From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 49 Immortality Seed

The second day of the first lunar month, Peach Blossom Spring, a peaceful and busy day.

Sunny weather.

Chen Xuan got up earlier than usual. After slowly practicing some boxing in the yard, he ate some porridge and rice, and pushed the door open and walked out.

In the quiet alleys in the early morning, there are charred fragments of bamboo burning and exploding in front of each house.

Yesterday was the first day of the new year. Peach Blossom Spring was set off in front of the courtyard to ward off evil spirits from the mountains and drive away plagues and evil spirits. The one who was destined by heaven [Changshengzhong] led the ancients to worship the ancient mountain gods in order to pray for good luck and peace, so he had no time to summon outsiders from later generations.

When Chen Xuan first arrived yesterday, the first thing he did was to scout the area and plan his escape route. After a night, he was cautious by nature and once again measured this ancient village with his feet.

If seen by outsiders, he would definitely be considered a tourist attracted by the scenery of the village.

There are many people in later generations who behaved similarly to Chen Xuan.

"Fellow Daoist Ye!"

When Chen Xuan passed a fork in the road, he saw Ye Kui in the distance with a sword hanging from his waist, also strolling and looking at the village. He was immediately delighted.

"Ok?"

Ye Kui turned his head and glanced at Chen Xuan who was greeting him enthusiastically from a distance. His eyelids twitched and he immediately turned into another path and ran away.

It's this person again!

Every time he saw this person, his eyes were burning and overly enthusiastic... But since he was one of the protagonists of this world, it was inevitable that he would be infatuated with and worship such a passerby.

But Ye Kui was aloof and arrogant, and was not good at dealing with this kind of people. The other party's friendly attitude made him unable to get angry, so he could only avoid him when he met him.

"Uh……"

Seeing this, Chen Xuan pulled the corner of his mouth slightly embarrassedly, and his arm that was hovering in the air slowly fell down.

In the ancient village in the early morning, Yan Yushu pushed open the window of the two-story building, leaned out her beautiful figure, and breathed in the fresh air... Chen Xuan, Ye Kui, a black-robed figure, a young man in white holding a sword, a majestic tiger demon carrying a magic knife, a red fox... one figure after another gathered towards the one with destiny.

When the morning mist dissipated, practitioners of Qi and ghosts gathered in front of the ancestral hall in the center of the village.

After Chen Xuan arrived, he stood far away in a corner where no one noticed him.

Thousands of Qi practitioners and ghosts from Chiya City, Nanhuang, and a few other inter-regional forces poured into Taohuayuan, but in the end, only thirty or forty of them successfully entered the village.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, they all have their own circles.

First up was Chiya City, where Yan Yushu, who had the highest status, was in the lead. Around him gathered more than a dozen disciples from orthodox Qi-training families. They talked to each other, and the atmosphere was most harmonious.

Next are the ghosts and monsters in the Southern Wilderness. These monsters have various shapes and types, but many of them are in hostile relationships and fight on their own. Moreover, individual groups are often small in number, and individuals like to be alone.

A tiger demon, about six or seven ghosts gathered around it. The demon stood about ten feet tall, with an imposing figure, a broad chest, and explosive muscles. It carried a large sword on its back. A red fox sat on the demon's shoulder, tugging at one of its whiskers and pointing at Chen Xuan's position, gesturing and saying something.

Apart from these two forces, most other Qi practitioners gather in groups of three or four, or simply act alone.

"Ah, is it you?"

A girl with a round face, with her hands behind her back, suddenly came up to Chen Xuan. Her big eyes flickered with a bright flaming light.

Wang Linger.

The descendant of Wang Zhenyang, a great cultivator in the Daozang realm of Chiya City.

Whether relying on the legacy of her ancestors or relying on her own talents, she is qualified to come here, but apart from her, no one else in the Chu family, Li family, Wu family and other families that are dependent on her family have such good luck.

The road is cold and cruel, and many people will be left behind. This is an unavoidable cruelty.

"Ah."

Chen Xuan replied.

The two of them only met once, and after saying hello, Wang Linger walked towards where Yan Yushu was. She was the daughter of a noble family in Chiya City, and that was where she should stand.

