Eternal Tale

The grand elder scanned the room with his eyes and said no more.

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the back, where some sect leaders stood. As they watched the cold-eyed elder approach, their hair stood on end.

They were the ones truly in trouble. Sometimes, being weak had its advantages; at least they wouldn't be targeted by the strong...

"Destroy all portraits of those individuals within the sect."

"Yes!"

"Tonight, elders from both the outer and inner sects, even if in seclusion, must come to the Council Hall to discuss the layout concerning Kingdom Qian and the matter of recruiting disciples."

"Yes!"

"You all should ponder what the path of cultivating immortality truly means. Do not bring worldly affairs into the immortal sect, making a mess of things. It's utterly ridiculous!"

"...Yes!"

"For the next hundred years, you are forbidden from receiving sect offerings. Go to the outskirts of the Jade Bamboo Range to clear the land. Do not return until the time is up! That person who has hidden in the mortal world is not someone we should secretly flatter! If you make another mistake, even I cannot save you!"

"Yes! Thank you for your guidance, grand elder..." The leaders of the outer sect bowed deeply, their attitudes extremely reverent, understanding immediately, much more perceptive than those young cultivators who hadn't lived long.

"Return to the mountain." The grand elder snorted coldly and ascended into the air.

Everyone followed with their heads down, not daring to breathe loudly. The grand elder's majesty was vast and terrifying.

But what they didn't know was that the grand elder's gaze was heavy, already contemplating what treasures to use to house these two immortal artifacts, and they must be enshrined in the sect's sacred grounds... untainted by dust.

As he thought of this, his peripheral vision shifted, and the stern, unsmiling face suddenly changed, becoming extremely respectful, his eyes full of expression.

It was as if his eyes could speak:

Dao Ancestor, Young Master, take care as you walk, don't trip... this old servant, no, this junior is anxious!

On the distant road.

Chen Xun slightly turned his head, gazing at the sky, pointing somewhere unknown, a slight smile on his lips. This old fellow knows how to handle things, truly winning this Dao Ancestor's heart.

He quite enjoyed interacting with these old fellows; they spoke and acted flawlessly, requiring no extra thought. Living long was indeed a good thing; there wasn't a fool among them.

He just didn't enjoy interacting with those immortals of the same realm, where one sentence had eight hundred hidden meanings, and another had a thousand tests. Speak a few more words, and you'd have to plan the grand scheme of heaven and earth...

Damn, it's truly exhausting.

Chen Xun thought and then suddenly laughed, leisurely driving the wooden cart with his son and luggage towards the distant mountain path.

He preferred such simple days, relaxed, without having to scheme against others, just wandering around was enough.

On the road.

"Dad," Xiao Wuhen spoke softly, standing up on the back seat.

"Hmm?" Chen Xun turned his head.

"I feel like I've grown up," Xiao Wuhen said with a smile, an inexplicable statement.

"In front of your dad, you're still just a little brat." Chen Xun chuckled, applying a bit more force to climb the mountain path.

Xiao Wuhen pondered for a long time, his gaze on the lush forests on both sides: "Dad, do you think I have spiritual roots?"

"I don't know," Chen Xun said calmly, looking ahead.

"Dad... I want to cultivate immortality." Xiao Wuhen seemed to have made a huge decision, his voice heavy, lacking confidence.

"Why?"

"Dad, I want to try, and I also want to see the world of cultivating immortality."

"You could die."

"......"

The calm words floated over, causing Xiao Wuhen's pupils to shrink, a sudden and immense fear rising in his heart, silencing him.

"Dad..." Xiao Wuhen stammered, "Do you, do you not have spiritual roots?"

"No, just a rough old man," Chen Xun smiled meaningfully, "But the world of cultivating immortality is full of deceit, full of bloodshed, where millions or tens of millions can die tragically at any moment."

"......" Xiao Wuhen's face turned a shade paler, unable to imagine, a chill running straight to his head.

He used to fight with kids from other villages, but never thought of harming anyone. If the world of cultivating immortality was so terrifying, why did countless people flock to it?

"Son, what's wrong?"

