The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

In the dense forest, three black-clad cultivators surrounded Han Li in a triangular formation.

All three were at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining. The leader was a one-eyed man at the ninth level of Qi Refining, wielding a ghost-headed saber with a ghostly green glow, clearly poisoned. The other two were of different heights; the taller one wielded a long spear, and the shorter one held two short forks, both also at around the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Han Li had several wounds on his body, his clothes stained red with blood, but his eyes remained calm. He held a cyan flying sword in his hand, its spiritual light dimmed, clearly indicating that his spiritual energy had been greatly depleted.

"Boy, hand over the Purple Monkey Flower, and I'll spare your life!" the one-eyed man sneered.

Han Li gritted his teeth, remaining silent. He had just left Huangfeng Valley, preparing to return to Jiayuan City, when he unexpectedly encountered an ambush in this desolate wilderness. His attackers were clearly after the Purple Monkey Flower he had obtained at the Treasure Hunt.

"You're courting death!" the tall cultivator roared, his spear thrusting out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Han Li's chest.

Han Li dodged to the side, simultaneously swinging his sword to parry the short cultivator's double forks. However, fighting three against one was too much for him, and he quickly sustained new injuries.

The spear was about to pierce Han Li's back—

That's enough.

A calm voice echoed through the woods.

The three black-clad cultivators simultaneously tensed up, hurriedly retreating and warily looking in the direction from which the sound came.

Han Mu slowly emerged from behind the tree, still dressed in a blue robe, his face "pale," and his aura controlled at the first level of Foundation Establishment. He looked like an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator passing by, and the kind with low cultivation and an unstable foundation.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator?" The one-eyed man's pupils contracted, but after seeing Han Mu's cultivation level, he calmed down a bit. "Senior, please do not interfere in our personal feud with this kid."

"Personal grudge?" Han Mu glanced at Han Li, who was covered in blood. "Three Qi Refining Level 8 or 9 cultivators ganging up on one Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator, and you call that a personal grudge?"

"He stole our spiritual herbs!" the short cultivator exclaimed.

Han Mu looked at Han Li: "Is that so?"

Han Li gasped, "I obtained this Purple Monkey Flower in the Misty Forest. They ambushed me on the way and tried to take it by force."

"You're talking nonsense!" the tall monk roared.

Han Mu waved his hand: "Alright, regardless of who's right or wrong, this matter ends here. You three can leave now."

The one-eyed man's face darkened: "Senior, are you going to stick your neck out?"

"So what if it is?" Han Mu looked at him indifferently.

"Then don't blame us for being impolite!" A ruthless glint flashed in the one-eyed man's eyes as he winked at his companion.

All three attacked at the same time!

A demon-head saber, a long spear, and a double fork—three attacks came at Han Mu from different directions. They were clearly well-coordinated, wanting to take advantage of Han Mu's "low cultivation level" and finish the battle quickly.

Han Mu didn't move at all, he just raised his hand and flicked it.

An invisible surge of spiritual energy spread out, rippling like water. The three felt an immense force strike them, and their magical artifacts rang out three times with a series of crisp clangs before flying out of their hands!

"What?!" The one-eyed man's expression changed drastically.

His full-force attack, delivered at the ninth level of Qi Refining, was actually shattered by a casual wave of his hand? This is definitely not something an ordinary first-level Foundation Establishment cultivator could do!

"Senior, please spare my life!" The short cultivator was the first to react and knelt down with a thud.

The tall cultivator hurriedly knelt down as well: "We were blind to your greatness, please forgive us, senior!"

The one-eyed man gritted his teeth and finally knelt on one knee: "This junior has offended you. Please, senior, show mercy."

Han Mu looked at the three of them and suddenly laughed: "Weren't you just going to kill us and steal our treasure? Why are you begging for mercy now?"

The three of them were drenched in cold sweat and dared not utter a word.

"Get lost." Han Mu waved his hand. "If I see you doing evil again, I won't be so polite."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon, picked up the magical artifacts, and fled in a sorry state.

Only after the three disappeared into the depths of the dense forest did Han Li breathe a sigh of relief. He stood up with difficulty and bowed to Han Mu, saying, "Thank you for saving me, Senior. I am Han Li from Huangfeng Valley. May I ask how you should address me, Senior?"

"Han Mu of Yanling Fortress." Han Mu looked at the future Heavenly Venerable Han and sighed inwardly. At present, Han Li was just a small cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, naive and cautious, far from the domineering aura that would later suppress an entire realm.

"So you're a senior from the same clan." A hint of surprise flashed in Han Li's eyes. "Your surname is also Han?"

"Not bad." Han Mu nodded, took out a bottle of healing pills from his storage bag and tossed it over. "Let's heal first."

Han Li took the pill, but did not take it immediately. Instead, he smelled it first to confirm that it was not poisonous before swallowing it. This cautious nature was exactly the same as in the original work.

"Where are you going, senior?" Han Li asked.

