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

Chapter 232 Why Three Matches? One is Enough!
The ancestral home of the family, Fenglin Valley, is only a few thousand miles away from Qianlong Mountain. At the speed at which the Golden Bean has reached the threshold of the Core Formation cultivator, it will take only half an hour to arrive.

The perception of distance and time among cultivators is completely different from that of Earthlings.

The short travel time felt to Chen Yunxi like a human from Earth visiting a neighboring community.

So, when she stood on Jin Dou's back, nestled in Chen Qian's arms, and saw the Qianlong Mountain, shimmering with a faint golden light, come into view without her noticing, she happily exclaimed, "Brother Chen Qian, how fast! One day is enough for many round trips."

"Yes, it will be very convenient for you to go back to the valley to visit your father-in-law in the future."

Chen Qian nodded and stroked his wife's head again, "After you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, you can take Yi'an to visit other people's homes every day if you want."

"Really?" Chen Yunxi smiled sweetly.

"Yes, it won't take long," Chen Qian nodded affirmatively.

Back at Qianlong Mountain, Chen Qian lived a comfortable and fulfilling life.

Spending his days with his wives and concubines, playing with his children, cultivating his body and practicing magic, and deducing secret techniques, time flew by.

The 100-day mark is approaching.

With the full support of their families, preparations for Chen Qian and Chen Yunyi's Foundation Building and Joint Cultivation Ceremony are almost complete, and they are just waiting for the guests to arrive.

But before that, Chen Qian wanted to go out for a trip.

……

More than 10,000 miles southeast of Qianlong Mountain, beyond the vast plains and valleys, high mountains and dense forests, and a few hilly areas cultivated by ordinary people, a majestic mountain range with a deep blue color suddenly appears.

This mountain range is not an isolated peak, but is formed by several majestic mountain ranges that intertwine and protect it like the spine of a dragon.

The main peak resembles a hibernating ancient tortoise. Its body is dark, and the exposed rock layers have winding textures like tortoise shells. The mountain peak, which pierces the clouds, is like a raised tortoise head. The main peak is surrounded by a continuous range of peaks, all shrouded in a flowing light blue spiritual mist.

These continuous mountain ranges, like giant pythons coiled around the main peak, are steep and strange, with many deep ravines and secluded valleys.

Multiple water veins, some visible and some hidden, seep out from the peaks, flowing along the ravines of the serpentine mountain range, and converging at the foot of the main peak to form a vast expanse called "Xuanyuan Lake".

The spiritual veins beneath the mountains are of the third-grade lower level. Metal generates water, and water nurtures metal evil, complementing each other and making it quite unique.

This is the ancestral spiritual land of the fake Danwang family—Xuanwu Ridge.

On the main peak of Xuanwu, a series of palaces and pavilions are built against the mountain, all using "Xuanmo Crystal Rock," a specialty of Xuanwu Ridge, as the main material.

From a distance, the buildings appear layered and stacked, with a uniform and somber color scheme and sharp, cold lines, resembling a steel jungle atop the armor of an ancient beast.

Inside the Xuanwu Hall on the main peak, the second ancestor of the Wang family, Master Shiyuan, sat on the high seat, eyes closed and silent, while dozens of family members gathered below him, each expressing their own opinions.

"Everyone, what's there to argue about? Just stick to the original plan. Do you think we'd back down in front of a mere Foundation Establishment mid-stage family?!"

The speaker was a middle-aged giant with an extremely imposing physique. He wore a robe with a sleeve that concealed a massive arm as large as a woman's waist, and his voice boomed.

“Uncle Hai, you can’t say that,” a young scholar-looking man below the giant said. “My Wang family and this Chen family have no real conflict. It’s not worth making enemies over something as trivial as the Fire Cloud Stone Mine, which is presented as an insult during their grand ceremony.”

"Don't think I don't know. You've become a coward after getting the latest intelligence from the Chen family," the giant roared. "That guy, what's his name... Yun Qian, right? He's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Uncle Hai!" the young man exclaimed anxiously, "That person has close ties with two true disciples of the Hidden Edge Pavilion and the Beast Taming Sect. Shouldn't he be taken seriously?!"

"Yes, Yuanhai, we need to be more careful..."

“Indeed, since it involves the true teachings of the upper sect, we have to consider the cause and effect relationship more.”

As soon as the young man finished speaking, many members of the Wang family around him expressed their agreement.

"He's just a lucky, greenhorn!" The giant remained unconvinced and wanted to argue further...

"All right!"

The second patriarch of the Wang family, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them now, his gaze cold and sharp. "What kind of behavior is this! You're arguing so fiercely over such a trivial matter."

The fake pill exuded a powerful aura, and immediately the lower body fell silent in fear.

Even Wang Yuanhai, who had always spoken in a gruff voice, awkwardly shut his mouth.

