I'm determined to become an immortal!

Outside the mountain pass on the east side of Changyang Mountain, there is a depression between it and the Yinsha River. In earlier years, the Xu family reclaimed it into a large area of ​​spiritual fields.

This place used to be called Xujiawan, but now it has naturally been renamed Hejiawan, and the He family's Lingtian Manor has been built.

It was midday.

A hunched, wrinkled, and withered old man slowly walked towards them from a distance.

This old man was actually He Sheng in disguise.

Previously, after mastering the basics of the "Flesh and Blood Rebirth Technique" in that secluded cave, he spent less than a year of general training time to advance this secret technique to perfection.

They can already change their appearance at will, control their aura, and disguise their magical power fluctuations.

According to the memories left by Piao Ge, the He family was a mixed community of immortals and mortals, and their status was determined by bloodline.

Piao Ge was born into the second branch of the He family, which lived on the main peak of Changyang Mountain and had the most distinguished bloodline.

As for the Lingtian Manor, it was almost entirely inhabited by collateral relatives beyond the fifth degree of kinship, as well as the spirit farmers and sons-in-law recruited by the He family.

He Sheng walked forward with his cane, looking around while trying to recall Piao Ge's memories.

He planned to go to the manor under the pretext of asking for water to listen to gossip and find out what the current situation was in Changyang Mountain.

However, as soon as he stepped onto the ridge, a cacophony of hoofbeats and unrestrained laughter reached his ears.

"Giddy up! Giddy up! Run, you old geezer!"

"Haha, this barley is growing well. If we trample it, it'll be perfect snacks for the horses!"

"There's a rabbit over there, take my arrow!"

...

He Sheng frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw several tall and strong horses galloping wildly in the spirit field.

Several richly dressed young men sat on horseback, each with an unrestrained expression, completely disregarding those around them.

Beneath the horses' hooves lay fields of thriving rice.

Spirit rice is not an ordinary thing, but a low-level spiritual plant, which is the food that low-level cultivators in the Spirit Field Manor rely on for cultivation.

But now, these sacred rice plants are being trampled by the wild horses, lying flat and broken in large swaths, sap splattering everywhere, leaving a mess.

"Stop! You can't do this!"

An angry shout rang out.

A boy dressed in coarse linen clothes and with a sallow complexion rushed out from the other end of the field ridge.

The boy looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old. He was thin, but his eyebrows were long and slender like swords, and his clear eyes seemed to have a sharp edge.

He held a spirit hoe in his hand, trying to block the wild horse's path.

"Whoa!"

The young man leading the red horse suddenly pulled on the reins, causing the horse to rear up on its hind legs and neigh, nearly kicking the thin-browed boy in the face.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from, daring to block my path?"

The boy on the red horse looked down at the boy with thin eyebrows with a mocking expression.

"Which branch of the family are you from? You've got some nerve!"

The boy with thin eyebrows gripped the spirit hoe tightly, pointing at the scattered spirit wheat on the ground, his voice trembling with excitement:

"This is the food rations for Deacon Li's family, and it's also the clan's customary rations that we have to hand over. How can you, the main branch, trample on this so casually!"

"This sacred rice isn't ripe yet; if we trample it, we'll have to pay for it ourselves!"

"You need to pay compensation?"

Another boy in blue chuckled, jumped off his horse, and walked up to the boy with thin eyebrows.

"Hey!"

Not bad, at such a young age you have already mastered Qi cultivation, you can be called a Qi Refining Immortal Master.

I'm so scared!

The boy in blue made a scared face, which amused his companions behind him, causing them to burst into laughter.

But then he reached out and slapped the other person's cheek, the force neither too light nor too heavy, but the action was full of humiliation.

"You lowly collateral descendants, the fact that you share the surname He with us is already a stroke of good luck."

"It's just a few broken rice stalks, so what if they're trampled? What? You want us to compensate you?"

"You...you've really gone too far!"

The boy with thin eyebrows had red eyes, and his chest heaved violently. The spirit hoe in his hand emitted specks of spiritual light, as if he couldn't help but want to take action.

"This is going too far!"

The boy on the red horse burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"In this Changyang Mountain, our main branch of blood is heaven!"

Whatever we say goes!

"Don't even mention trampling your rice; even if I break your leg today, you'd still have to kneel down and say thank you!"

Having said that, his eyes turned cold, and he addressed the two mid-stage Qi Refining guards following behind him:

"Ah Fu, Ah Lu."

This little brat dares to disrespect us main branch disciples, and even looks like he's about to fight! Let's teach this little brat what manners are!

"Yes, Third Young Master."

Two burly men, each eight feet tall and with bulging muscles, immediately stepped forward.

These two guards were clearly body cultivators, and being at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, the thin-browed youth was no match for them.

But the boy with thin eyebrows did not back down, he only said:

"You've insulted me like this today, but as long as you don't kill me, I'll get my revenge someday. I refuse to believe there's no justice in this world!"

"justice?

In Changyang Mountain, justice for the He family is in our blood!

"You lowly bastard who doesn't even know the difference between superiors and inferiors, beat him hard!"

The boy in blue had a vicious and ruthless look on his face.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap landed hard on the boy's face, sending him flying and crashing into the muddy field, blood instantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The boy convulsed in pain, but gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single cry of pleading.

The scene before him left He Sheng, who was watching from a distance, dumbfounded.

