Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Too Many Talents

Chapter 396 Heartbreaking Melancholy (Please Subscribe)
Qin Yuehan and Lü Zhengying were suddenly startled.

The two instantly unleashed their magical weapons.

Layer upon layer of white silkworm silk enveloped and protected the four people at the table.

Before Lü Zhengying, a golden flying sword suddenly appeared, its tip pointing in the direction Shen Xuan was looking.

People of the time do not recognize the towering tree until it reaches the clouds, then they acknowledge its height.

A cold, sharp voice rang out.

Then, wisps of black energy emerged from the void, transforming into a black cloud that flew to the front of everyone.

"Demon cultivator?"

Lü Zhengying was deeply shaken.

His body transformed into a demonic cloud, moving freely as he came and went.

His demonic skills were superb, far surpassing his.

"A late-stage Demonic Cultivator!"

Lu Zhengying couldn't help but feel nervous, and her palms became slightly sweaty.

In the Foundation Establishment stage, demonic cultivators are generally stronger than spiritual cultivators of the same level.

That's about enough to cross a small realm.

The late stage of the Demon Foundation stage is equivalent to the completion of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Lü Zhengying glanced at Shen Xuan.

If Shen Xuan hadn't been there, he would have turned and run away long ago.

To fight a losing battle is to waste one's life and is not the act of a wise person.

Shen Xuan raised his hand slightly.

A stone bench three zhang away was suddenly lifted from the air and landed in front of the dark cloud.

"Ah Feng, sit down."

Shen Xuan said in a deep voice.

This statement came out.

Lü Zhengying immediately realized what was happening.

"It's you! Ling Zhenfeng!"

Qin Yuehan quietly removed the white silk ribbon.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a fierce cultivator carrying the Serpent Demon Bow on his back. His eyes were sharp, and his face was like an eagle's. It was none other than Ling Zhenfeng, his former classmate.

Wang Fugui exclaimed in surprise, "Ah Feng, it really is you!"

Ling Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Brother Fugui, it's me."

"You, you've also reached the Foundation Establishment stage..."

Wang Fugui's voice trembled, whether from excitement or shock, it was hard to tell.

Previously, he had always thought that Ling Zhenfeng had died long ago.

Shen Xuan and the others did not tell Ling Zhenfeng that he had embarked on the demonic path and established a demonic foundation.

It's not that I don't trust Wang Fugui.

It was for Wang Fugui's own good.

Sometimes it's better not to know than to know, as it can save you a lot of trouble.

However, at this time, Wang Fugui was about to die of old age.

There's no need to hide it from him anymore.

Back when they were students, Ling Zhenfeng's closest friends were Shen Xuan and Wang Fugui.

Shen Xuan took care of his life and studies.

Wang Fugui and he were inseparable, always together.

"Excellent! Heaven has been kind to me! To be able to see Ah Feng again in this lifetime, and to see Ah Feng achieve success in his cultivation, is truly a cause for celebration!"

"Come on, Ah Feng, let me toast you!"

"it is good!"

The two drank together and finished their drinks.

“Brother Fugui, I can’t stay here for long. We’ve known each other for a while now, so if there’s anything I can do to help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Ling Zhenfeng is a demonic cultivator.

Disciples of the Yin Sha Sect, one of the six major demonic sects of Liang Kingdom.

Although Longmen Market is directly under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect, it is small in scale and the protective array of the market is of limited power.

Ling Zhenfeng used a magical artifact that concealed his aura to hide his demonic cultivation and blend into the Dragon Gate Market.

However, you can't stay too long.

Once detected by the protective array.

Ling Zhenfeng, at the late stage of the Demon Foundation realm, possesses outstanding strength and will definitely be able to defeat the Foundation Establishment realm garrison officer of Longmen Market.

However, this place is too close to the Qingyun Sect.

Once entangled, with the arrival of Qingyun Sect experts, Ling Zhenfeng would find it difficult to escape.

Wang Fugui suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

"Good brother! Fugui won't stand on ceremony!"

"Fugui does have a wish, but it's not appropriate to ask Brother Shen, the young princess, or the young marquis for help."

“Ah Feng, Su Jin, passed away three years ago. She wasn’t buried in the Yu family’s ancestral graveyard; she was buried alone on Lengyue Cliff.”

"If we can't be together in life, can we be together in death?"

A light suddenly flashed in Wang Fugui's cloudy eyes as he looked at Ling Zhenfeng with anticipation.