“Yuan Feng’s considerations are not without merit.” Master Shi Yuan softened his tone. “Since that’s the case…”

Just as he was about to deliver his final decision, a voice, not loud, yet seemingly capable of piercing mountains and breaking through formations, faintly echoed above the main peak of Xuanwu Ridge—

"Chen Yunqian, the master of Fenglin Valley and Qianlong Mountain, has come to visit! Please summon the person in charge of the Wang family of Xuanwu Ridge!"

"Chen Yunqian, the master of Fenglin Valley and Qianlong Mountain, has come to visit! Please summon the person in charge of the Wang family of Xuanwu Ridge!"

"Chen Yunqian, the master of Fenglin Valley and Qianlong Mountain, has come to visit! Please summon the person in charge of the Wang family of Xuanwu Ridge!"

Three consecutive syllables, spoken in a calm tone, sounded like a warm greeting between close friends and family.

but……

These words struck the hearts of the high-ranking members of the Wang family in the Xuanwu Hall like a heavy hammer!
The members of the royal family in the hall looked on in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

For a moment, everyone in the royal family in the hall was stunned, like a tortoise or snake with its throat being choked, even their breathing was suppressed.

half an hour...

Master Shiyuan, being the most accomplished in cultivation, was the first to react.

With a wave of his hand, ripples spread across the air, and a giant mirror of light, seemingly formed from mist, appeared.

Spirit Mirror Technique!
Advanced detection spells can utilize the power of the family's grand formation to observe the situation within a radius of tens of miles outside the formation.

A burst of spiritual light flashed across the surface of the giant mirror, and it quickly locked onto a figure standing proudly in the void about five miles outside Xuanwu Ridge!
This is a handsome young man dressed in a moon-white outfit, his clothes remaining motionless in the biting mountain wind, as if he were one with the void.

He was surrounded by supreme Daoist energy, which naturally formed an invisible barrier in the void where he was located, keeping the raging gale several feet away, making it difficult for people to see him clearly. However, his deep, abyss-like eyes beneath his dark, tousled hair were exceptionally bright.

Master Shiyuan's fingers suddenly gripped the armrests of the Xuanmo Crystal Rock Chair.

As if aware that someone was secretly watching, the young man's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"Chen Yun... in hiding!"

"This is Chen Yunqian!"

The high-ranking members of the royal family in the hall had all briefly learned about Chen Qian's information, including his image, so they naturally recognized who the newcomer was at once.

"Is this the lucky, greenhorn Yuan Hai was talking about...?" "Impossible!"

"Absolutely...impossible!"

After an unbearable silence, everyone erupted in uproar, like a fishpond whose frying pan had been disturbed.

"What's wrong, Grandpa Shiyuan? Who's outside?" Just as the noise and commotion subsided, a young girl dressed in a light purple dress gracefully entered the hall.

Her figure was graceful, and her steps seemed to be shrouded in mist. Her long, flowing black hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, adding to her languid and charming appearance.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, with eyebrows like distant mountains, and eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkling with a lively light. Below her delicate nose were cherry-red lips, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth carried a hint of innate pride.

"Qing'er, weren't you in seclusion? Why did you come out?" When Master Shiyuan saw the girl, his livid expression softened considerably.

“Grandpa Shiyuan, I’m not in complete seclusion. I can still hear such a commotion outside,” the girl Qing’er replied in a clear voice.

Master Shi Yuan was completely baffled as to how Chen Qian could transmit his voice to the Xuanwu Hall from dozens of miles away, even through the family's grand formation.

Even without the obstruction of the great formation, a Core Formation Grandmaster's divine sense would not be able to probe this far.

Let alone a junior who has just established his foundation?
Could it be that the person outside isn't the so-called Chen Yunqian of the Chen family at all, but a Nascent Soul cultivator in disguise?

but……

What kind of Nascent Soul True Lord would be so bored as to come here specifically to toy with the Wang family?

That makes no sense!
Regardless, the other party has come knocking on our door and is demanding that we meet outside. We can't just pretend we don't know anything and act like cowards.
They are from the Xuanwu royal family, not the Turtle royal family!
"Let's go!" Master Shiyuan took a deep breath, took the lead, and flew out of the hall.

The people inside the hall didn't have time to think much. They all released their flying swords or flying devices and followed behind Master Shiyuan, rushing out of the great formation.

……

Chen Qian was able to ignore the great formation and transmit his voice to Xuanwu Ridge from a distance dozens of times greater than the strength of his divine sense, which was naturally thanks to the Akaga Life Wheel Realm.

With just Aka's ability to monitor and understand the profound realm, he still lacks the power to achieve this.

However, if we add the power of the Destiny Wheel Realm, which now spans four hundred miles and whose five primordial spaces have at least taken shape, it will be more than enough.

