The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Bright Moon Valley is located deep within the inner perimeter of the Guanghan Realm. Moonlight perpetually condenses within the valley, forming a faint silver curtain of light. Nourished by this moonlight, the flowers, plants, and trees within the valley thrive, a stark contrast to the icy, snowy landscape outside.

When Han Li and his group of five arrived, several cultivators were already cultivating in the valley. Upon their arrival, they all cast wary glances, but none approached. Those who had survived to this day within the inner perimeter of the Guanghan Realm were not easily dealt with; they would not easily make enemies unless absolutely necessary.

The five found a secluded cave and set up concealment formations and defensive barriers. Han Yunge took out a jade bottle, in which the Moon Essence Pill floated, absorbing the rich moonlight power of the valley.

"We need to recuperate here for a hundred days without interruption," Han Yunge said. "Thank you for your help, Dharma protectors."

"Don't worry, we're here." Han Li nodded, and the five divided the tasks. Han Jinglei and Han Tianfeng guarded the cave entrance, Han Ling'er patrolled the surroundings, Han Li provided support from the center, and Han Yunge focused on nurturing the elixir.

For the first three days, all was calm. The cultivators in the valley each continued their cultivation without interfering with one another. But on the fourth day, the situation changed.

Three black-robed cultivators arrived at Bright Moon Valley. The leader was an old man with a hooked nose and a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation. As soon as they entered the valley, they set their sights on the cave where Han Li was.

"Brother, that cave has a protective barrier; there must be something good inside," a skinny man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks whispered.

"The person inside must be extraordinary to be able to set up such a restriction here," another short, stout cultivator hesitated.

"What are you afraid of?" the hook-nosed old man sneered. "You and I, the 'Three Black Wind Fiends,' are well-known figures in the spirit world. Why would we be afraid of a few cowardly fellows? Second brother, go and investigate."

The skinny man nodded and quietly approached the cave. He had cultivated some kind of concealment technique, his figure transforming into a black shadow, blending into the shadows, making him difficult for ordinary people to detect.

But just as he approached the cave entrance, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

"boom!"

The skinny man screamed and fell from the shadows, his body charred black, severely injured. The one who attacked was Han Jinglei, who possessed a lightning spiritual root and was extremely sensitive to sinister energy; the skinny man's concealment techniques were useless against lightning magic.

"Who goes there? How dare you hurt my second brother!" The hook-nosed old man roared in anger, charging forward with the short, stout monk.

Han Li stepped out of the cave, his expression calm: "Fellow Daoists, we arrived here first, please leave."

"Leave?" The hook-nosed old man sized up Han Li, and seeing that he was only in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he looked down on him. "You think you can just let us go without leaving anything behind after you've injured my second brother?"

"Oh?" Han Li's eyes grew cold. "Then, according to your opinion, what should be done?"

"Simple, hand over the treasures in the cave and compensate with 100,000 spirit stones, and this matter will be dropped. Otherwise..." A fierce glint flashed in the old man's eyes.

"What else?"

"Otherwise, this place will be your burial ground!" the short, stout monk replied, brandishing a large black hammer.

"You think you can take it all?" Han Li shook his head. He didn't want to get involved, but the other party was going too far, so he couldn't be blamed.

"You're courting death!" The hook-nosed old man struck first, summoning a black banner. As the banner fluttered, a chilling wind swept through, and countless ghostly figures surged forth, rushing towards Han Li.

Han Li neither dodged nor evaded, drawing his Azure Thunder Sword. The sword was wreathed in lightning; with a single strike, the lightning surged like a dragon, instantly shattering any ghostly shadows it touched. Thunder magic, being extremely yang and powerful, was the nemesis of yin and evil.

"Lei Xiu?!" The hook-nosed old man's expression changed, but it was too late to stop. Han Li's second sword had arrived, its light as fast as lightning, aimed straight for his throat.

"Big brother, watch out!" The short, stout cultivator swung his hammer to save him. But Han Ling'er suddenly appeared from the side, unleashing her ice-sealing domain, freezing the short, stout cultivator in place. Han Tianfeng's sword light flashed like the wind, blocking the thin man's retreat.

"Five Elements Revolve, Suppress!" Han Li shouted, activating the Lesser Five Elements Battle Formation. The power of the five elements transformed into five-colored chains, firmly binding the hook-nosed old man. The old man struggled desperately, but the five elements interacted, and the chains tightened more and more.

"Fellow Daoist, spare me! Spare me!" The old man finally became frightened and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Too late." Han Li pierced his dantian with a sword, crippling his cultivation. He never showed mercy to his enemies.

The short, stout cultivator and the skinny man were terrified when they saw their elder brother crippled and turned to flee. However, Han Jinglei, Han Ling'er, and Han Tianfeng had already blocked their escape route, and the three of them quickly subdued the two men.

"Fellow Daoist, we were blind to your greatness, please spare our lives!" The short, stout cultivator knelt down and begged for mercy.

Han Li looked towards the cave. Han Yunge was still nurturing the elixir and should not be disturbed. He pondered for a moment and said, "Hand over your storage bags and swear a solemn oath against my Han City, promising never to be an enemy again, and I will spare your lives."

"Yes, yes, yes! We swear!" The two hurriedly complied, swore a solemn oath, handed over their storage bags, and fled in panic. As for the hook-nosed old man, his cultivation had been crippled, and he was now a cripple. The two dragged him away.