"Jiayuan City," Han Mu said casually. "You also came from Yellow Maple Valley?"

"Yes, I am about to return to Jiayuan City." Han Li paused, then tentatively asked, "Senior, is there something you need to do in Jiayuan City? I have some acquaintances there who might be able to help."

"No need," Han Mu waved his hand. "It's just a personal matter."

He sensed Han Li's probing intent, but didn't pay it any mind. Han Li was like a frightened little animal, wary of everyone, which was perfectly normal.

"Oh, right." Han Mu suddenly remembered something, "I have a granddaughter who has just become a disciple of Master Chen Songdan in Huangfeng Valley. Her name is Han Yunge. If there is an opportunity in the valley in the future, I hope you can take care of her."

This is paving the way for Han Yunge. Although she's currently with Chen Song, it's always good to have someone to look after her. And given Han Li's future achievements, this favor will be invaluable.

A realization flashed in Han Li's eyes. So this senior saved him to pave the way for his granddaughter. That made sense; there was no such thing as unearned kindness in the cultivation world.

"This junior will certainly do my best," Han Li said earnestly, "but my cultivation is too low, I'm afraid..."

"It's alright, it's good that you have the intention." Han Mu interrupted him, "You stay here and heal your wounds, I need to continue my journey."

"Respectfully seeing you off, senior." Han Li bowed.

Han Mu took to the air on his sword and flew towards Jiayuan City. He didn't linger, nor did he deliberately try to befriend Han Li. Now was not the time to deepen his relationship with Han Li; they would naturally cross paths once Han Li had grown stronger.

Watching Han Mu's departing figure, Han Li's eyes were filled with complex emotions. This Senior Han's cultivation level didn't seem high, but the effortless ease with which he had just displayed was something no ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage 1 cultivator could achieve. Moreover, the other party shared the surname Han, was from the same clan as him, and had even mentioned having a granddaughter in Yellow Maple Valley…

"Han Yunge..." Han Li memorized the name, took the pill, and sat cross-legged to heal his injuries.

Half an hour later, Han Mu had flown more than a hundred miles away.

He stood on his flying sword, gazing at the outline of Jiayuan City ahead, pondering his next plan.

Doctor Mo should currently be running a clinic in Jiayuan City, and his cultivation level is at the tenth level of Qi Refining. He is meticulous and possesses superb medical skills, but his lifespan is limited, and he is eager to find a body to possess. If his lifespan problem can be solved, subduing him should not be difficult.

"System, retrieve Dr. Mo's detailed information."

Searching...

[Target: Mo Juren (known as Doctor Mo)]

[Cultivation Level: Peak of Qi Refining Level 10]

Age: 72

[Status: Lifespan nearing its end (less than three years remaining), suffered a qi deviation while practicing the "Eternal Spring Technique," resulting in damaged meridians]

[Current Location: Huichuntang Clinic, Jiayuan City]

[Personality traits: cautious and suspicious, calculating, and highly skilled in medicine]

His lifespan was less than three years; his meridians were damaged…

Han Mu had made up his mind. For cultivators, lifespan was their greatest weakness. If he could solve this problem, he wouldn't be afraid that Doctor Mo wouldn't comply.

He landed outside Jiayuan City, sheathed his flying sword, and walked into the city.

Jiayuan City was a famous large city in the Yue Kingdom, with a population of one million and an exceptionally prosperous atmosphere. The streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians, and shops lined both sides, with vendors' calls filling the air.

Following the system's guidance, Han Mu traversed several streets and alleys, arriving at a secluded street in the west of the city. The environment here was tranquil, with few pedestrians. At the end of the street stood an inconspicuous clinic with the words "Huichuntang" written on its signboard.

The clinic door was half-open, and a faint aroma of medicine wafted from inside.

Han Mu pushed open the door and entered.

The interior was simply furnished: a counter, several rows of medicine cabinets, and an elderly man with white hair sitting behind the counter, grinding medicinal herbs. The old man was thin and gaunt, but his eyes were sharp and his fingers were steady and strong.

Hearing the door open, the old man looked up, his gaze sweeping over Han Mu like lightning.

"Fellow Daoist, are you here for a medical consultation or to pick up medicine?" Doctor Mo put down his pestle and asked slowly.

Han Mu looked him over and smiled slightly: "You're here for a medical checkup and to get your medicine."

"Oh?" A glint of light flashed in Doctor Mo's eyes. "What kind of medicine would you like to have, fellow Daoist?"

"A medicine that can prolong life."

Doctor Mo's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "The elixir of longevity is a heaven-defying substance, and I do not have it here."

"No, you do." Han Mu walked to the counter and looked at Doctor Mo. "What you need is a pill that can repair your meridians and prolong your life. And I... happen to have the formula."

Doctor Mo slowly stood up, his aura suddenly turning dangerous: "Just who are you?"

"Someone who can help you," Han Mu said calmly. "Dr. Mo, shall we talk?"

The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.