Desecrating graves and stealing the remains of monks are heinous crimes.

Once discovered, whoever it is, is unforgivable and deserves to be punished by everyone.

Therefore, Wang Fugui said that it was not appropriate to bring up this matter with Shen Xuan and the others.

However, Ling Zhenfeng was different.

He was originally a demonic cultivator.

There is no need to pay attention to the precepts of Taoism.

"Sister Sujin, she left three years ago?"

Ling Zhenfeng finished the spirit wine in his arms by himself.

Suddenly, a long howl was heard.

Like the roar of a ferocious beast, or the churning of a raging sea.

Fortunately, Shen Xuan was prepared.

He unleashed several streams of spiritual energy, which transformed into several blue ice walls, completely shielding and isolating the area around the backyard.

After the whistling sound.

Ling Zhenfeng laughed and said, "What's so difficult about that!"

"After Brother Fugui's funeral, I will take the two of you to a quiet place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, so that you can keep him company."

"I remember, Sister Sujin likes places with bamboo and water. As for Brother Fugui, as long as Sister Sujin likes it, you like it too, right?"

"Ah Feng understands me best!"

"Thank you, Ah Feng."

"I can never repay your kindness in this life, but in my next life, I will repay you all by repaying your kindness in kind!"

Wang Fugui clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, his body trembling as he tried to bow deeply.

Ultimately, he ran out of energy, lost his balance, and fell backward with a thud.

A smile still lingered on his face.

See you in the next life.

Shen Xuan reached out and closed Wang Fugui's eyes.

"Zhenfeng, you should go first."

"Alright. Brother Shen, I'll wait for you at Broken Soul Cliff, three hundred miles west of the market. We have something to discuss."

After saying that, Ling Zhenfeng gave Wang Fugui a deep look.

Dark clouds swirled around him, and he vanished into nothingness in an instant.

"Junior Sister Qin, let's go back first."

Shen Xuan said to Lü Zhengying, "I'll leave the rest to Junior Brother Lü."

"After Fu Gui's funeral, he took his great-grandson Wang Xiao Gui to Han Yu Peak and handed him over to Su Xue'er."

Lü Zhengying quickly said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Shen."

Shen Xuan nodded: "I've always trusted you to handle things."

Lü Zhengying is a mid-Foundation Establishment elder of the Qingyun Sect.

It was enough to intimidate the Liu family and all the monsters and demons in Longmen Market.

He is here.

Wang Fugui's funeral will certainly be a grand affair.

Shen Xuan summoned the Silver Horned Pegasus.

Qin Yuehan summoned her cloud handkerchief. The two of them flew out of the backyard of the Liu residence, one after the other.

At the entrance of Longmen Market, after showing his sect's identity jade token, he flew westward toward Broken Soul Cliff.

The two remained silent throughout the journey.

It was late at night.

Shen Xuan looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

For some reason, I suddenly felt lonely and desolate in this world.

Wealth and glory are fleeting.

All my life's work has turned to dust.

What Wang Fugui could never forget were his closest relatives and loved ones.

But who remembers that he once walked this earth?

A hundred years later, everything about him vanished without a trace.

The two arrived at the Cliff of Broken Souls and landed.

Shen Xuan scanned the area with his divine sense.

"Zhenfeng hasn't arrived yet."

"Oh."

Qin Yuehan's worried expression deepened.

Clearly, Wang Fugui's death affected her state of mind.

"Senior brother, Wang Fugui has always liked Zhao Sujin?"

"Ah."

Why doesn't he give it a try?

Shen Xuan chuckled to himself.

It has to be said that Qin Yuehan, as a member of the royal family, lived in a different world from them.

I can never understand the suffering and sorrow of ordinary people at the bottom of society.

Wang Fugui came from a family of ordinary small merchants.

Having finally been diagnosed with a low-grade spiritual root, being able to marry into the Liu family, a cultivation clan, was already extremely fortunate.

Like Shen Xuan.

He struggled for over forty years among the lowest levels of the rogue cultivators, making talismans day and night, yet he could only barely make ends meet and survive.

This is despite his extreme self-discipline, lack of any bad habits, and refusal to engage in dangerous activities such as hunting and exploration.

Otherwise, he would have perished long ago.

What merit or ability does Wang Fugui possess to dare to marry a female cultivator with spiritual roots?

Don't say you can't afford to raise them.

