The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Han Mu's family stayed in the higher dimension for three days. Although the temple where Hongmeng Daozu lived was simple, there were a few empty rooms in the backyard that could be tidied up and lived in. Every morning, Hongmeng Daozu would get up early to sweep the floor, and Han Nian would sweep with him. The grandfather and grandson each had a broom and swept the fallen leaves in front of the temple clean.

Three days later, Han Mu proposed to invite Hongmeng Daozu back to the Cosmic Sea to live together. Hongmeng Daozu was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Alright, I don't have any worries here," and began to pack his luggage. His luggage was very simple: a few changes of cassocks, a bamboo broom, and a chipped porcelain bowl, which he simply wrapped in a bundle and that was it.

Before leaving, Hongmeng Daozu stood at the temple gate, glanced back at the place where he had lived for many years, and then turned and left with Han Mu's family.

When they returned to the Temple of Creation, Zhou Meng and the other two were already waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing the Primordial Dao Ancestor, Zhou Meng quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Primordial Dao Ancestor."

"Get up, get up. You're so old, why are you doing such a grand gesture?" Hongmeng Daozu quickly helped Zhou Meng up and laughed, "I heard you're now the captain of the Cosmic Sea Guardian Team. You're doing a good job."

Zhou Meng scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Dao Ancestor, you flatter me. It's all thanks to the Master."

Luo Feng squeezed forward, holding a pill in his hand, and said with a grin, "Dao Ancestor, this is a health-preserving pill that I, Newly, refined. Please try it."

Hongmeng Daozu took the pill, looked at it, smelled it, and then gave Luo Feng a meaningful look: "Are you sure you can take this pill?"

"Of course you can eat it. I use the best medicinal herbs," Luo Feng assured, patting his chest.

Hongmeng Daozu smiled, put the pill into his sleeve, and didn't eat it on the spot. Luo Feng wanted to say something, but Han Li pulled him aside.

The family entered the Temple of Creation. Fairy Hongmeng gave the father a tour and arranged the best room for him. Hongmeng Dao Ancestor stood in the room, looking at the scenery outside the window, and nodded in satisfaction.

"This place is quite nice, much better than that dilapidated temple," said Hongmeng Daozu with a smile.

"I'm glad Father is happy. We'll stay here from now on and never leave again." Fairy Hongmeng held her father's arm, her face full of smiles.

After settling Hongmeng Daozu in, Han Mu found Zhou Meng and asked him about the progress of the guard team. Zhou Meng said that the expansion had been arranged, and five hundred new members had been recruited and were undergoing intensive training. However, the position of chief instructor was still vacant, and Han Nian had fallen behind in his training progress due to his trip to a higher dimension these past few days.

"Nian'er is back. Let him report for duty tomorrow," Han Mu said.

"Alright, with the young master here, I feel much more at ease," Zhou Meng said with a smile.

The next morning, Han Nian reported to the guard team. He changed into the guard team's uniform, with a long sword at his waist. Standing at the front of the formation, he felt a little sweaty as he looked at the five hundred pairs of eyes staring at him. But he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"From today onwards, I am your head instructor. I have only one requirement for you: obey orders and follow commands. Can you do that?" Han Nian said loudly.

"Yes!" the five hundred people shouted in unison, their voices deafening.

Han Nian nodded in satisfaction and began training his team. He started by teaching them the most basic formations, then physical training, and then weapon combat skills, demonstrating each one personally and meticulously.

Zhou Meng stood at the edge of the training ground, watching Han Nian train diligently, a fatherly smile spreading across his face. He turned to Han Mu beside him and said, "Master, the young master has truly grown up; he has the same demeanor as you did back then."

"He's better than me. When I was his age, I was still fighting with people," Han Mu said with a laugh.

Days passed, and the Temple of Creation grew increasingly lively. Every morning, the Primordial Dao Ancestor still rose early to sweep the floor, ensuring every corner of the temple was spotless. Luo Feng spent all his time in the newly built alchemy room; the number of times his furnace exploded was less than before, and he occasionally even managed to refine a few decent-looking pills. Han Li, meanwhile, buried himself in researching new formations, saying he wanted to set up a super defensive array for the Temple of Creation.

Han Mu's daily life was very simple. He would have morning tea with Hongmeng Daozu in the morning, watch Han Nian train at the martial arts arena in the afternoon, fish in the courtyard in the afternoon, and take a walk and chat with Hongmeng Fairy in the evening. He felt that he could live such a life for a lifetime without getting tired of it.

That evening, Han Mu and Fairy Hongmeng sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, watching the sunset, drinking tea, and chatting.

"My lord, do you feel that something is still missing?" Fairy Hongmeng suddenly asked.

Han Mu thought for a moment and said, "What's missing? I think it's pretty good."

"I was referring to people," Fairy Hongmeng reminded her.

Han Mu was stunned for a moment, then realized: "You mean Tree Master?"

"Well, since you were resurrected, Tree Lord has been sleeping. I want to wake him up and let him see how lively things are now," said Fairy Hongmeng.

Han Mu nodded, got up, and walked to the backyard, arriving at the crooked-necked tree. The tree remained dormant, its branches drooping, looking like a withered tree. Han Mu reached out and touched the trunk, sensing a faint life force within it.

"Master Tree, it's time to wake up," Han Mu said softly.

There was no response from the tree.

Han Mu called out again, but there was still no response. He frowned, channeled his inner power into the tree trunk, and a warm energy spread along the trunk, flowing to every branch.

After a while, the branches of the crooked tree trembled slightly, and an old voice came from inside the tree, filled with a deep sleepiness: "Who is it, disturbing my sleep?"

"Master Tree, it's me, Han Mu," Han Mu said with a smile.

The crooked tree slowly opened one of its eyes, saw Han Mu, and paused for a moment: "You've come back to life, kid."

"Thanks to you, I have been resurrected," Han Mu said.

"Not bad, not bad, it seems my branch wasn't wasted." The crooked tree said with satisfaction. It shook the branch, and the leaves unfurled again, regaining their vitality. "I slept so well, I feel tens of thousands of years younger."

Han Mu smiled and told the crooked-necked tree about the arrival of the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor. The crooked-necked tree became interested after hearing this: "That old fellow, the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor, is here too. I have to go see him; it's been a long time since I chatted with him."

Han Mu brought the crooked-necked tree to the front yard. Upon seeing the Primordial Dao Ancestor, the tree shook its branches in greeting. The Primordial Dao Ancestor smiled and said, "Old tree, you're still alive."

"You're not dead yet, how could I bear to die?" the crooked-necked tree replied.

The two old men started arguing back and forth, neither willing to give in. Han Mu and Fairy Hongmeng stood to the side, watching this scene, and couldn't help but laugh.