Honghuang: It makes sense that there are four Sanqing, right?

Thinking of this, the old man replied.

"In response to the leader, I am a loner and do not usually associate with others. I only have some bastards who call me Ancestor Jin'ao. You may call me Jin'ao, leader."

"As for my wish... my lineage is constrained by heaven and earth, and there are no cultivation techniques to practice. If we want to cultivate, we can only breathe in spiritual energy to naturally increase our cultivation level."

Those with high talent are fine, but those with low talent have never been able to become immortals, and some have already reached the end of their lifespan.

They hoped the sect leader would impart cultivation methods to them, so that if they could break through, they could extend their lifespan by a little.

"I have few relatives and friends, only these turtle grandsons are close to me. It is a case of white-haired turtles sending off black-haired turtles every day. I hope that the leader will grant my clan a cultivation method."

As the old man spoke, he became somewhat afraid that Lingbao would see through his perfunctory manner, so he added some other things. When he finished speaking, he covered his face and began to sob.

This old man, at his age, how can he talk so nonsensically? Millions of years have passed since the beginning of time, and your descendants must number in the hundreds of millions. What kind of feelings could you possibly have? Why are you pretending?

Upon hearing Jin Ao's words, Xu Qing, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but secretly curse him, almost rolling his eyes.

Lingbao also felt something was strange. Why was this old man only sobbing but not shedding tears? But after all, Jin'ao was his first follower, so he decided to grant his wish.

Lingbao then clenched his fists and waved his hand.

"It is my duty to help my followers overcome their difficulties!"

Jin'ao stopped wailing, bowed to Lingbao, and then its primordial spirit returned to its physical body.

The island below trembled violently, with the foremost protrusion rising sharply. Then, a loud sound, like sawing wood, echoed throughout the East China Sea.

As the sound spread, the turtles and their offspring responded, calling out and converging on the spot. For a time, the East China Sea was filled with the sounds of turtles.

Lingbao and Xu Qing sat on the island and waited for a while. Before long, the area around the Golden Turtle was filled with both transformed and untransformed turtle offspring.

Jin'ao's primordial spirit left his body once again, and the old man in the golden robe bowed to Lingbao and said.

"All the turtles and their offspring within a radius of ten thousand miles are here. Those from ten thousand miles away, as long as they are fast enough, have also come. The rest are those who are not fast enough."

In my opinion, the leader can begin preaching now; the other turtles can have their own kind preach to them later.

Lingbao nodded. He was getting a little bored waiting, so starting now was fine. However, before he began his sermon, he needed to check on the turtle clan.

Although he had promised Jin'ao that he would share in the Daoist tortoise's teachings, he still needed to select a few talented and pleasing disciples; he couldn't accept everyone.

Standing up, Lingbao looked around and his attention was drawn to a turtle-like girl with an oval face and fair skin, dressed in a gorgeous green dress.

The girl held a small turtle in her arms, her face was full of sorrow. She was at the Xuanxian realm, with auspicious clouds above her head and auspicious energy under her feet. Lingbao calculated with his fingers and found that she was the person with whom he had a master-disciple relationship.

Lingbao was a little excited and walked over.

"Young man, what is your name? Would you be willing to take me as your master and join my sect?"

"Replying to Senior, my name is Gui Ling. Senior's willingness to take me as a disciple is an opportunity for me, and I should not refuse. However, my younger brother is on the verge of death, so please allow me to see him off on his final journey before I can serve you again."

Gui Ling looked at the young Taoist before him; his aura was unfathomable, clearly indicating profound cultivation. This was indeed his fortuitous encounter, but…

Looking at her dying younger brother in her arms, and recalling all the moments she had shared with him, Gui Ling steeled her heart and made the most difficult choice of her life.

There are countless people willing to become disciples of such a master. I am but a minor immortal, and I am afraid that saying this will displease the master.

Gui Ling closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, even preparing himself to be killed with a single palm strike.

"In that case, I'll wait for you. I wonder what's going on with your younger brother...?"

Instead of the expected cold snort, Gui Ling opened her beautiful eyes and saw a smiling young man with bright white teeth, who showed no sign of displeasure.

"Senior, you..."

Gui Ling cried out in surprise, his voice clear and crisp.

"What's wrong?"

Why is this person so strange? He talks like that, then closes his eyes and suddenly calls my name. Is this how all turtles are?

"It's alright, it's alright. In response to your question, senior, my younger brother was born at the same time as me, but he is dull-witted and has not yet become an immortal. Now, his lifespan is almost up."

"My younger brother and I have depended on each other since childhood. When I was seriously ill as a child, he brought me food. It can be said that without him, I would not be who I am today."

But now, he's like a candle flickering in the wind. Fortunately, my cultivation has reached a certain level, and I can protect him. If I leave, he probably won't survive.

Gui Ling answered honestly, but as he spoke, he choked up and cried, his face streaked with tears.

Lingbao's smile gradually froze. Somewhat affected by the turtle spirit's sadness, he sighed and said again.

"The way of Heaven is orderly, and reincarnation is constant; I cannot directly change his fate."

"However, I can extend his life by a hundred years and teach him cultivation methods. Whether he can break through within a hundred years depends on his own efforts."

Upon hearing this, Gui Ling glanced at Ling Bao in disbelief, then knelt down and carefully placed the little turtle in her arms aside.

"By the great god Pangu, I, your disciple Guiling, will never forget your grace of extending my life."

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily again.

Lingbao quickly squatted down and helped her up. Seeing Guiling like this, he, who had been carefree ever since leaving Yuanshi, was in no mood to speak at this moment.

How many such things happen among turtles?

Lingbao stood up and looked around. His conversation with Guiling had already attracted the attention of the other turtles, who were now all looking on with anticipation and eager to try.

But besides anticipation, they were also a little scared. Who knew if Lingbao only had his eye on Guiling, and if they went forward, they might get slapped to death.

Finally, in the corner, a young man in black gritted his teeth, ignored the obstruction of an old woman behind him, knelt down in front of Lingbao, and said in a trembling voice.

"Senior, my mother has only three years left to live and is on her deathbed. I know that I am dull-witted and cannot compare to Sister Guiling. I am not worthy of your attention."

I dare not hope that the seniors will extend my life; I only ask to be able to copy a cultivation method.

For the past three years, I have been willing to do anything to obtain cultivation resources for my mother. As long as there is a method of cultivation, there is hope for a breakthrough, and there is a glimmer of hope for survival!

The old woman behind him, walking with faltering steps, finally caught up and knelt down as well.

"Master, the child is ignorant and does not understand the will of Heaven. Do not blame him. Fate is constant and lifespan is fixed. How can it be changed at will? Otherwise, it would be disrupting the natural order."

"The fact that Gui Ling was appreciated by the Master is due to his good fortune, something I, an unfortunate person, cannot compare to."

Upon hearing this, the boy in the black robe immediately retorted.

"The Great Way is fifty, and the Heavenly Way is forty-nine."

"Without any cultivation method, relying solely on the breathing of spiritual energy, the lifespan of our race is predetermined from birth, regardless of temperament or ability. This is truly contrary to the laws of nature!"

"Does this mean that people without talent or opportunity cannot have the chance to live forever?"

Even if the Venerable One did not impart the cultivation method today, I would still travel overseas to seek it out, intercepting that lost essence for you, and fighting for a sliver of hope.

The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, seize the One that escapes, and fight for a sliver of life. Lingbao looked at the young man, his eyes flickering, as if he had gained some insight...