Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 113: Master and Disciple Reunion, Entrustment of Life

On this day, Lin Fan sat cross-legged in the cave, immersed in cultivation.

Strands of spiritual energy flowed freely along his meridians like nimble fish, and finally slowly gathered in his dantian, making his whole body surrounded by a faint halo.

Suddenly, the magic circle in the cave began to fluctuate slightly, as if a small stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

A sound transmission note carrying a strange spiritual power floated over like light willow catkins.

Lin Fan raised his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He reached out and took the sound transmission talisman steadily, injected spiritual power into it and sensed it carefully, and found out that it was someone from the Chen family who came to visit.

Although he was full of doubts, he quickly stood up, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and his spiritual power flowed as he moved. With a wave of his hand, he opened the restrictions of the cave.

I saw a Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing Chen family clothing standing respectfully outside the cave.

This man was none other than the pale-faced scholar who had stepped into the "Bloody Forbidden Land" with Lin Fan many years ago. However, time passed quickly, and he was now middle-aged. His handsome and elegant appearance was no longer there, and the years had left traces of both deep and shallow marks on his face.

When this person saw Lin Fan appear, he hurried forward, clasped his hands together, bent his waist to a ninety-degree angle, and bowed deeply. His tone was full of respect: "I am Chen Youfeng, and I am honored to meet Uncle Lin."

Lin Fan nodded slightly and said, "Brother Chen, it's been years since we last met. I wonder how you've been doing lately? We fought together back then, didn't we?"

Chen Youfeng quickly responded, "I'm not worthy of this honor. I'm overwhelmed. Thanks to the help of my predecessors, I was able to complete my picking mission, obtain a foundation-building pill, and successfully establish my foundation. It's a pity that the other two weren't so lucky, and they've both passed away."

After saying that, a sighing expression appeared on his face.

"Really? Then you have quite a strong connection with the immortals.

"I wonder what Brother Chen is here for this time?" Lin Fan asked.

Chen Youfeng straightened up, his expression serious. "I dare not. In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected. From now on, please do not call me Brother Chen. This time I came to see Uncle Lin because your master, Chen Minghui, wants to invite you to the Chen family to meet you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan thought to himself: It seems that Master Chen Minghui's lifespan is drawing to a close. He had been navigating the world of immortal cultivation for many years, and had already developed a keen intuition. He was also familiar with the records in the original text.

Although Chen Minghui won a lot of cultivation resources in gambling in his early years due to his own reasons, the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul stage was like an insurmountable chasm.

There is a high probability that the breakthrough failed, and perhaps he has not even reached the peak of the Dan stage.

However, no matter what the reason is, it has little to do with Lin Fan.

After a brief pause, Lin Fan said calmly, "Let's go. Lead the way. It's been quite a few years since I last saw Master."

Chen Youfeng responded, turning and leading the way. Along the way, the two passed through a valley shrouded in mist, the clouds and mist wisping like a veil, and passed by the shimmering Spirit Lake, the waters shimmering with vibrant light like countless tiny gems. Before long, they arrived at the Chen family's residence.

The two landed in front of the Chen family's ancient ancestral home.

The door of the ancestral home was closed, and the copper ring on the door emitted a dull luster, as if silently telling the vicissitudes of time.

Chen Youfeng raised his hand and knocked gently on the door. The "bang bang" sound echoed in the silence.

With a "creak", the door slowly opened, and an old and ancient atmosphere blew in, as if time had gone back, bringing people back to the past.

Lin Fan walked into the ancestral home, passing through a winding corridor whose carvings were slightly mottled by the erosion of time. He walked around a quiet and peaceful courtyard where several old trees stood quietly, witnessing the rise and fall of the family. Finally, he stopped in front of a quiet room.

The door of the quiet room was half-open, and a dim light leaked through the gap, outlining an irregular light and shadow on the ground.

Lin Fan approached gently, his footsteps carefully lightened, the soles of his shoes scraping against the ground, making a subtle rustling sound. Through the crack in the door, the scene inside the house came into view.

A white-haired old man was sitting upright on a cushion, his back slightly hunched, like an old tree bent by the years.

