Cultivating Immortality in a Family: I Prove Immortality Through the Chaotic Dao Realm

Chapter 12 The Pearl in the Valley: Yi and Xi

Chen Qian had only been cultivating for three days, so naturally he hadn't learned a single spell.

However, due to the existence of the Chaotic Spirit and the Gray Pearl World, Chen Qian found that he was quickly comprehending spells after browsing through the first-tier spell encyclopedia these past two days. All he lacked was more practice to improve his proficiency.

"I haven't learned it yet. But a first-tier low-grade spell shouldn't be too difficult if I study it more, so I'm thinking of buying some talisman-making materials to keep on hand, in case I need them someday."

Chen Qian replied.

The shopkeeper nodded in agreement: "What you said is not wrong. Almost all cultivators also practice talisman making. After cultivating for a long time, they will always have some special techniques they are good at."

To draw talismans, one must know the corresponding spells.

Casting a spell is a process of constructing the spiritual patterns of the corresponding spell through incantations and spells, and then releasing it.

These spiritual patterns are drawn on talisman paper, and the user can release them by activating them with their divine sense and magical power.

This is the principle of talisman making. Mastering the spell is the first step, and you must be quite proficient in it. Then you need to be able to precisely control your magical power and have a thorough understanding of the corresponding spell runes.

In the end, Chen Qian spent a total of thirty-one spirit stones. In addition to the monster meat, spirit vegetables and fruits, he also bought a first-grade low-level talisman brush, a piece of spirit ink and one hundred talisman papers.

One hundred talismans cost only five spirit stones. If they are all made into first-grade low-rank fireball talismans, they can be sold for twenty spirit stones.

The profits seem pretty good, but you can't calculate it that way. Even if you reach the level of a master in talisman making, it's impossible to achieve a 100% success rate.

Even if beginners are very proficient in spells, their success rate is only 20% to 30%, and the success rate of mid- to high-level spells is even lower.

To increase the success rate, in addition to spell proficiency and drawing techniques, control of mana and understanding of spirit runes are also very important.

In short, it still requires a lot of practice and a significant amount of time.

The shopkeeper had already packed all sorts of scraps into a package, and then brought over monster meat, spiritual vegetables and fruits, as well as tools and materials for making talismans.

Chen Qian accepted the item into his storage bag, paid with spirit stones, and took his leave.

In early summer, when it was still early, the valley was lush and green, and the flowers were in full bloom.

Sunlight filters through the dappled shadows of the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the road. Occasionally, a cool mountain breeze blows in, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

Chen Qian didn't greet anyone, and would wander into secluded places. When no one was paying attention, he would pick up a few stones here and dig up a few clumps of flowers and plants there, and casually throw them into the Gray Pearl World.

There are basically no forbidden areas in the outer valley, and the tension that had been building for several days was relieved during this spontaneous stroll.

After walking around for a while, we came to a small lake, one of the main water sources in the valley. It is said that several kinds of low-level spirit fish live in the lake, but unfortunately the yield is not high.

In the distance, a small boat drifts on the lake, with two graceful figures sitting opposite each other, one playing the zither and the other the flute.

A soft melody drifted over, surprisingly pleasant to the ear.

Accompanied by shimmering waves and a light mist, it resembles a misty fairyland, like a clear moon and gentle breeze.

Chen Qian was captivated by what he saw.

When the music ended, Chen Qian came to his senses and felt refreshed and invigorated, with a clear mind and a sense that his spiritual strength had also increased.

Not wanting to disturb the peaceful and serene beauty before me, I was about to turn and leave.

Suddenly, a clear, ethereal call came from the small boat on the lake.

"Brother Chen Qian, is that you?"

Chen Qian stopped and stared intently.

The small boat moved automatically without wind and was slowly approaching the shore.

One of the graceful figures on the boat had already stood up and was waving her long flute at him.

She was a beautiful and intelligent young woman of sixteen or seventeen. She wore a light purple gauze dress, her clothes fluttering in the breeze, and she smiled sweetly.

The double safety buckles around her waist jingled softly with the slight sway of her body, and a few strands of her hair hung down as if a gentle breeze was brushing against her flawless face.

"It's Yunxi!"

