Ziwei Immortal Path

Chapter 28: Mother's Worry When Her Son Is Away

Yunfu County, Jinguang Town, Qiumu Mountain.

Lin.

A streak of light streaked across the sky, flying from the sky.

"Buzz!"

The Qiumu Mountain's protective formation had just lit up when someone took out a token, rushed in, and quickly fell into the mountain.

The man who came had a strong forehead and a sturdy neck, a stern face, and was no more than forty years old. He was tall and slender, wearing a light blue Taoist robe and a long sword at his waist. He landed in the square in the mountains, but seeing no one around, he could not help but draw his sword and shouted angrily:

"I am the envoy of the Immortal Sect, and I have come here on orders. Who is stationed at the Lin family's Qiumu Mountain?"

The sound was so powerful that it resounded through the sky, and for a moment the entire Qiumu Mountain was covered by it.

The crowd was in an uproar, and many of the Lin family members who were studying in the mountains and the palace came out one after another.

In a guest house in the mountains, a burly, broad-eared, middle-aged man in black was sitting on a couch eating wine and meat. Suddenly he heard a noise outside, his expression changed drastically, he wiped his mouth and butt in a hurry, and rushed out.

"Who are you?"

The visitor frowned and looked at the smiling man in black in front of him.

The man in black nodded and bowed, smiling, "Reporting to the envoy, the head of the Xiaoxiu Lin family, Lin Huaisheng, has been ordered to garrison Qiumu Mountain."

"You are already in the early stages of foundation building, how can you be called a minor cultivator? Don't be so slick!"

The man glanced at him and said something coldly, then turned his nose up and said indifferently,

"I'm Jiang Yuanli, a cultivator from the Huaiyou Immortal Sect. I've come to inform you that the east bank of the Jianshui River reported an emergency a month ago. Xu Wuding of the Huaishang Xu Clan was killed in battle, and the ringleader has been eliminated, but only a group of water monsters have escaped. These monsters have moved upstream along the Jianshui River, likely bypassing Fangcunjian from the east side of Xinyue Lake and fleeing to the south bank. The fighting in Sishui is intense, and there are no more people available from the Xinyue Lake clans. You should take your men there to investigate."

"Xu Wuding...died in battle..."

Lin Huaisheng was shocked. Seeing the immortal cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building speaking indifferently, he immediately felt an uproar in his heart.

The Lin family was originally from the Huai River, not far from the Xu family. The ancestor of the Xu family, Xu Wuding, was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, but he died in battle. The degree of tragedy can be imagined.

But even so, what can we do? Now the Lin family has left and the mountain is empty, and there is no one left to use.

As early as six years ago, all the cultivators of the Lin family who were at the foundation-building stage and above were taken to Sishui by the family's ancestor Lin Yinlu. Only the two brothers Lin Huaisheng and Lin Huaile from the small sect were left to guard the entire Qiumu Mountain.

"Your Excellency, our Qiumu Mountain is now deserted. I am the only one left in the Foundation Establishment stage. I am stationed here under the order of my ancestor. If I leave... I'm afraid something might go wrong!"

Lin Huaisheng didn't dare to refuse directly and said it embarrassedly.

What he said was reasonable. His younger brother Lin Huaile was only at the sixth level of Condensation. After all, the ancestor of the family, Lin Yinlu, was a Huangting Feathered Master of the Huaishang Immortal Sect. Although he was just a beginner, he was still a Huangting Immortal. If such a family did not have a Foundation Establishment Master to guard it, if some ill-intentioned wandering cultivator broke through the mountain gate, wouldn't they be laughed at by the world?

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuanli glanced at him with disdain and snorted,

"Right now, the Qingshen Realm is peaceful and sound. They are just a bunch of awakening demons, at most a few in the early stages of transformation. You, a dignified Foundation Establishment Taoist priest, can kill them in a few days with seven or eight Yuan Condensation cultivators. Don't you know the benefits of the inner elixir of this transformed demon?"

Hearing this, Lin Huaisheng didn't know what was going on. He immediately felt angry and thought to himself:

"The Immortal Sect gave you this mission, but you gave it to me. My Lin family belongs to Huaishang, not the Huaiyou Immortal Sect. Why should I obey your orders?"

"It's good to be able to kill the demon spirit in the transformation stage and take the pill, but how can I handle something that you, a middle-stage foundation-building cultivator, can't even handle?"

He cursed in his heart but didn't dare to say anything. After all, he was just a descendant of the immortal family, and even from a small sect, not a disciple of the immortal sect. The gap between the two was huge.

What's more, the person in front of him is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building of the Immortal Sect.

Even though the two people's realms seem to be only one level apart, after building the foundation, the difficulty of cultivation increases sharply, and the cultivation level increases exponentially.

It would be effortless for an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building to kill two Taoists in the early stage of foundation building as long as he is not ambushed.

The cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building in this immortal sect are even more different. They have all kinds of magic tools, talismans, and elixirs, which are better than ordinary cultivators. It can even be said that it is common for one person to kill two or three ordinary cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.