When Master Shiyuan led the Wang family to the outside of Xuanwu Ridge, what they saw was Chen Qian's unfathomable and lonely appearance.

……

About five miles outside the gate of Xuanwu Ridge lies a flat plain with sparse shrubs.

Black Rock City, where the mortal members of the Wang family gathered, was hundreds of miles away, outside the range of the Xuanwu Ridge family's great formation, and there was hardly any human habitation around it.

Chen Qian transmitted his voice through the array, which seemed to have a great momentum, but he precisely focused his voice on only one place, the Xuanwu Hall on the main peak.

Therefore, although there were many cultivators in Xuanwu Ridge, they had no idea what had happened.

Many people noticed that Ancestor Shiyuan led a number of Foundation Establishment elders out of the great formation, as if something big had happened.

But without orders, they dared not follow, and could only watch from afar within their tribe.

A fierce wind howled a thousand feet in the sky.

Chen Qian stood with his hands behind his back in the void, riding on a magical flying kite, his moon-white outfit spotless.

The mountain wind swept past him gently, and he was surrounded by a distant, ethereal, and serene aura that captivated all who beheld him.

Master Shiyuan led a group of about ten people, who faced Chen Qian from a distance of several hundred feet, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Master Shiyuan wore a gray robe and had gray hair. His face was thin and his eyes were sharp like a hawk's. He exuded the calm aura of a fake core expert.

Following closely behind was Wang Yuanhai, a burly man with bare arms, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Next came the many Foundation Establishment level members of the Wang family, and among them was a pale purple figure that had unknowingly caught Chen Qian's eye—Wang Qing'er.

Master Shiyuan's gaze was like lightning. He sensed the strange Daoist aura surrounding Chen Qian. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his expression became solemn, because he found that he could not see through the young man in front of him at all.

"I am Wang Shiyuan. You are Chen Yunqian, the master of Qianlong Mountain? Meeting you today, I can see that you live up to your reputation and are truly a peerless genius."

Since the guests were already invited, Chen Qian had already extended the invitation. Now it was naturally the Wang family's turn to make the first move, as well as to test the waters.

Even with the person standing right in front of him, he found it hard to believe that this peerless demeanor and mysterious strength were rumored to be those of a mere Foundation Establishment junior!

Chen Qian smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Shi Yuan, you flatter me. I am Chen Yunqian."

"I have come here with great prestige, only because I have heard that the nobles intend to hold a wager during my Foundation Establishment Ceremony to determine the ownership of the Fire Cloud Mountain mine."

He spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"But it would be inauspicious to resort to violence on such a joyous day. Why don't we resolve this first, and then welcome the Wang family to come and enjoy a celebratory drink? Wouldn't that be better?"

Wang Yuanhai, with a fiery temper, dared to come to Chen Qian's door alone and made a decision about the bet in one word, completely disregarding the Wang family.

He couldn't help but shout gruffly, "Fellow Daoist Chen! Now that you know of our intention to wager, have you come here in person to admit defeat? Good, it saves us all trouble!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Wang family members varied.

Wang Qing'er frowned slightly, her star-like eyes scrutinizing Chen Qian, a deep curiosity flashing in her eyes.

She was exceptionally talented and had extraordinary comprehension. From a young age, she was a favored daughter of heaven and was taken in as a true disciple by the Yunmeng Immortal Sect, a major sect in the Chu Kingdom.

She had seen countless young geniuses and outstanding figures from various sects, but none had captured her heart as instantly as Chen Qian. Her heart was already churning with turmoil, far from the calm she appeared on the surface.

What was he relying on to be so calm and composed when facing the False Core Ancestor and a group of clan elders alone, even giving off a faint sense of... looking down on them?
Chen Qian shook his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Admit defeat? Fellow Daoist Yuan Hai is joking."

"Settling things here will neither disturb the guests' enjoyment on the day of the ceremony, nor will it cause the Wang family to lose face in front of everyone and become a laughing stock for outsiders."

"You!" Wang Yuanhai was furious. They hadn't even started the match yet, and he was already saying they were doomed to lose.

mad! So crazy!
Master Shiyuan raised his hand to stop Wang Yuanhai, who was about to start cursing again, and smiled, "Good, good, good, as expected of a young hero!"

"But Fellow Daoist Yun Qian has come alone. There are three rounds of this contest. How does Fellow Daoist intend to proceed?"

Chen Qian's gaze swept lazily over the Wang family members, his tone indifferent yet carrying an undeniable air of authority: "What's so difficult about that?"

"Why bother with three rounds of betting? In my opinion, a contest between Qi Refining juniors is unnecessary. I, Chen, am willing to learn from the two talents sent by your noble family, one in the early stage and one in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. What does Ancestor Shi Yuan think?"

Upon hearing this, the Wang family fell into a deathly silence!
(End of this chapter)