The Long Journey to Immortality

In the blink of an eye, the mortals living in human territory have surely changed twice, and countless mortals have lost their lives due to the exhaustion of their lifespan or accidents.

Faced with the cold reality, Han Lu even felt that it would be difficult for a Golden Core cultivator to stay in contact with a mortal for too long, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It took Feng Yang about three minutes to finish his introduction, which piqued Feng Jiao's interest before he got down to business, answering his daughter's questions and taking the opportunity to privately tease his old friend. At this crucial moment when Fang Lin was about to face a "major life event," he wanted to add some fun to himself with his story and establish a great image of a "know-it-all" father.

"Fellow Daoist Fang's cultivation method is self-created. Among them, breaking through from the early stage to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm requires a very important step."

"He needs to temporarily seal his spiritual power and live in the mortal world for a long time. The hustle and bustle of the world will cleanse his mind and enhance his understanding of the will of heaven, the laws of the Tao, life and so on."

"And it was when he sealed his spiritual power and traveled through human territory as a mortal that he accidentally met his beloved."

Because she was still young and her cultivation was still shallow, Feng Jiao did not quite understand the meaning and value of such an action for a cultivator.

But she couldn't help but nod.

After all, only in this way can we explain why a human idol, a great hero, and a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator like Fang Lin would become entangled with an ordinary woman and eventually come together with her.

Han Lu, who was listening in from the side, looked helpless.

She had expected it to be a love story that transcended class, but it turned out to be just an "ordinary" one.

"And then what happened?" Feng Jiao asked Han Lu the question she wanted to ask.

"Later? What later?" Feng Yang wasn't good at telling stories, but he felt that he had extracted the core idea and that was enough to explain the story.

"How did Senior Fang Lin meet and get to know this woman after he sealed his spiritual power?"

"After that, how did you overcome so many difficulties to be together?"

Feng Jiao asked a series of questions, each of which happened to be of interest to Han Lu.

Fengyang touched the armrest of the chair, only to realize that there was still a generation gap between her and her daughter, and their ways of thinking were different.

However, he is not afraid to change himself to meet his daughter's various needs.

Since his daughter had asked about these stories and happened to know them, it wouldn't hurt to say a few more words about these seemingly insignificant topics.

"Although Fellow Daoist Fang has sealed his spiritual power, he still walks in the mortal world."

"But his swordsmanship and knowledge remain with him."

"So he disguised himself as a wandering doctor, using the elixirs he had accumulated and the medical knowledge he had acquired to treat and save lives."

At this point, Han Lu imagined the attire of those worldly doctors during the plague, carrying medicine chests, holding a flag as a sign, and a silver-gray sword at their waist, as they took pulses and prepared medicine for people.

Feng Jiao reacted quickly, immediately guessing the relationship between the woman and Fang Lin.

"Father, is the woman who is about to marry Senior Fang Lin a patient that Senior Fang Lin met by chance when he was traveling around practicing medicine?"

"Huh? How did you know?" Fengyang didn't understand the romantic feelings in women's hearts, so he naturally couldn't understand why his daughter's premonition about this matter was so accurate.

Feng Jiao chuckled and said, "I guessed it, it's not hard to guess."

Following up on Feng Jiao's conjecture, Feng Yang said, "The woman who will grow old with Fellow Daoist Fang in the future was indeed once one of Fellow Daoist Fang's patients."

"Fellow Daoist Fang traveled around practicing medicine for five and a half years, and it was in the fifth year that he met this woman."

"Because he occasionally used expensive items like cultivation pills to help with difficult and complicated diseases in the secular world, he already had the title of divine doctor by the fifth year of his medical practice."

“Once his reputation spreads, people will naturally pay him to come to their homes to treat their difficult and complicated illnesses.”

"On another occasion, Fellow Daoist Fang was invited to his home by a wealthy merchant from the secular world for a consultation fee of ten taels of gold, to treat his daughter who was only fourteen years old."

"The illness is a serious one. The merchant also asked the monks for help, but they were all helpless."

"I only thought of giving it another try after hearing about Fellow Daoist Fang's reputation as a divine doctor, to see how Fellow Daoist Fang differed from those mediocre and incompetent doctors."