Lin Huaisheng had just entered the foundation-building stage, so he naturally weighed the importance of this matter in his mind. How could he dare to offend the people of the Immortal Sect easily?

Although he lacked strength, he was smart and he guessed Jiang Yuanli's intention in a blink of an eye.

Just as expected, a great battle took place in Jianshui last month, and the dike at the east entrance burst. A group of water monsters took advantage of the chaos to escape, went upstream along Jianshui, ran to Xinyue Lake, and then disappeared without a trace.

Following the order of the Immortal Sect, Jiang Yuanli followed the Jianshui River all the way to Xinyue Lake to eliminate the monsters. However, after searching for almost a month, the water monsters disappeared after arriving at Xinyue Lake. He then flew to the south bank and wandered around for a long time, even crossing the Huai River and running to the Fei family's land in the south, but found no trace of any water monsters.

He lost his patience for a moment. He was in charge of Jianshui and had a lot of complicated affairs. He was naturally clear about the situation of the various families in Xinyue Lake. He did not dare to trouble Fangcunjian and only looked towards Qiumu Mountain on the east bank.

"Humph! Is the inner elixir so easy to obtain? A river of water almost emptied out the entire Huaishang, Jiangzuo, and Huaiyou families. Who knows what your Immortal Sect is up to? The head of the family is not here, so we can't just accept it in vain. We might as well divert this disaster to his family!"

Lin Huaisheng's mind raced, and in a moment he came up with a plan. He rubbed his hands and smiled:
"That's right, it's just that there's really no one at home, and we're really stretched a little. Why don't you go to the Chen family in Jiangzuo or the Fei family in Nanhuai to take a look? Most of the land on the south bank of Xinyue Lake is under the Chen family's control, and the Fei family's territory is only a few hundred miles south. I heard that the ancestor of the Fei family is still in the mountains..."

"enough!"

Jiang Yuanli raised his eyebrows, his anger flared up, and he said in a deep voice:

"Lin Family Zongzheng, you must understand that I am here to inform your family, not to discuss with you!"

"I am following the orders of [Langfeng Peak] on the Huai River, coordinating with Jianshui and Sishui. I have the authority to coordinate the four sects' clans. [Langfeng Peak] is the residence of the Immortal Master, and this is the Immortal Master's order. Do you think you can disobey?"

"Zifu…Zhenren?"

When Lin Huaisheng heard the three words "Langfeng Peak", his heart trembled with fear, his face turned pale, and he didn't dare to breathe. He just clasped his fists and bowed his head and said:

"Huai, Huaishang Lin family disciple Lin Huaisheng obeys the order!"

"Humph!"

Jiang Yuanli snorted and said:
"Mr. Lin, I have a piece of advice for you. You are just a small clan leader. It is best for you to focus on your family and not overthink things!"

"The Chen family of Jiangzuo Wuyin, like your Jinguang Lin family, are all in Sishui at this moment. And in Nanhuai County, there is a key position guarding the Southern Witch. How can they leave so easily? The calculations are heard by the heavens, how can you, a mere descendant of the immortal family, figure it out? Be careful of your words, or you will cause disaster! The Manchu race will be annihilated!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, stepped into the air, and said coldly:

"Hurry up and come back!" After Jiang Yuanli left, Lin Huaisheng raised his head and showed a strange smile. A man hiding in the distance came over. It was his younger brother Lin Huaile, who looked very young and was only in his early twenties. He asked:
"Brother, this is really bad luck. If I go, I will go against the order of the family. If I don't go, I will go against the order of the immortal sect. What should I do?"

"Go! Why don't you go!"

Lin Huaisheng laughed and said, "This Jiang guy is also an idiot. If he hadn't said that last sentence, I really wouldn't want to go. He's just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he dares to use the Purple Mansion to pressure me? And he even said [Langfeng Peak], I don't believe his lies! After all, we are descendants of Huangting Feathered Scholars, how can we be easily controlled by him!"

Lin Huaile didn't understand for a moment and wondered, "Brother, I don't understand what you are saying. Should we go or not?"

"go with!"

Lin Huaisheng looked at him coldly and said softly,

"Didn't you just hear what he said? The Chen family is completely wiped out! I'm afraid they haven't even established their foundation yet! Otherwise, the sea monster is probably on the Chen family's territory on the south bank. Why would this Jiang go so far?"

"Such a good opportunity, why don't we seize it? The water monster is taking the blame for us up ahead, and we're hiding behind it to reap the benefits. How can we let go of such a good opportunity given by God?"

"Chen Yuanbai relied on his early arrival at Huangting before my ancestor and has been opposing my family for the past thirty years. The Jianshui Rebellion of recent years has left Jinguang Town with refugees everywhere. If I don't go to his territory and turn it upside down, I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Lin Huaile suddenly came to his senses and instantly understood his brother's intention. He thought to himself that it was really a brilliant idea. He would use the excuse of attacking Guo to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Once the water monster was eliminated, there would be no evidence. It was simply perfect.