He was hunched over, a stark contrast to the upright, high-spirited Master Lin Fan remembered. His white hair fell tangled on his shoulders, and his bony hands, veins like snaking earthworms crawling across the backs of his hands, resting quietly on his knees.

The old man's profile was no longer strong, his skin was sagging, and his wrinkles were carved into his face. His eyes were slightly closed in his deep eye sockets, and his gaze was cloudy, full of fatigue and vicissitudes. He had completely lost the sharpness and spirit of a cultivator in the past, as if he had been carved away by the ruthless knife of time and had lost his former edge.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, raised his hand and gently pushed open the door of the quiet room, calling softly, "Master, I, your disciple Lin Fan, am here to see you."

"Oh, it's Fan'er. After all these years, you've already reached the middle stage of the Core Formation Realm. Not bad, not bad! Sit down!"

A smile appeared on Chen Minghui's face. Although he looked a little weak, his eyes were full of relief.

Lin Fan sat down beside him as he was told, his expression respectful as he asked, "Master, do you have any instructions for me?"

Chen Minghui did not answer immediately, but raised his hand and asked someone to serve tea to Lin Fan.

When the aroma of tea rose and filled the quiet room, he slowly spoke, his tone more melancholy: "Fan'er, I'm sure you can see that my life span is coming to an end. I only have ten years left at most."

Lin Fan was slightly startled, his eyes subconsciously falling on Chen Minghui's white hair and weathered face, and he remained silent.

Chen Minghui sighed softly and continued, "Master's life has not been lived in vain, but he is still worried about the Chen family.

Therefore, I want to shamelessly ask you, for the sake of our relationship as master and disciple, to take good care of the Chen family in the future."

"I know that the rise and fall of a force is a natural law and has its own destiny." Chen Minghui spoke slowly, with a hint of sigh in his voice. He raised his hand and gently stroked the teacup beside him. His movements were slow, as if he was lost in long-lost memories.

"The world of immortal cultivation is ever-changing, with the strong preying on the weak. New sects rise every moment, while old ones decline and disappear.

But I just can't let go of the Chen family." His eyes narrowed slightly, looking towards the corner of the quiet room, as if it contained the Chen family's rise and fall over the past few centuries. "After all, this is where I was born and raised. How can I just let go of the relationship we've had for hundreds of years?"

"Fan'er..." Hearing this call, Lin Fan's thoughts were instantly pulled back.

He raised his eyes to look at Chen Minghui, and what came into his sight was the Master's face full of vicissitudes and earnestness, and a pang of bitterness rose in his heart.

If you don't become an immortal, there will be a day when your life span will run out, and you still have a long way to go.

After coming to his senses, Lin Fan's expression became stern, his face filled with solemnity. He spoke in a firm and resounding voice, "Master, rest assured. As long as I remain in Yellow Maple Valley, I will do my best to protect the Chen family."

He paused slightly, his mind racing with thoughts of how to reassure Chen Minghui, and then added, "If Master still has concerns, I have other options."

At this point, Lin Fan hesitated for a moment. After all, taking in a concubine or becoming a personal disciple were both extremely important decisions. But when he thought about how his master treated him quite well, he felt that he was much luckier than Han Li.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and said, “Disciple can choose a woman from the Chen family to be your concubine.

In this way, through this marriage relationship, the Chen family and the disciples have a closer blood bond.

From now on, whether it's open or covert fighting within the world of immortal cultivation, or a struggle for resources, anyone who attempts to harm the Chen family will have to consider the consequences of opposing our disciples."

"Or," Lin Fan changed the subject, "I will select a child from the Chen family with excellent aptitude and good character and take him in as my personal disciple. I will definitely train him with all my strength from now on."

After hearing this, Chen Minghui did not answer immediately. He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He knew in his heart that these two proposals were rare opportunities for the Chen family, but they were also accompanied by many considerations.

Although taking a concubine can establish a close in-law relationship between the Chen family and Lin Fan, there are also many disputes caused by concubines in the world of immortal cultivation.

Accepting a disciple as a personal disciple can certainly cultivate a cultivator with great prospects for the family, but it also depends on the child's own qualifications and luck. If the training fails, the opportunity may be missed.

(End of this chapter)