"Elder Han, are we just going to let them go like this?" Han Tianfeng asked.

"Killing them is pointless and will only increase hatred," Han Li said. "They have sworn a great oath to their inner demons and dare not be my enemy again. Moreover, after this incident, others should know that Han Cheng is not someone to be trifled with."

As expected, seeing that one of the Black Wind Three Fiends was dead and two had escaped, the other cultivators in the valley became even more wary of Han Li and his group, and no one dared to approach them again. The following days were peaceful.

A hundred days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, the Moon Essence Pill in the jade bottle had its light dimmed and its fragrance gone, but moonlight flowed over its surface, indicating that it had been properly nurtured.

"It's done." Han Yunge opened her eyes, her face beaming with joy. The nine Moon Essence Pills, after being nurtured, had their medicinal effects increased by 30% and were even gentler. After taking them, the chance of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage increased from 30% to 50%.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yun Ge." Han Li accepted the jade bottle and carefully put it away. With these pills, Han City could produce at least three Nascent Soul cultivators, greatly increasing its strength.

"The Moon Realm will open in a little over a month. Should we continue exploring, or go directly to the exit and wait?" Han Ling'er asked.

Han Li pondered for a moment: "Let's go straight to the exit. The Moon Essence Pill is of utmost importance and cannot be lost. Besides, we've already gained quite a bit in the past three years, so there's no need to take any more risks."

Everyone nodded. In the past three years, they had slain the Ice Ape King to obtain Ice Ape Wine, harvested Moonflower Lotus, and collected a considerable amount of ice-attribute spiritual materials—a truly fruitful haul. It was time to leave.

The five left Bright Moon Valley and flew towards the exit. But after flying only a thousand miles, a spatial rift suddenly appeared ahead, from which three cultivators emerged. The leader was a handsome young man in white, but with sinister eyes and an aura clearly at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. The two on his left and right were both at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"Fellow Daoists, please wait." The young man in white blocked their way.

"What brings you here?" Han Li stopped, secretly on guard. This person's sudden appearance suggested ill intent.

"I wouldn't presume to offer guidance," the white-robed youth smiled. "I am Bai Wuhen, a disciple of the Moonflower Palace. I have come to collect the Moonflower Lotus on the orders of my sect. I've heard that you fellow Daoists have been to the Cold Moon Pool; I wonder if you were successful?"

Moonflower Palace? Han Li's heart skipped a beat. This was a major sect in the Spirit Realm, renowned for its moonlight power, and its strength was no less than that of Tianyuan City. They actually knew about the Moonflower Lotus?

"Fellow Daoist Bai is joking. The Cold Moon Pool is guarded by the Frost Dragon. Our strength is too weak to succeed." Han Li said calmly.

"Is that so?" Bai Wuhen's eyes were sharp. "But I can sense the aura of Moon Lotus on you. And... there seems to be the medicinal fragrance of Moon Elixir as well."

He could actually sense it! Han Li was secretly shocked. This person cultivated the Moon Essence Technique, which made him extremely sensitive to things related to moon essence.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, the Moon Lotus is an unclaimed object, destined for the fortunate. Our lucky acquisition has nothing to do with the Moon Lotus Palace, right?" Han Li's tone turned cold.

"That's not how it works," Bai Wuhen shook his head. "The Moon Lotus is of paramount importance to my Moon Lotus Palace, so I urge you fellow Daoists to part with it. Of course, my Moon Lotus Palace will not accept it for nothing; we are willing to exchange it for treasures of equal value."

"What if we don't change it?"

"Then we'll have to offend you." The two people behind Bai Wuhen stepped forward, their auras locking onto Han Li and his group of five.

With three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, this lineup far surpasses the Black Wind Three Fiends. Moreover, the Moonflower Palace disciples possess unique cultivation techniques, making their strength not to be underestimated.

Han Li's mind raced. A direct confrontation was futile, but the Moonflower Pill was the hope for Hancheng's rise, and he absolutely could not hand it over.

"System, exchange for five 'Ten Thousand Mile Escape Talismans'," he silently prayed. This was a life-saving trump card, capable of instantly escaping ten thousand miles, but it was extremely expensive.

[To exchange for 5 Escape Talismans, 25000 Contribution Points are required.]

[Redeem or not?]

Just as Han Li was about to make the exchange, the sky suddenly darkened, and a figure appeared out of thin air.

"The Moon Palace is quite arrogant, daring to forcibly seize what belongs to my Han City." The newcomer, dressed in a flowing blue robe, was none other than Han Mu.

"Senior!" Han Li exclaimed with delight.

Bai Wuhen's expression changed. He could sense that this person's aura was unfathomable, at least that of a Void Refinement cultivator.

"And you are...?"

"Hancheng, Han Mu," Han Mu said calmly, "Get out, or die."

Bai Wuhen gritted his teeth, but a Void Refinement cultivator was not someone he could contend with. He glared fiercely at Han Li, then led the two into the spatial rift and disappeared.

"Thank you for saving us, senior." Han Li and the other four bowed.

"It's alright." Han Mu waved his hand. "The Guanghan Realm is about to close. Come with me."

With a wave of his sleeve, he swept up the five people, transforming them into a streak of light and flying towards the exit.

The real storm awaits them outside the borders.