Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

"Greetings to the three elders."

Inside the secret room, Fang Chen bowed.

Seeing that her eyes were red and swollen from crying, Elder Xuansu sighed softly:

"The elders of the clan have all seen what happened to you, and it's truly a hardship for you..."

Knowing it was inappropriate to say more at this point, I changed the subject:

"That's enough. Your adoptive father toiled for the clan for many years, and now he has passed away, and his descendants have also suffered misfortune. The clan should offer some compensation. Do you have any requests?"

Fang Chen's face choked with emotion:

"My only wish is for my godfather to return; I have no other requests."

"The deceased is gone; all we can do is let him rest in peace." Elder Xuansu sighed, feeling even more deeply the filial piety and sincerity of this young man. After a moment's thought, she said, "I observe that you are frail and have just recovered from an illness, with lingering internal injuries. In that case, I will bestow upon you a [Polygonum multiflorum], what do you think?"

【He Shou Wu】, the vine is also called Ye Jiao Teng, and the root resembles a sweet potato. It is said that an old man's root must be in pairs of red and white, to resemble a human. The red one nourishes the blood, and the white one nourishes the qi, making it the highest quality blood-nourishing and qi-boosting substance among ordinary people.

Fang Chen's heart stirred.

Such ordinary items are rare even in this turbid and evil world. I never expected that even a family could bestow them upon me so casually. It seems that this kind of transmigration was the right choice.

With this item, one can attempt to condense the Human Seal, connect the three souls and seven spirits, stimulate the potential of the physical body, and step into the realm of condensing the True Seal in one fell swoop.

His thoughts wandered:

Since there are such benefits, why not exchange the original owner's quota for more mortal or even spiritual items to improve one's cultivation?

The original owner's quota was allocated by the Great Wei Dao Academy in Luoyang, the capital of the dynasty, to counties and prefectures across the land every ten years.

A prosperous era is the path to heaven, but the original owner's memories have already shown that chaos is imminent.

The capital city is teeming with cultivators, and Yin God True Persons appear from time to time. It is even suspected that Yang God True Lords and Loose Immortals are hiding among them. In addition, eunuchs interfere in politics and factional strife is endless, making it no good place to go.

Moreover, his identity is unusual...

With this thought in mind, Fang Chen had already made up his mind.

He wiped away his tears and bowed.

"Thank you for your kindness, Elder. I am deeply grateful."

After speaking, she seemed to recall the past, and two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks:

"However, Chen'er is frail and sickly, and has suffered this misfortune. I fear he is not up to the heavy responsibility of the place in the Daoist academy given to him by his adoptive father, and would be a waste of the clan's resources. I implore the elders to withdraw the place and select another virtuous and capable person."

"Look at this child, he is truly kind..." Elder Xuan Su's eyes deepened with compassion upon hearing this.

Compared to those in the clan who are outwardly respectful but inwardly deceitful, who only ask for rewards and whose eyes are filled with greed, this young man, though once a spoiled brat, is not inherently bad. He has suddenly come to his senses and can be considered a fine talent in the clan.

As her thoughts raced, her divine power had already reached the other two elders:

"A place at the Taoist academy would be an excellent choice in times of peace, but two hundred years have passed, and the world is in chaos. The academy is located in the capital, Luoyang, a place teeming with all sorts of people. If this young man goes there, I fear unforeseen circumstances may arise."

If Fang Chen hadn't brought it up, Elder Xuan Su would hardly have noticed this.

Elder Xuanfeng seemed hesitant:

"The clansmen left in this prefecture were meant to face the calamity; all the truly talented have been sent away. This young man has a decent temperament; having experienced life and death, his demeanor is beginning to show, and he already possesses extraordinary qualities. If he remains in the prefecture, when the calamity comes, won't he simply turn to ashes along with us?"

Another elder suggested:

"His biological father has rendered great service to the clan, and the current patriarch has also worked diligently for over a decade to safeguard the clan's legacy after the clan's fortunes suffered a major setback. Both have contributed significantly to the family. Now, this son is willing to give up his place in the Daoist academy for the family, and given his adoptive father's great contributions, a generous reward is necessary to appease the people. However, with only a few spiritual items in our possession, we fear we cannot offer a proper reward."