The young woman was none other than Chen Yunxi, the second daughter of the family head. At first, she was too far away for Chen Qian to recognize her, but now he could see her clearly. The woman, still sitting calmly in the small boat, had her guqin resting on her lap. Her pair of captivatingly long and slender legs, with her calves together and placed diagonally in front of her, precisely caught Chen Qian's gaze.

She wore a white dress, her beauty like a snow lotus on an iceberg. Her face was as radiant as the bright moon, her temperament as serene as a distant mountain; she was truly a fairy from the moon palace descended to earth.

Although not familiar with her, Chen Qian recognized her as Yunxi's older sister, Chen Yunyi.

Chen Qian dared not look at her too much. Although Chen Yunyi was only in her early twenties, she was undoubtedly the number one genius of the Chen family.

She had only been cultivating for ten years, but several years ago, Chen Qian had heard that she had broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining. Although she was a clan cultivator, she was no less capable than the elite disciples of major sects.

They are also the hope for the rise of the family, and are undoubtedly the foundation-building seeds.

Chen Qian may appear youthful, but his mind is that of a seasoned veteran. His heart may be racing, but he can quickly regain control, calm his mind, and maintain a composed demeanor on the surface.

As the boat reached the shore, Chen Yunyi gracefully rose, grasped the guqin with one hand, and gently supported her sister's arm with the other. Without the small boat bobbing, the two of them floated lightly ashore.

"Greetings, Miss!" Chen Qian bowed and greeted her, keeping his eyes down.

"Well, I'll go back first."

Chen Yunyi glanced at the two men with her beautiful eyes, said nothing more, nodded to Chen Qian, and then drifted away.

Seemingly slow but actually swift, the person was gone in a few breaths, leaving only a lingering fragrance.

“Brother Chen Qian, my sister has always been like this. You often don’t hear her say a word all day. It’s not that she doesn’t like you, so don’t worry about it.”

"I heard about you as soon as I returned to the valley. I'm so happy to know that you've been able to cultivate!"

“I also went to your courtyard, but the gate was closed, so I knew you were busy cultivating and didn’t disturb you.”

The girl's expression was joyful, and her sweet words kept coming, like a light feather tickling Chen Qian's heart.

"Don't worry, I know Miss and she won't mind. I just entered the valley and there are so many things to do. I didn't have time to ask about my sister's situation, but I didn't expect to run into her today."

Chen Qian was also overjoyed.

Looking at the bright and beautiful girl in front of me, even though I had been bombarded with countless beauty attacks from short videos with level 10 beauty filters and skin smoothing in my previous life, I still felt incredibly amazed.

The girl had clearly only lightly painted her eyebrows and made minor adjustments, but she was still far superior to those artificially enhanced and data-beautified women on Earth.

One was the second young lady of the family, while the other was an orphan from a collateral branch who lost her father at a young age. They shouldn't have had much interaction.

Although Chen Yunxi's parents are both cultivators and her older sister is a genius, she herself has no spiritual root.

This is quite normal. Even if both parents have top-grade spiritual roots and are exceptionally talented, only one or two out of ten of their children will inherit these roots.

Life is all predestined, and nothing is up to us.

Fortunately, Chen Yunxi has always been free-spirited and intelligent since childhood, and her personality has not become gloomy and withdrawn as a result.

From a young age, he often played with children of similar age in the charity hall, and he was especially close to Chen Qian.

In Chen Qian's childhood memories, Chen Yunxi's "Brother Chen Qian" and Feng Momo's "Brother Qian" filled his growing years.

Like two gentle shackles, they had long been intertwined with his life.

"Little sister, have you just returned to the valley? Did you go out for a stroll with the young lady?"

"No, a few months ago, my uncle had to go to Aobayama Market, so I begged him to take me with him. I haven't seen my sister in a long time and I miss her very much."

"So I've been living and traveling in the city with my sister for the past few months, and we just got back yesterday."

"I see. I've never been to Mount Aoba. I wonder what it's like there."

"This is my first time there too, and it's truly spectacular..."

Although the two had not seen each other for years, they seemed to instantly return to the harmonious time they spent together in their childhood, chatting happily without any hindrance.

(End of this chapter)