Fengyang paused, picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and glanced at his daughter's expression out of the corner of his eye.

After determining that his daughter showed no signs of jealousy or other strange emotions, Fengyang continued the story.

"As it turns out, the famous doctors and cultivators that the wealthy merchant had previously hired at great expense were indeed mediocre. Fellow Daoist Fang only needed to diagnose for a short while to know exactly what illness this girl, who was suffering from a serious illness and could only lie in bed, on the verge of death, was afflicted with."

"This girl is a natural cultivator, with outstanding talent. She was even born with a wisp of innate spiritual power with a purity comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"But this wisp of spiritual energy, without being channeled, had nowhere to go and blocked the heart meridian."

"That's why the girl seemed to be seriously ill and stayed in bed."

"If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Fang's discovery, I'm afraid that in another month or two, this woman would have died mysteriously because of the gift that heaven sent down."

Chapter 500 Fang Lin's Love Story (Part 2)

Having said that, Feng Jiao could already imagine what would happen next.

She interrupted her father, saying, "Dad, don't say anything yet, let me guess."

“Okay,” Fengyang thought that playing this little game with his daughter was a good way to smooth their relationship. “I won’t tell you yet, let’s see if you can guess it pretty accurately.”

Feng Jiao cleared her throat, looked into the distance, and began to make up a story based on the general information she knew.

"It must be that Senior Fang used the miraculous medicines he had on hand to cure that lucky yet unlucky girl's illness and clear her meridians of spiritual energy."

"Immediately afterwards, under Senior Fang's guidance, the girl embarked on the path of cultivation with her outstanding talent."

"And the two of them developed feelings for each other over time under this relationship, and began a teacher-student romance."

"It has ultimately become what it is today."

Feng Jiao said confidently, "Father, I guessed right, didn't I?"

Feng Yang shook his head, chuckled, and commented, "Your story is a bit cliché. Fellow Daoist Fang's experience is a little more interesting than yours."

Feng Jiao was a little skeptical. "Really? Is there some twist or turn in the story? I thought it was a happy ending."

"Where did things go wrong?" Feng Jiao continued to speculate. "Could it be that Senior Fang Lin was looked down upon by that woman's family? Did they say something like 'Don't underestimate a young man' or something like that? Did that spur him on and make him see through the illusions of the world, successfully advance to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and get together with that girl in such a glorious way?"

It must be said that Feng Jiao has a very rich imagination. Feng Yang felt a little pressured and wondered what strange things his wife, whom he hadn't seen for over a hundred years, had instilled in their daughter during her childhood.

Feng Yang didn't keep them in suspense and revealed the answer: "As for the illness, it was naturally cured by Fellow Daoist Fang with ease."

"However, even with careful guidance, Fellow Daoist Fang, who had sealed most of his spiritual power, was unable to help that woman embark on the path of cultivation after she recovered her health."

"In the end, it was only after the two of them developed feelings for each other over time that Fellow Daoist Fang, with the help of many rare and precious materials, managed to get his beloved to form a low-grade golden core, so that they could live together for hundreds of years."

"Perhaps it's because Fellow Daoist Fang is too..." Feng Yang wasn't used to praising his old friend, and after a pause, he found a suitable word, "too dazzling. That woman felt that she was too ordinary and not worthy of Fang Lin, so the two of them just lived together lovingly without holding a wedding."

"However, nearly three hundred years have passed since the two got together. Because the woman's cultivation was enhanced by external means, her lifespan is insufficient. She probably has about thirty years left to live."

"That's why Fellow Daoist Fang was in such a hurry to complete this ceremony, to give the other party a proper status, so as to avoid future regrets."

In his words, Fengyang revealed his envy of Fang Lin.

Compared to his old friend, Fang Lin's marriage can only be described as a failure, except that he has a daughter, which gives him a slight advantage.

The story has a good ending, but the process wasn't so perfect.

After hearing the story, Han Lu guessed that the twists and turns were probably caused by the difference in cultivation level and status between the two.

“There’s nothing I can do,” she sighed, feigning seriousness as if she were already married, thinking to herself, “Even if Senior Fang Lin doesn’t care, I imagine his other half will still hold a grudge.”

"Even if neither of them cares, standing in this position, Senior Fang Lin's actions will inevitably be discussed and focused on."

