, expressing both her expectations for her brothers and highlighting the current situation.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yongpeng, Fu Yongjing, and Fu Yongling all suppressed their smiles and solemnly agreed.

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The family banquet was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere. The fragrant dishes prepared by Liu Meizhen were delicious, and the family sat around the table, laughing and chatting, sharing anecdotes about their cultivation and lives, temporarily forgetting the troubles of the outside world. Fu Yongxuan recounted his experiences in the Xuanling Realm, Fu Yongjing excitedly discussed his newfound inspiration for weapon crafting, Fu Yongling exchanged sword insights with his elder sister, and even Fu Yongpeng temporarily set aside his grudges, immersing himself in this rare atmosphere of reunion.

Midway through the banquet, as Fu Changsheng raised his glass to drink with his children, a familiar, emotionless notification suddenly echoed in his mind:
[Ding! Detection indicates that offspring Fu Yong'an has successfully broken through to the Golden Core stage, further solidifying the family's foundation. Reward: One special lottery draw.]

Fu Changsheng's hand, which was holding the glass, paused almost imperceptibly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yong'an successfully formed his Golden Core.

If we include Qingru's, then he will have two special lottery draw opportunities.

He remained outwardly calm, continuing to chat and laugh with his family, temporarily suppressing his joy in his heart.

The banquet ended, and everyone dispersed in high spirits. Fu Yongxuan made an appointment with his brothers to meet again the next day, and then they all went home to rest.

Fu Changsheng whispered a few words to Liu Meizhen, then returned alone to his secluded chamber.

The heavy stone door slowly closed, and layers of array lights shone, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

Inside the secret room, Fu Changsheng sat cross-legged, but did not immediately enter a meditative state. Instead, he had a thought.

The next moment, he appeared atop the Spirit Mountain in the Five Elements Space, with five-colored spiritual veins surging beneath his feet, converging into a sea, and the boundless innate five elements spiritual energy nourishing this world. The ancient wooden house atop the mountain stood quietly, as if it had existed since time immemorial.

Concentrate your mind on the panel in your consciousness.

A virtual roulette wheel, radiating a hazy glow, instantly appeared before his eyes, visible only to him. The wheel was divided into many areas, each shrouded in mist, obscuring its contents. One could only sense the different auras emanating from them—some majestic, some mysterious, some sharp.

"Exchange for a special lottery prize," he murmured to himself.

[One special draw chance has been used; the draw is in progress...]

The virtual roulette wheel suddenly lit up with a dazzling light and began to spin rapidly, its surface churning violently with mist that seemed to contain countless rare treasures. The pointer swept across a series of breathtakingly subtle patterns before gradually slowing down.

Fu Changsheng's gaze followed the movement of the pointer, which finally stopped on a square that exuded a strong sense of vitality and reincarnation.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained a special item: Construction blueprint for the Reincarnation Pool (replica).]

A massive flow of information instantly flooded into Fu Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness. At the same time, a palm-sized gray talisman, covered with extremely complex Heavenly Dao patterns and with what appeared to be a deep spring slowly rotating in its center, appeared out of thin air in his hand. It was warm to the touch, yet as heavy as a mountain.

"The Pool of Reincarnation...a replica?" Fu Changsheng was processing the information in his mind, and even with his current state of mind, he couldn't help but be shocked.

According to the information provided, this "Reincarnation Pool" (a replica) is not a true place of reincarnation, but rather a strange structure that can be built and possesses some reincarnation effects. Its main functions are twofold:

Firstly, it nourishes the spirit and soul, and restores the original essence.

The pool water possesses powerful nourishing properties, having miraculous effects on damage to the soul and depletion of one's vital essence. It can even gently nourish a remnant soul, delaying its dissipation. For Ouyang Fei, who is currently critically injured and on the verge of death with a damaged soul, this is undoubtedly a godsend!

Secondly, it refines the spiritual root and purifies the aptitude.

If permitted, lower-ranking disciples can use the diluted pool water to refine themselves, with a certain chance of increasing the purity of their spiritual roots, and even a slight probability of inducing benign mutations! This effect is nothing short of miraculous for the long-term development of the clan!

Of course, the materials required to build this pool are astronomical, and many of the main materials are unheard of. Furthermore, activating the core rune stone requires a massive amount of spiritual energy and soul power.

But for the Fu family, which is about to be promoted to a fifth-rank noble family...

As long as we can enter the Xuanling Realm, these spiritual materials will not be a problem.

Having processed the immense information overload from the replica of the [Reincarnation Pool], Fu Changsheng was filled with excitement, but he didn't immediately leave the Five Elements Space. He still had one more special lottery draw opportunity.

