Cultivating Immortality: Beginning with Blessings from the Immortals

These past few days, Chen Yi has been practicing controlling the Flowing Light Sword.

Perhaps it's because he had been controlling the Nine Needles of Cold Shadow before, and now he's become quite adept at controlling the Flowing Light Sword.

Inside the courtyard, three golden streaks of light continuously danced and swirled in mid-air.

With a thought, Chen Yi summoned the Flowing Light Flying Sword, which immediately floated before his eyes.

"If the three techniques of controlling the Nine Needles of Cold Shadow are combined with the Flowing Light Sword, the power will probably be enhanced even more," Chen Yi thought to himself.

With this in mind, Chen Yi began to control the Flowing Light Flying Sword using the Cold Shadow Nine Needles Three Styles technique.

Chen Yi went into seclusion to cultivate, and time passed extremely quickly.

For three days in a row, he did not step out of the courtyard.

Chen Yi stood in the courtyard, pointed his finger, and three flowing swords flew out instantly.

The flying sword transformed into three streaks of light, continuously dancing in mid-air. With a thought, Chen Yi caused the flying sword to instantly erupt with dazzling golden light.

The next moment, each flying sword split into three, transforming into nine streams of light that flew and circled rapidly once again.

The art of flowing light and shadow emphasizes the combination of illusion and reality, making it impossible for the enemy to defend against.

Chen Yi is using the Flowing Light Sword Shadow Technique for the first time. He still needs to practice diligently to achieve a level of complete mastery.

"With the Flowing Light Flying Sword and the Nine Cold Shadow Needles, even a Qi Refining stage cultivator would find it difficult to withstand on their first encounter." A glint of light flashed in Chen Yi's eyes.

Now, his own strength is enough to fight against a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

With a thought, Chen Yi retrieved the Flowing Light Flying Sword.

He had been diligently cultivating these past few days, and was inevitably somewhat fatigued. Chen Yi stepped forward, intending to go to the backyard to check on the spirit insects and spirit fields.

Just then, a figure seemed to be moving outside the courtyard gate.

Chen Yi stopped and immediately turned to look outside. He immediately sensed a powerful aura outside the courtyard, which was none other than a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Before he could investigate further, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"Nephew, open the door, I am Zhao Deyan."

Chen Yi's pupils contracted when he heard Zhao Deyan's voice; he hadn't expected the other party to actually come to his door in person.

He naturally dared not answer easily, knowing that Zhao Deyan's visit must be for Zhao Junri.

Seeing no movement from inside the courtyard, Zhao Deyan outside the gate did not give up and continued to knock on the gate while saying:

"Nephew, I know you've been staying at home all this time and haven't come out at all."

"If you don't open the door soon, I'll have to resort to some harsh measures."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi immediately realized that the other party had probably been monitoring his every move.

Upon hearing that Zhao Deyan wanted to force his way in, his face instantly darkened.

After a moment's thought, Chen Yi opened the courtyard gate with a wave of his hand, but while standing in the courtyard, he also activated the courtyard's array barrier.

"So it's my uncle. What brings you here?" Chen Yi said calmly.

Upon seeing Chen Yi appear, Zhao Deyan's face flashed with a sinister look, but he immediately smiled and said:

"Nephew, it's been a long time."

"Some unpleasant things happened a few days ago, but I think you should listen to why we're contacting you."

Chen Yi didn't know what the other party was planning, so he didn't respond.

Seeing this, Zhao Deyan said to himself:

"I have summoned you here for the purpose of ancestral worship; you were probably too young to know this before."

"But let me tell you, the Zhao family and the Chen family have been on good terms for generations, and their ancestral halls are located together."

"You haven't participated in ancestral worship for many years since your parents passed away, but now you're capable of handling things on your own..."

Chen Yi understood Zhao Deyan's meaning; he simply wanted Zhao Deyan to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony.

