I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 99 Wedding Dress and Funeral Garment

Inside the cave, the cold air was almost solidified.

He Fengchao's fingers gently brushed across the woman's long, black hair in the ice coffin.

His movements were so gentle that an uninformed person would surely think he was a kind elder who doted on his younger relatives.

"Ancestor..."

He Jianjia did not move.

But the ice coffin made a soft creaking sound as her body trembled slightly.

"Please...stop."

The voice was broken, carrying a desperate plea.

"I don't want to...I don't want to end up like my aunts..."

He Fengchao abruptly stopped stroking his hair.

The old man's face held just the right amount of kindness, like a beach after the tide has receded, drying up and disappearing to reveal the hard rocks underneath.

Expressionless.

In his murky old eyes, there was only a pool of stagnant water.

"In no mood?"

He spoke calmly, without a trace of anger, even colder than the ancient ice: "Born into the He family, I enjoyed decades of wealth and glory, and used countless spiritual medicines from the family to prolong my life."

"Now it's time to pay back the debt, and you're telling me you don't want to?"

"Girl, think it over carefully. How many more days can your body hold out? If I'm gone, do you want to rot in the mud, or do you want to stay here and do your last bit for the family?"

He Jianjia was not given any chance to respond.

With a wave of his sleeve.

"Boom!"

The heavy ice coffin lid flew into the air, closed tightly, and sealed shut.

All the pleas and fears were sealed within a crystal-clear coffin.

He Fengchao didn't look at the ice coffin again, and made a hand seal with one hand.

The water in the pool surged.

The giant tortoise, as large as a small mountain, let out a deep, muffled roar, lifted the ice coffin, and slowly sank into the depths of the pool.

He Fengchao stood by the pool and raised his left hand.

On the withered back of his hand, there was a deep, white scar that revealed the bone, with the skin and flesh around the wound torn up.

Although it has been scabbed over for many years, it still exudes a chilling aura of gold.

"Jade Chapter..."

He clenched his fists: "You think you can climb into the Purple Mansion by stepping on us old bones?"

"Oh."

"Just you wait!"

Step out of the oppressive, forbidden underground.

In the back garden of the He family's old house, withered leaves rustled in the desolation.

Under an ancient locust tree that requires three people to encircle, a middle-aged man stood quietly.

He wore a simple long gown, but what was most striking was the thick white cloth wrapped around his eyes.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned his head but did not bow.

He Fengchao glanced at him, but didn't stop, walking straight past him and casually asking, "Fourth Brother, something's up?"

The man referred to as the fourth brother remained silent.

His hands, hidden in his sleeves, clenched and unclenched repeatedly, revealing prominent veins.

A long time passed.

He seemed to have made up his mind before speaking, "Ancestor."

"For this son-in-law selection... which name should be filled in on the announcement to Blackwater City?"

The wind stopped.

This question sounds a bit nonsensical.

When choosing a son-in-law, one would naturally fill in the names of one's own eligible female relatives.

But this is the He family's residence.

The first family in Blackwater City, which has lasted for hundreds of years, is so powerful that people can drown in its waters.

Although He Jianjia, the eldest daughter of the He family, lives a secluded life, she is quite famous in the outside world.

only..

The last time the He family held such a grand selection of a son-in-law was thirty years ago.

And that "young lady" also had this name.

Even the one sixty years ago... was the same.

The three characters are "He Jianjia".

In the He family, it's less of a name and more of a code, a sacrificial offering that's used every thirty years.

He Fengchao paused and turned around.

He looked at his blind junior and suddenly laughed: "You have to ask me about such a trivial matter?"

"Of course it's He Jianjia."

"Besides this name, what other brand does the He family have that can attract so many rogue cultivators? That can lure those self-proclaimed geniuses into their cage?"

The fourth brother trembled, and even through the white cloth strip, one could feel the suppressed grief and indignation within him.

His throat bobbed, as if he wanted to refute something.

But facing this ancestor who supported the entire family and controlled everyone's fate.

All courage turned into powerlessness at this moment.

...I see."

He lowered his head.

Behind.

An old locust tree rustled; in the center of its trunk, the bark split open to reveal a deep, dark hole.

The fourth brother walked heavily toward the tree hole.

Just as he stepped halfway into the darkness.

He Fengchao's cold voice came from behind: "Fourth Brother."

"You've been stuck at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage for quite a few years now, haven't you?"

"If one's heart remains so soft, one's life will come to an end."

"If you want to climb the ladder, you need to have your hands stained with the blood of your loved ones, and your heart must be ruthless enough to sever ties with the world... How dare you talk about breakthroughs?"

The fourth brother leaned against the rough bark, his fingernails digging deep into the wood, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

a long time.