According to news from the far west, Uncle Fei is now seriously injured, and Mo Lan, Chang Li, and others are hiding in the far west, facing numerous dangers. The conflict between the family and the Joyful Sect has reached a fever pitch. Although he is stationed in Huizhou Prefecture, his thoughts have already flown to the war-torn border. He needs power, he needs a trump card that can directly enhance his own strength or influence the situation in the far west!

With this in mind, Fu Changsheng's consciousness sank into his body, communicating with the [Hope Gu] that had been nurtured deep within his dantian, emitting a hazy, faint light. This Gu was exceptionally mysterious; although it could not directly control the lottery results, it could subtly guide fortune, amplify one's thoughts, and increase the probability of drawing the desired item.

"I hope... that we can get help this time to get out of the predicament in the far west and protect my people!" Fu Changsheng silently prayed, focusing all his thoughts on the keywords "far west", "break the deadlock" and "combat power".

The Hope Gu trembled slightly, and the faint light it emitted seemed to brighten a little. An indescribable, strange fluctuation containing "possibility" merged into Fu Changsheng's soul.

"Exchange for the special lottery!" he commanded in his mind once again.

[One special draw chance has been used; the draw is in progress...]

The virtual roulette wheel shone brightly once more, spinning rapidly.

The pointer swept across areas radiating sharp sword intent, heavy defense, and the aura of profound formations, finally stopping tremblingly on a single grid. This grid didn't simply exude power or mystery; rather, it emanated a… almost rule-like, domineering aura that transcended ordinary strength!
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained a special item: [Forbidden Talisman: Drawing a Circle as a Prison] .]

A talisman, neither gold nor jade, of unknown material, and entirely dark gold in color, appeared in Fu Changsheng's hand. The talisman did not bear ordinary cinnabar runes, but rather strange patterns that appeared naturally formed, containing laws of confinement and space. It looked like a simply drawn circle, completely sealing off the internal space. The talisman itself showed no spiritual energy fluctuations, yet it gave off a feeling of immense weight and unshakeable power.

At the same time, information about this talisman flooded into Fu Changsheng's mind:
[Forbidden Talisman: Drawing a circle on the ground as a prison].

Disposable consumables.

Once activated, it can instantly create an absolute spatial restriction within a radius of 100 miles. The restriction lasts for twelve hours.

During this period:

First, the restriction completely isolates the internal and external spaces, making it extremely difficult for external attacks to penetrate, and internal attacks cannot affect the external space.

Second, all targets within the restricted area will have their cultivation level forcibly suppressed by one major realm. Even Nascent Soul cultivators will be suppressed to the Golden Core realm. The one who initiates the attack is not subject to this restriction.

Third, it cannot be destroyed: Once the restriction is formed, it cannot be forcibly broken within the time limit unless one has a cultivation level of late Nascent Soul stage or above or possesses special restriction-breaking supernatural abilities.

"Drawing a circle on the ground as a prison..." Fu Changsheng held the dark gold talisman, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light!
This item is practically tailor-made for his upcoming trip to the far west!
Whether used to trap and kill a powerful enemy, to create an absolutely safe temporary shelter, or to divide the battlefield and besiege reinforcements, it can have a decisive effect and turn the tide of battle!
"The Hope Gu truly lives up to its name!" Fu Changsheng thought with excitement.

He carefully put away the forbidden talisman and kept it safe together with the blueprints for the Reincarnation Pool.

"It's time... to set off."

Exit the Five Elements Space.

Fu Changsheng did not rush to emerge from seclusion. Instead, he first used the Shadow Gate Mask to send an encrypted message to Fu Changli, who was deep in the Yunlang Mountains, inquiring about their current location, Ouyang Fei's latest situation, and the movements of the Joyful Sect. He needed the most accurate intelligence to plan his actions.

At the same time, he summoned Liu Meizhen.

In the secret room, Liu Meizhen looked at the unusual sharpness and determination in her husband's eyes and understood: "You're going to the far west?"

Fu Changsheng nodded, not hiding anything: "Uncle Fei's injuries can't be delayed any longer, Mo Lan and the others are in danger, and the Huanxi Sect is being aggressive. I have to go."

“I’ll take care of everything at home.” Liu Meizhen held Fu Changsheng’s hand, her tone firm. “Yongxuan has just returned, so let her stay in the family to oversee things for now. Yongjing is about to form his core, and I will personally look after him. You… be careful in everything you do.”

Fu Changsheng grasped her hand in return: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I will definitely bring Mo Lan and the others back safely."

He didn't make a big fuss, and didn't even inform Fu Yongxuan and the others. The next day, he announced a short-term seclusion, citing the need to consolidate his cultivation.

However, just as the night deepened, a faint, elusive light quietly left the Fu family.

(End of this chapter)