Immortality: Starting with the Fruit of Taiyin

Han Changde certainly remembered Lin Qingyi, the true disciple of Nanhua.

The descendants of sect masters must possess at least 65 points of fire-attribute spiritual root.

Such talent and background made him a sect prodigy recognized back then as someone who was on the verge of achieving the True Core stage, and even had the potential to pursue the High-Grade Golden Core.

If nothing unexpected happens, perhaps hundreds of years later, he will be a great figure who dominates the cultivation world of Chen Kingdom.

Without a Nascent Soul cultivator emerging, no one dares to offend them easily.

But times have changed, and the glory days are gone.

Han Changde didn't know why his elder brother brought up this person, but he still nodded honestly and put Wang Xuan's matter aside for the time being.

"Big brother, what happened?"

"I remember that several years ago, when all the sects were destroyed, the whole country was in uproar."

"Most of the surviving true disciples and direct descendants of those sects and aristocratic families have gone into hiding and scattered... It seems that Lin Qingyi is one of them."

Infected by the emotions, Han Changde's expression also became serious.

In front of him, Han Changming simply shook his head.

"It was true before, but it's not anymore."

"Or rather, it's not for us anymore."

"Just a few days ago, I suddenly received a secret message from a hidden sword."

"Judging from the seals and symbols, they are indeed Lin Qingyi's work."

"As stated in the letter, considering that his grandfather, the True Man Chi Huo, accepted the Han family's allegiance back then, he hopes that I can lend him a hand and help him leave the territory of Chen."

"But as you also know... for a true disciple like him who carries the legacy of a sect, all the major Core Formation forces openly welcome him to seek refuge and support him in claiming to be a descendant of the Nan Hua lineage."

"In reality, they had been secretly searching everywhere, trying to obtain information about the secret vault they possessed."

"Even if a Core Formation sect with a history of thousands of years is destroyed in one day, it is still a centipede with a hundred legs. It is dead but not dead, and it has left behind many backup plans."

"Therefore, in order to avoid becoming a piece of meat on the chopping block, Lin Qingyi's only way out at present is to escape from Chen State."

Nodding in agreement, Han Changde knew his elder brother was right.

Staying wouldn't mean he couldn't survive, but if he wanted to protect the secret vault and plot to form a core, specifically a true core of grade six or higher, then Lin Qingyi would have to leave to have a chance.

However, in the world of cultivation, a kingdom is not divided by territory, but by the extent of spiritual veins and earth veins.

Centered on a high-level spiritual vein, it spreads outwards in layers.

Therefore, between the two cultivation kingdoms, there are often large areas of barren lands that are not under the jurisdiction of either kingdom.

As a result, various sects, including interdiction cultivators, demonic cultivators, and even criminals wanted by major sects, are active in it, making it difficult for ordinary cultivators to cross.

Therefore, if Lin Qingyi wants to leave, he must find a force that operates multinational spirit ships, preferably one in the gray area, otherwise his journey will be anything but peaceful.

In addition, he also needed to create some disturbance near the border to briefly confuse those who were tracking his whereabouts and buy himself time to escape.

"So...big brother, you're planning to grant his request?"

"Now that Nanhua has fallen, we have finally managed to board the Lu family's ship... Brother, please think it over."

His expression shifted constantly, and Han Changde's chest heaved violently.

Indeed, compared to this matter, Wang Xuan's existence is a trivial matter.

Don't overthink it, how could I not understand what you're saying?

Shaking his head again, Han Changming gestured to the Second Elder to calm down.

He must have already thought of everything the other party could think of.

"Agreeing is impossible, given the risks involved."

"If I agree to his demands today, and Lin Qingyi leaves Chen State one day, then this matter will become a handle for him to blackmail me."

"If this is exposed, the Xuanfu Lu Clan will never tolerate our actions of helping our former master. They will only support the Huang family and wipe us out with lightning speed."

"But if we report Lin Qingyi's whereabouts to the Lu family... I don't know if he will be captured by the Lu family's master."

"But as long as he still has a few third-tier talismans and secret artifacts like the Heavenly Thunder Child, I'm afraid my Han family will definitely face retaliation..."

"Caught between a rock and a hard place, what can we do..."

With a long sigh, Han Changming knew.

Faced with this situation, he could only postpone it for now.

There was no other way; it wasn't that he couldn't think of other solutions, but rather that the Han family was too weak.

So weak were they caught between a Core Formation family and a Foundation Establishment disciple who had inherited part of the Nan Hua Secret Treasury; either side had the power to annihilate them.

Just like ordinary people in the mortal world facing a vicious and ruthless bandit, if they don't report him, it's like they're colluding with the bandits; if they do report him, they might be taken away by him before he dies, or they might be retaliated against by his accomplices.

No matter which option you choose, it's wrong; there's simply no way to have the best of both worlds.

"Brother, how could this be... Why is Lin Qingyi so determined to find us?"

With a grim expression, Han Changde realized the seriousness of the problem.

However, Han Changming did not respond to this question.

Why? Well, why else? Naturally, it's because their strength is relatively weak and their foundation is too shallow...

Those long-established Foundation Establishment families with hundreds of years of history mostly have some resources and methods that can threaten Pseudo-Core True Persons. Ordinary rogue cultivators and Tribulation cultivators dare not offend them, but the Han family does not.

So, in their eyes, Wang Xuan, having lost the protection of his sect, was a piece of meat that needed to be figured out how to eat, but which they would eventually have to eat anyway.

But in the eyes of those at a higher level, aren't they the same?

Everyone knows the principle of picking the softest persimmon.

"Alright, after a while, I will find various reasons to have talented young people stay in the market temporarily, and I will also give you a second-tier puppet."

"I will also transfer some of the family's resources out of the family and hide them away."

"As for me, I will stay at Ozawa Mountain."

Speaking in a deep voice, Han Changming had no other choice.

"After all, I am a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Relying on the family's formation, even though Lin Qingyi has already established his foundation, he cannot easily defeat me."

"I hope he'll back down... I have no intention of making things difficult for him."

"But he has already fallen to this level... It's absolutely impossible for him to expect me to do anything for him."

……

One month later, at Tingyuxuan.

More than half a year has passed, and those unnecessary disturbances have finally subsided.

Entering the private room on the third floor, Wang Xuan, dressed in white, appeared calm and relaxed, showing no signs of being troubled by the troubles of the past period.

As a rogue cultivator, his rapid advancement to the late stage of Qi Refining with a mid-grade spiritual root seems rather conspicuous.

However, he couldn't possibly deliberately slow down his cultivation speed and delay his advancement just to avoid this minor trouble.

Ultimately, he doesn't avoid all risks; rather, he weighs whether the risks are worthwhile.

He obviously wouldn't be worried about such a minor problem as simply staying quietly in the market and being ignored after a year or two.