A voice, suppressed to the extreme, came from the tree hollow, carrying a hint of sobbing, or perhaps a kind of resolute tone: "The teachings of our ancestors are correct."

"only...

"Jianjia...she is my daughter."

"Yes... your own granddaughter."

After saying that, he disappeared into the darkness.

The bark healed, and the locust tree returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

In the empty back garden.

Only He Fengchao, the hermit of the dried-up waters, remained, standing alone in the same spot.

granddaughter?

Before the path to immortality.

Family ties? Blood ties?

It's just a piece of clothing that can be changed at any time.

If He Fengchao could achieve the Purple Mansion realm, he would live another five hundred years.

Let alone a granddaughter, he would agree to sacrifice the entire clan without hesitation.

"In this world... if you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm."

He shook his head and reached into his robes.

He took out a warm and smooth jade pendant.

On the jade plaque, a spiritual light flowed, and several powerful characters were engraved:

[Yang Danhe from Huayaotang]

He looked up and gazed northwards, towards Qinglu Mountain, where the recently popular Guanhua Gate was located.

"Hua Medicine Hall, Guanhua Gate, Yujian Gate..."

"And there's Zhuxuan, Yuzhang..."

"Hey."

A sneer drifted away in the wind.

"Does everyone think they're the chess player?"

"Let's see who will ultimately prevail in this Blackwater City scheme."

A rented room in Shanghai.

Qingyuan loosened his grip on the mouse, his expression somewhat strange.

"This whole family..."

"They're all villains."

Although this "live broadcast" was relatively short.

But the amount of information is astonishing.

The chilling ice coffin, the "He Jianjia" coffin that is replaced every thirty years, and the blind man called Lao Si's words, "She is my daughter."

If you're not completely brain-dead, with a little thought, you can piece together a chilling truth.

"Suppressing the throne? Or something even more sinister like raising poisonous insects?"

Qingyuan frowned.

This so-called "son-in-law selection" event held by the He family was hardly a happy occasion.

It was clearly a funeral draped in red silk!

Those rogue cultivators who were overjoyed, thinking they could marry beautiful wives and inherit wealth, were all lining up to jump into their coffins as burial offerings.

That old bastard He Fengchao has grand ambitions!

"The old sly fox of Blackwater City... lives up to his reputation."

Qingyuan sighed.

The situation is getting increasingly chaotic.

On one side, Yu Zhang of the Imperial Sword Sect was already blinded by greed for the Purple Mansion.

On one hand, He Fengchao of Blackwater City had laid out such a bloody scheme in order to create an opportunity for a breakthrough.

These two old monsters are gambling with their lives, gambling with the lives of others!

Even more deadly is...

In this context, Guanhua Gate seems to have been used as a pawn as well.

The sign representing Yang Danhe relates to her feud with Yu Zhang.

"If either side breaks through the Purple Mansion, the balance will be broken."

"This is not good news for Guanhuamen at present."

Qingyuan thought about his previous actions.

He used the He family's influence to gain a foothold in Blackwater City, and then used the development of Huayaotang to give back to the sect.

He even secretly learned other people's family's martial arts techniques and incorporated them into his own system...

"What goes around comes around."

Qingyuan looked at He Fengchao's gloomy face on the screen, but he wasn't too flustered.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Since we can't avoid it, let's just accept it.

"Zhu Ming has entered the field."

This is an ancient relic that has lived for who knows how many years.

In terms of cunning, methods, and understanding of the rules of this world.

Whether it's He Fengchao or Yu Zhang, they all have to step back in front of him.

Add to that his current special status as a "priest," and Qingyuan's "God's-eye view" as a cheat code...

Are they trying to use Huayaotang as a pawn?

Then be prepared for the chessboard to be overturned!

Qingyuan was plotting how to add fuel to the fire.

Sudden.

"Thump!"

It felt like my heart had been hit hard with a sledgehammer.

A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body, causing his vision to go black and nearly making him fall off the chair.

"hiss""

He clutched his chest, wincing in pain.

It took him a while to calm down the almost suffocating palpitations that had been raging within him.

Qingyuan dared not be careless and immediately focused his mind on his dantian.

The center of Qihai.

The grayish stone pebbles, with their surface covered in dense, golden-red cracks, emitted a dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire dim sea of qi.

An unprecedented surge of vitality emanated from inside the eggshell.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Heartbeat?

No, it was the pulsating sound of the stone pebbles.

From weak to strong, each note grew louder than the last, like a harbinger of the awakening of some ancient being.

With each heartbeat, Qingyuan felt his meridians and flesh tremble uncontrollably!

Qingyuan was both surprised and delighted to see this.

Is she about to give birth?

"It can't be suppressed anymore."

Qingyuan felt the power about to burst forth from within him, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He looked up and glanced out the window.

The night is like ink, full of stars.