"Crack!"

Soon after, the gates of the ancient village ancestral hall opened, and a group of majestic, weapon-wielding ancient figures filed out, glaring at the group of Qi practitioners with eager eyes. Then, the ancient scholar from yesterday walked out and said loudly:

"Ancestor Liu Jiao is ready, you can come in."

After a pause, the ancient scholar, with a serious expression, sternly warned, "The items in the ancestral hall are very valuable. Many are antiques used by ancient Qi practitioners. You are not allowed to touch anything without permission, otherwise there will be a bloody disaster. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Everyone looked at each other, and then obediently followed the ancient scholar into the ancestral hall.

Soon, Chen Xuan saw with his own eyes the legendary ancestor of the destiny named Liu Jiao.

The species of immortality.

Liu Jiao was wearing a linen shirt and straw sandals. He had an ordinary appearance, one of those ordinary looks that no one in the crowd would even glance at.

He looks very young...just an ordinary young man in his twenties.

"Time and years are eternally frozen in him."

Chen Xuan thought, based on the information he knew, the outside world described this destiny person named Liu Jiao as:
"Nothing in this world is older than him, not even the immortals and saints."

Time cuts away everything like a knife. In the endless river of time, mountains and seas crumble, ancient mountain gods decay into ashes, ancient sages disappear into oblivion, and all that was once great is eventually washed away by the wind and rain...

Only Liu Jiao will live forever in this world.

This is one of the few recorded cases in the world where people have a good ending.

"In the beginning of the ancient times, who preached it?"

Liu Jiao's eyes were calm as he sat on the steps, facing everyone, and continued:

"In ancient times, a phoenix fell to the earth, blazing fires burned the sky, leaving thousands of miles of land barren. A severe drought struck the land, and for years, no food grew. Countless ancient people starved to death. The phoenix was the food of the ancient mountain gods of this area. Humans were not allowed to touch it, but if they didn't eat it, they would starve to death. One ancient man stood up, led his tribe, and was the first to devour the phoenix's flesh and blood..."

"That year, I, Liu Jiao, was eighteen years old and married my first wife..."

"..."

Chen Xuan listened to Liu Jiao's mumbling, recalling the records about the Shanhai Era in ancient books. After a little thought, he knew who he was talking about.

Ginger, ginger family.

One of the earliest ancient Qi practitioners.

An ancient sage born from the blood of a phoenix.

The red Qi of fire among the twelve Qi of mountains and seas is because of the Taoist tradition he established. His "burning of mountains and boiling of seas" refers to the 100,000 ancient mountains and seas.

Of course, the Chiqi sect later produced countless immortals and sages, each of whom shone brightly in an era, but there is no doubt that the most famous must be this ancient sage who fought against the ancient mountain gods and flattened countless ancient mountains and seas.

"Rumor has it that the Fire Emperor of the ancient Chu State, who reigned for thousands of years, had the rare bloodline of Jiang."

Chen Xuan complained in his heart, and then continued to listen to Liu Jiao's story of the past. In fact, these words were very old-fashioned, because Liu Jiao said them every twenty years, and they had long been widely circulated in the outside world.

Liu Jiao is an ancient person who survived from the Mountain and Sea Era.

However, this immortal species who will live forever in the world cannot practice cultivation, and he has no chance of obtaining immortal energy.

Perhaps because of his physical condition, or perhaps it is the price of immortality, Liu Jiao can only be a bystander of this magnificent world, rather than the master of its changing circumstances.

He tried many methods, but he couldn't even give birth to offspring with the qualifications to practice Qi.

Over the past millennia, Liu Jiao's old friends drifted away like leaves blown by the autumn wind. The ancients in Peach Blossom Spring were his descendants for who knows how many thousandth generation. He could only watch helplessly and indifferently as all this happened, unable to do anything...

Is this luck or cruelty?

No one knows.

"How can we make Liu Jiao use the power of the Immortality Seed? Xinzhai also needs to make progress."

Chen Xuan was in the crowd, his fingers rubbing the letter in his sleeve, and he thought to himself, "Should I fight him?"

(End of this chapter)