The two brothers looked at each other and burst into laughter unconsciously.

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The night sky was bright and the stars were sparse. Chen Baochong leaned forward slightly, controlled the flying sword, and flew straight south.

The flying sword under his feet is named [Biwei]. It is a magic sword used by his master, Huangting Yushi Pei Shaoyao in his early years to build a foundation.

Because of his special fondness for this last disciple, he specially gifted him this sword.

Chen Baochong felt like he had received a treasure for this gift and was very grateful. He often wiped it and never left it for a moment.

After a while, Chen Baochong was thousands of feet above the reed marshes on the south bank. Looking down at the playground where he had played since childhood under the night sky, his heart surged with emotion. Suddenly, he noticed a few green lights flickering on the shore. He quickly gathered his breath and couldn't help but think to himself:

"I wonder which cultivators have come here to gather the [Spring Breeze Yishui], but we must hurry. Tomorrow is Grain Rain, and after tonight this spiritual energy will be gone."

He had been in the Immortal Sect for many years, so he naturally knew about the spiritual energy at his doorstep. It was a pity that he often bathed in this spiritual energy when he was a child without knowing it. He didn't expect that after he grew up and knew it, he would not be able to come back.

It's just like how fate plays tricks on us.

He sighed softly and looked at a small courtyard not far away. Suddenly, his chest heaved, he lowered his body, and flew straight over.

After putting away the sword, he gently fell into the courtyard.

The inner room was dim and there was only a small yellow light as small as a bean.

"It's so late, and Mom and Dad are still awake? Huh? Why are there only one person here?"

Chen Baochong probed with his spiritual sense and felt confused, but he couldn't help showing off, so he made an invisibility gesture and tiptoed in, pushing the door open.

At this moment, he had broken through the three levels of his spiritual energy and was only one step away from entering the foundation-building stage. His spiritual awareness was already quite high. As soon as he entered the outer room, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see his hand in front of him, but to him it was as bright as day.

He walked around the table lightly and went straight to push open the door of his parents' inner room.

"Squeak!"

There was a slight sound from the door!
Old man Chen had not returned yet, and Huang had not blown out the lights. She was half lying on the bed, hugging the quilt and waking up and falling asleep. Suddenly she heard a sound and thought the old man had returned. She looked up, but there was no one there.

"Why did the door open?"

Huang was stunned for a long while, then grumbled, got out of bed, put on her slippers, walked to the door, and stuck her head out to look. It was pitch black outside, so she called out:
"The child's father!"

Chen Baochong stood silently behind her. He hadn't seen his mother for ten years. She had aged a lot, with white hair and tears streaming down her face. He wanted to hug her from behind, but when she heard someone calling out "Old Man Chen," she immediately felt something was wrong.
"Did Dad go to town?"

"No, if Dad had gone to town, Mom wouldn't have called him, let alone left the lights on at this time. Mom was waiting for him, but where would he have gone so late at night?"

The more Chen Baochong thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He quickly showed up, but before he could finish his words, he began to sob again: "Mother... I'm back..."

Huang had just turned around when she suddenly saw a tall, handsome young man standing behind her. She was so frightened that she took three steps back and leaned against the door, almost choking. It was not until she heard a voice that she took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking, her voice was trembling, and she stared at Chen Baochong with her eyes. She said in a trembling voice, "You... are... Chong'er?"

Chen Baochong's knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground, weeping, "My son... is unfilial... I've been away from home for many years... and haven't been able to help the family at all..."

"Chong'er!"

Huang stretched out her withered hand and stroked his face tremblingly, tears falling uncontrollably as she cried,
"Chong'er, you... you are really Chong'er... you have grown up so much, I can't recognize you anymore, I almost can't remember you..."

After saying that, she also knelt on the ground, hugged him in her arms, and burst into tears.

The mother and son had not seen each other for ten years, and their appearances had changed a lot. Chen Baochong had grown from an eight-year-old boy into a tall and handsome young man. Only Huang could feel the complicated feelings involved.

I have mixed feelings that are indescribable.

These cries were heart-wrenching, and only in this way could the old man release the suppressed and tormented emotions he had endured for the past ten years.

A mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles away. All she wishes for is for him to be safe.

Don’t let your clothes be cold and your face be thin, for you will have dreams every night behind the wooden door.

"Mother...Mother...take a rest..."

Although Chen Baochong was overwhelmed with emotion, he was still concerned about his father. So he helped Huang up, choking with sobs, wiped the tears from her wrinkled face, and asked, "Mother, don't cry. Where is my father? Where did he go?"

Huang held her son's hand tightly, fearing that her child would disappear if she let go. At this moment, she felt like she was dreaming and could not believe that the person in front of her was really her beloved son.

After hearing the child ask again, he slowly came to his senses, wept with joy, wiped his tears, and said:

"Chong'er...don't worry, don't worry. Your father has been looking for an immortal for a while. He should be back soon. Tell mother where you have been these past few years and how you are doing."

"Fairy?"

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