"Dad... I'm, I'm a bit scared." Xiao Wuhen's words revealed a hint of timidity, never doubting his father's words.

"Then consider it when you're not afraid." Chen Xun's gentle voice came, and Xiao Wuhen's face instantly regained some color, nodding vigorously, not wanting to act rashly without thinking it through.

Xiao Wuhen suddenly leaned forward, but his small hands still pressed on the luggage, preventing it from being jolted off the bumpy mountain road.

His eyes turned, and he laughed foolishly: "Dad, you've never told me about your younger days."

All these years following his dad, he heard travelers boasting about their younger days, but never his dad.

So he was always curious, just never found the right opportunity to ask.

Chen Xun paused his feet slightly, the wooden cart's speed suddenly slowing a bit, and he casually said, "Your dad, in his younger days, was quite a figure, hehe."

"Wow!!" Xiao Wuhen's eyes sparkled with brilliant light, staring straight at Chen Xun's back, just as he thought!

"Dad, tell me about it."

"I forgot, I'll tell you when I remember." Chen Xun smiled warmly, facing the breeze, his eyes gradually reflecting a look of aged memories, "Son, today's sun is blazing, it's a good day."

"Indeed, Dad!"

"Son, hold on tight, Dad's going to speed up, let's see which beast dares to block the road, I'll knock it over!"

"Wow!! Dad, don't crash!"

Xiao Wuhen laughed heartily, not asking further since his dad didn't want to talk. His dad's eyes held too many stories, impossible to decipher even a bit.

...

The wooden cart rushed faster and faster up the mountain road, facing the blazing sun, the mountains and seas, and of course, two ghostly wails echoing, startling thousands of birds in the forest, taking flight towards the sky.

And on the road, a few inexplicably howling beasts appeared, knocked to the roadside to nurse their wounds, their eyes filled with grievance, not even realizing who had hit them...

Only a Qi-Enhancing Pill quietly appeared in their mouths, and the situation was fine, their life signs quite stable.

Five years later.

A dilapidated wooden cart appeared on the main road outside the Five Aggregates Sect's mountain gate, slowly moving along the road.

Roar?!

The ancient beast suddenly opened its eyes, Xiao Wuhen had returned alive?!

"Uncle Ancient Beast!! My dad and I are back!!" From afar, Xiao Wuhen's loud shout could be heard, Uncle Ancient Beast had poor hearing, so he had to shout.

"A Er," Chen Xun looked up and smiled lightly, still the same bear-like appearance, unchanged, surviving to this day was truly a miracle.

Roar!!

A Er's roar shook the mountain forest, its might startling Xiao Wuhen, something was off, terribly off...

No beast outside had such overwhelming might as Uncle Ancient Beast! Compared to Uncle Ancient Beast, even Sister Yuxuan seemed lacking...

His pupils suddenly contracted, as if realizing something.

Hmm... Uncle Ancient Beast should be one of the stronger beasts in their family, naturally powerful like him, with a robust body, unafraid of wind and sun, probably able to punch a cultivator!

Xiao Wuhen squinted his eyes, his knowledge now extraordinary, no longer the naive child he once was.

It seemed his dad's status in the family was low, not naturally powerful, only able to farm in the immortal sect, and Xiao Wuhen suddenly felt a bit sad...

He pondered day and night, still unable to understand why the immortal sect didn't pay his dad, forcing him to go down the mountain to earn spirit stones with his skills. Was this the sect bullying mortals?!

"Dad!" Xiao Wuhen suddenly shouted.

"What's with the sudden outburst?!" Chen Xun raised an eyebrow.

"This immortal sect can't be stayed in any longer, they don't pay, let's work for another sect, I have strength too, maybe I can cultivate..."

"Shut your mouth." Before Xiao Wuhen could finish, Chen Xun got off the cart, turned gracefully, and kicked Xiao Wuhen's butt.

Whoosh!

A figure was kicked skyward, like an arrow shooting towards the Five Aggregates Sect's mountain gate, simultaneously letting out a miserable cry for mercy: "Dad, I was wrong!!!"

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