"No wonder that even now, two people who are no longer famous would think of having a wedding, so as not to leave any regrets in their more than three hundred years together."

"Perhaps..." Han Lu said with a mischievous smile, "In a while, Senior Fang Lin will be blessed with a son and start raising the next generation."

However, not a single word about Fang Lin's descendants is mentioned in history books.

Based on Elder Haoge's profound enlightenment before his death after failing his tribulation, Han Lu deduced that it was most likely that Senior Fang Lin's descendants did not inherit his talent, and therefore did not embark on the path of cultivation, nor step onto that magnificent stage of the last era of ancient cultivation.

Hearing that the story was true, Feng Jiao was somewhat disappointed.

Compared to the convoluted story, she now hopes for a happy and fulfilling story to happen to Fang Lin, her "savior".

“But it’s not all bad,” Feng Jiao comforted herself softly. “At least it’s a good ending. I hope Senior Fang can spend the rest of his life happily with his lover.”

After telling other people's love stories, Feng Jiao suddenly revealed her "Fish Gut Sword" and changed the subject, asking, "Father, when will you see Mother again?"

Upon hearing her daughter's sudden question, Fengyang, who was happily drinking tea, almost spat out her tea.

He coughed twice, spat twice, and spat the tiny tea leaves back into the cup. He stammered as he replied, "Daughter, I also want to reconcile with your mother, but this is not something that you, me, or she can decide."

"It was already difficult enough to bring you back to my side and live with me. As for bringing your mother out of the Fire Phoenix Clan, I'm afraid we'll only have the chance after this chaotic world ends."

Fengyang was deeply distressed because of the conflicts within his clan and the separation from his lover.

These words were spoken so openly and honestly, as if all the blame was not on him, but Feng Jiao, who had been raised by her mother since childhood, would not believe her father's nonsense.

The atmosphere was pleasant, and since Fengyang wasn't a strict father to begin with, she openly began to list the faults of her father that she had heard from her mother since she was a child.

It's quite normal for a young couple to have some conflicts in their lives, and Fengyang has indeed done some foolish things in his marriage.

However, these foolish things sounded particularly ridiculous coming from the daughter's mouth, especially after the director added the word "other half" for artistic embellishment.

Fengyang could only smile wryly as he explained, trying to change his daughter's image of him as a "bad husband."

Seeing this, Han Lu's gossipy nature was fully satisfied.

She began to imagine the days Fengyou spent reading with her mother on that desolate mountain.

Imagine now, in the wilderness, what Feng Rubing and Feng You might be experiencing.

Looking at Fengyang's current helpless state, she couldn't help but sigh, "Marriage is such a hassle."

Although this conversation between father and daughter made Fengyang feel somewhat embarrassed and ashamed as a father, he still maintained this close relationship with his daughter to some extent.

However, if this top expert from the ancient cultivation era knew that his interaction with his daughter had been recorded by the Moon Pearl and seen by Han Lu, a descendant from who-knows-how-many generations ago, he would probably spit out blood.

Chapter 501 On the Way to the Wedding

After listening secretly for a while, Han Lu found it quite interesting, but she felt that it was a bit unethical to pry into the privacy of her two elders. In the end, she suppressed her curiosity and used a spell to speed up the story.

Fortunately, these two "elders" who were active in the wilderness 100,000 years ago were unaware that Han Lu had spied on their private affairs, so Han Lu did not have to worry about being retaliated against by the Nascent Soul Realm True Spirit or the future Nascent Soul Realm True Spirit using their supreme methods to travel through time and space.

As the spell was completed, time around Han Lu flowed at an extremely fast speed.

The conversation between Feng Jiao and Feng Yang became inaudible due to the rapid passage of time.

This ensured that their private conversations as father and daughter didn't completely fall into Han Lu's ears.

In the blink of an eye, the sun and moon changed, the moon set outside the window and the sun rose, and the wedding day of Gu Xiufanglin finally arrived.

In celebration of such a momentous occasion, in addition to the festive decorations at Fang Lin's residence in Chaoquan City, many ordinary people in the city, grateful for Fang Lin's continued protection of the human race, also decorated their homes in their own ways to create a joyous atmosphere and add to the festive spirit of Fang Lin's wedding.