Elder Xuansu pondered for a moment and said:

"In that case, why not consult the Supreme Elder?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the remaining two elders changed drastically.

As elders of the clan and Yin Shen Zhenren, how could they not know?

The Fang family's greatest strength lies not in the three hundred acres of land in the prefecture, nor in the tens of thousands of clansmen, nor in the vast network of power that spans eight counties, but in the Supreme Elder of the Dao lineage, a person born in response to the great destiny of the clan!

In the past, my ancestor met Emperor Taizu of Wei when he was young, followed him in raising an army, divided the world into three, and was enfeoffed as a duke or marquis several times.

The Fang family should have lived in Luoyang, established themselves as a powerful clan, enjoyed the prestige of a noble family, and shared the fate of the country. However, they are now relegated to a remote corner. It is precisely because the Supreme Elder was born into the Fang family that they have exhausted their good fortune as dukes and marquises.

"Is this matter worth asking the Supreme Elder for help?" Elder Xuanfeng's divine sense fluctuated violently.

"The Supreme Elder once predicted that Fang Yuanming would be the last head of the family, destined to die in the calamity, but now things have changed," Elder Xuansu said. "The path of destiny is like a thousand-mile dike, breached by an ant hole. A slight difference can lead to vastly different outcomes. This change is likely an ominous sign and must be carefully observed."

Upon hearing this, the other two elders exchanged a glance and fell silent.

The key is not what was given to Fang Chen, but that Fang Yuanming's death was not something that could be predicted... This is a warning sign!

They are all outstanding members of the Fang family, truly one in a million. After decades of cultivation, how could they not know the principle that "a storm begins with a ripple"?

Even a thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole, let alone the path of destiny. The slightest difference can lead to a world of difference, so we must be extremely careful!

After a moment of silence, the three spoke in unison:

"Can."

Communication through the mind happens in an instant.

From Fang Chen's perspective, he saw the three elders exchange a glance and then order him to wait outside the door.

After he left, Elder Xuanfeng took out a bead.

Its pearl is made of sea jade, yet it reflects the starry sky. Its surface is surging with ocean waves, and its interior contains a profound sense of death, making it truly extraordinary.

Crushed casually.

The room suddenly fell silent.

This stillness is not silence, but rather a stillness where even the heartbeat, breathing, and the movement of the soul seem to be suspended by an invisible force.

Immediately, the surrounding light faded away layer by layer, and darkness spread from the soles of my feet, seeping into the four walls, like twilight descending, swallowing everything in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, it no longer felt like being in a secret room.

All directions were shrouded in boundless coldness, with no sky or earth, no distinction between the four directions, only scattered faint lights, hanging in the void, like the deep and dark underworld, the distant Yellow Springs.

The coldness around us was not the usual kind of cold, but a deathly stillness seeping from the depths of the earth, inch by inch, seeping into our very bones.

In what seemed like only a moment, the three of them had fallen from the mortal world into the underworld.

In the deepest darkness, a glimmer of bluish-gray light suddenly appeared.

It was neither lamplight, nor flame, nor moonlight, but rather resembled a faint, cold, swaying blue and red light.

At first, it was like a bean, swaying uncertainly; then it was like a candle, flickering dimly; then it was like mist, gradually thickening... Amidst the swaying light and shadow, it slowly condensed into a figure.

Its form is distorted and uncertain, resembling neither smoke nor mist, indistinguishable in gender or age, devoid of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and even difficult to discern whether it is human, ghost, immortal, or demon...

Only a single lamp is lit, its red flame flickering faintly, like a wisp of embers borrowed from a hundred homes, slowly making its way through the endless darkness.

"Supreme Elder." The three elders quickly bowed, their voices filled with reverence.

The newcomer is none other than the one who has been born to fulfill the destiny of the Fang family, who have exhausted two hundred years of their fortunes as nobles and dukes!

The figure paused slightly.

A hollow, vast sound instantly spread throughout the darkness, its origin and distance indistinguishable, like a whisper in one's ear, or perhaps a faint echo from the other side of the underworld:

"I already know your purpose."