Even if they could barely afford to raise him, with Wang Fugui's mediocre cultivation level and lack of any background or connections, he would inevitably face all sorts of unexpected disasters in the cultivation world.

The chances of him dying a horrible death are as high as 99%.

If Zhao Sujin has ulterior motives.

Wang Fugui's fate will not be much better than Wu Dalang's.

Human nature cannot withstand the test.

Wang Fugui is a smart man.

He had a very clear understanding of the cultivation world.

Everything is about profit.

The word "interest" carries a knife in its connotation and is stained with blood in its connotation.

If you don't fight or compete, you'll have nothing.

The fact that he could cling tightly to Lü Zhengying meant that he was useful and could bring benefits to Lü Zhengying.

Now, as he passes away peacefully and his eyes are about to close, he, as a son-in-law who married into the Wang family, still wants to leave a continuation of the family line.

Shen Xuan and his group found it inconvenient to do things like digging up graves or stealing the remains of cultivators.

However, Ling Zhenfeng, being a demonic cultivator, did it without any psychological burden.

"Don't try."

"This is the best outcome."

Shen Xuan said calmly.

Qin Yuehan remained silent.

Although she didn't understand, she knew that Shen Xuan had more experience than her.

They have a much clearer understanding of people and events than of themselves.

Qin Yuehan asked, "Why didn't Li Chang'an come?"

Of all my former classmates, only he was absent.

“Yesterday, Junior Brother Lü told me that Li Chang’an left a year ago.”

"Silently, no one knows."

"The Yu family made no fuss and simply buried him."

This is the standard treatment for a son-in-law in a cultivation family.

It's just for breeding.

Does he really consider himself a blood relative of a cultivation family?
Wang Fugui was an exception because he had Lü Zhengying as a powerful figure behind him.

It can generate a continuous stream of spirit stones for the Liu family.

This is also why Shen Xuan repeatedly reminds himself to cultivate step by step and become the strongest.

The world of cultivation is far more realistic and ruthless than the mortal world.

Those low-level cultivators are busy all day long, just trying to make ends meet.

Many cultivators remain stuck at the early stage of Qi Refining throughout their entire lives.

Even if one is lucky enough to break through to the middle or late stage of Qi Refining, as long as one has not established a foundation for the Dao, one's life is still that of an ox or a horse.

The essence of the cultivation society is to make the lower-level cultivators work hard to create wealth and resources, which are then concentrated in the upper levels.

Taoist temples, cultivation methods, elixirs, spells, talismans, magical artifacts, and so on.

There's also the Foundation Building Pill.

The higher-ups have plenty of ways to leave the lower-level cultivators with empty storage bags, no savings, and lacking in "wealth, companions, methods, and land," forcing them to work diligently and desperately.

This applies to sons and grandsons alike.

This is also why some battle-hardened cultivators who have survived countless battles are keen to bid for spiritual lands and establish cultivation families.

These are the elites who have emerged from the vast number of unaffiliated cultivators at the bottom of society.

I've seen through the essence of things.

Buying a sacred site at auction means having a foundation for your business, which is equivalent to defying fate.

His descendants were able to escape the tragic fate of lower-class monks and join the ruling class.

Even the worst of the ruling class.

It's much better than being a lowly, wandering cultivator who has no food or clothing and lives on the edge of a knife.

There's no need to tell Qin Yuehan about these things.

Don't say Qin Yuehan wouldn't understand.

Even if you understand, you still can't truly feel what it's like.

"Strange, why hasn't Zhenfeng arrived yet?"

Shen Xuan became wary.

Gently pat the insect bag around your waist.

A loud buzzing sound rang out.

A black cloud of insects spread out from him.

It was the Yin-devouring demonic insect that he had carefully cultivated for many years.

There are approximately 10,000 of them.

Among them, seven demonic insect leaders, each the size of a football, were clearly top-tier Tier 1 insects.

Before long, the Yin-devouring demonic insects spread throughout the area within ten miles of Broken Soul Cliff.

Shen Xuan's actions were not out of suspicion towards Ling Zhenfeng.

It's just for early warning purposes.

With his current combat strength.

Below the True Core Immortal and the Core Formation Demon Lord.

Even fake Core Formation True Persons and fake Core Formation Demon Lords.

Shen Xuan was confident that he could handle the situation.

After a stick of incense.

Several wisps of demonic energy rolled in, accompanied by sounds of fighting, and flew towards Shen Xuan.

(End of this chapter)