He looked into the rooms in the courtyard, where one room was for ancestor worship, containing several ancestral tablets and portraits.

After careful recollection, Chen Yi realized that the original owner's memories were only fragmented and he couldn't determine whether the matter was true or false.

"Uncle, we still have ancestral tablets in our home."

"I am the only one at home now, so it is inconvenient for me to participate in the family ancestral worship ceremony," Chen Yi said, declining the offer.

Zhao Deyan frowned slightly; he had not lied about this matter.

However, Chen Yi was young at the time, and his father was of low status, so Chen Yi was not allowed to appear at the family's ancestral worship ceremony.

He hadn't expected that Chen Yi would remain unmoved by the matter of bringing up the ancestral worship ceremony.

"Chen Yi, this is not something you can decide."

"Moreover, your father also received favors from the family in his early years. It is only right and proper that you participate in the ancestral worship ceremony. Otherwise, do you want to be a heartless and ungrateful person?" Zhao Deyan said coldly.

Chen Yi's face darkened upon hearing this; Zhao Deyan's actions were malicious.

He immediately tries to morally blackmail himself and even attempts to confuse his mind. Spiritual practice emphasizes the clarity of thought; otherwise, inner demons may arise during future cultivation.

Although Chen Yi was a transmigrator, the original owner was still connected to him, thus creating a cause and effect.

After much deliberation, Chen Yi decided to find out the cause and effect of this incident.

"When will the Chen family hold their ancestral worship ceremony?" Chen Yi asked.

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Zhao Deyan's eyes, and he replied:

"Meet me at the clan ancestral hall in three days."

Chen Yi nodded slightly and closed the courtyard gate again with a wave of his hand. He was certain that the other party would make an issue of the ancestral worship ceremony, but he felt obligated to go anyway, both morally and logically.

"Perfect, let's put this matter to rest for good," Chen Yi thought to himself.

This is, after all, the Lingxi Ward market area. Zhao Deyan and his group cannot do anything they want within the market area.

When Zhao Deyan saw Chen Yi close the courtyard gate, his expression immediately changed.

"Hmph, kid, come on over if you dare." Zhao Deyan snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Chen Yi returned to his room, a thoughtful expression on his face.

This trip to pay respects to our ancestors definitely requires some preparation. A moment later, Chen Yi picked up a communication jade slip and began sending a message.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yi got up early, dressed neatly, and left his small courtyard.

Although he was going to pay respects to his ancestors, he had already brought all the magical artifacts, talismans, and spirit insect formations with him.

He vanished from his spot in a flash and headed straight for the Zhao family's ancestral hall.

Regarding Zhao Deyan's words, Chen Yi searched his home for books or jade slips. In his father's room, he actually found a relevant jade slip.

The jade slip does indeed record that the Chen and Zhao families had a good relationship since their ancestors, and that their ancestral halls were indeed enshrined together.

However, Chen Yi's father was of low status and had little influence, and was also from a branch of the Chen family.

They worship their own branch ancestors and only go to the ancestral hall when the family holds ancestral rites.

After rushing through several streets, Chen Yi saw a figure standing at the street corner ahead.

"Senior brother, thank you for taking the time to be with me." Chen Yi flashed to Wu Yifeng's side.

Seeing Chen Yi's smile, Wu Yifeng took out a gourd of wine and took two big gulps, saying:

"It's alright. Junior brother, how could I not lend a hand when you're in trouble?"

"Although this is your family matter, no one has the right to bully you at will."

Chen Yi nodded emphatically and charged forward with Wu Yifeng.

He had already informed Wu Yifeng three days prior that if Zhao Deyan and his group dared to act recklessly, at least Wu Yifeng would be there to keep things under control.

Having settled all this, he had no further connection with the Zhao family.

Before long, Chen Yi and Wu Yifeng arrived at a luxurious mansion.

Even before stepping inside, the unique aroma of incense rises gently.