Although he already knew from Piao Ge's memories that Piao Ge had led the He family astray, and that the family members had become arrogant and domineering, he was still able to do so.

But he never expected that this arrogance had reached such an absurd level.

Even though it was the main branch disciples who trampled the sacred rice on horseback, they acted as if it were perfectly normal.

The boy with thin eyebrows was only afraid that he wouldn't be able to pay the clan dues, so he stood up to stop them. The main branch disciples were able to bring their guards and start beating people.

Moreover, in their words, they regard blood ties as an absolute rule of hierarchy, completely disregarding kinship and even the most basic rules of the cultivation world!

This last point is the most absurd, because in He Sheng's perception, these arrogant young men from the main branch are all ordinary people!

"To defy immortality with mortal power... is nothing short of a disaster. Aren't you afraid that a 'Great Love Immortal Venerable' will emerge from your clan in the future?"

He Sheng shook his head inwardly.

"and..."

He Sheng glanced around. There were quite a few low-level cultivators in this Lingtian Manor, but only the boy with thin eyebrows stepped forward.

Seeing the boy with thin eyebrows being beaten until he vomited blood, no one came forward to stop it.

As the saying goes, one should not let a person who carries firewood for others freeze to death in the wind and snow.

The young man stepped forward to protect the overall interests of Zhuangzi, but none of the others dared to stand up; they simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

With people so cold-hearted, I'm afraid that once news of Piao Ge's death arrives, these people will immediately scatter like monkeys falling from a fallen tree.

It's possible that some disgruntled individuals might even become traitors within the organization.

The He family... is utterly rotten!

From what he saw, He Sheng could tell that Changyang Mountain was safe and sound, or even calm and peaceful, so far.

Otherwise, these disciples, who consider themselves of noble lineage, would have no interest in going out for a spring outing.

As He Sheng's thoughts raced, the blue-clad youth continued his taunts, his face radiating arrogance.

"Afu, Alu, break this bastard's legs!"

The two body-refining guards, their blood surging, lunged at the thin-browed boy in the mud like two humanoid bears, one on the left and one on the right.

The boy with thin eyebrows tried to defend himself with his spirit hoe, but he was no match for it. He broke the hoe in a few moves and lay on the muddy ground, watching as a huge fist smashed down on his knee!

At the critical moment, a clear shout rang out like thunder, shaking the entire audience!

"roll."

A hoarse yet supremely authoritative word came from He Sheng's mouth.

In the next second, the mutation popped up.

The two menacing mid-stage Qi Refining guards suddenly froze in mid-air, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying suction force arose out of nowhere, not pulling them toward He Sheng, but directly crushing their protective qi and blood!

Click!

Click!

...

The sickening cracking of bones rang out one after another.

Before the two burly men could even scream, their limbs twisted and snapped at bizarre angles, as if they were dough being kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

Then, with two "plop" sounds, it crashed heavily into the spirit field like two puddles of mud, its fate unknown.

Did I go a little too far?

He Sheng was somewhat surprised. He hadn't used any magic, he had only used his magic power to hold the two of them, but he hadn't expected them to be so weak.

Looking at the two puddles of mud on the ground, He Sheng did not feel the discomfort he had after killing someone for the first time. Instead, he felt a strange sensation.

This feeling carries a sense of superiority and condescension, mixed with the exhilaration of administering justice.

As He Sheng pondered this in his heart, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The smiles on the faces of the main branch teenagers, who had been laughing wildly just moments before, instantly froze, turning into extreme horror and bewilderment.

"A-Fu? A-Lu?"

The red-horse boy's voice trembled as he stared incredulously at the two guards on the ground who were usually ten men each.

The boy in blue looked around, trying to find the person who had made the move, and his gaze quickly locked onto He Sheng on the ridge of the field.

"Did you do this?!"

"What have you done, you old fool? Do you even know that the second branch of the He family and the number one cultivator of the Silver Sand River are from the same clan and the same lineage?!"

On He Sheng's wrinkled old face, his eyes shone with an alarming brightness, like cold stars in the dark night.

"You mere mortals dare to presume to claim noble bloodlines and trample on your own kind?" He Sheng's voice was calm, yet every word was like a hammer blow. "In my eyes, you are not even as good as the spirit rice beneath your feet."

"You...you dare to touch us! The clan leader...the clan leader will never let you get away with this!"

The boy in blue roared, trying to invoke his family's name, but his bravado was barely concealed.

"Clan leader?" He Sheng's lips curled into a mocking smile. "What a coincidence, I've come here to see your clan leader."

Having said that, he waved his sleeve.

The moisture in the air instantly coalesced into several pale blue ropes, which precisely bound the boys together like rice dumplings.

They tried to struggle and call for help, but found that even their tongues were sealed by spiritual power, and they could only make "woo-woo" sounds, their eyes filled with fear.

After dealing with these troubles, He Sheng turned around and looked at the thin-browed boy who was still lying in the mud.

At this moment, the boy stared wide-eyed at the scene, clearly still reeling from the dramatic turn of events.

He Sheng raised one hand, and a gentle magical force lifted the boy up, making him float steadily in mid-air before gently landing him on the ridge of the field.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior."

The boy clutched his chest and awkwardly bowed, his eyes filled with gratitude but also a hint of wariness.

He Sheng didn't speak, but casually took out two pills with a pale blue luster from his pocket, flicked them with his finger, and put them into the boy's mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a cool sensation spread throughout his body in an instant. The boy's pale face regained its color at a visible speed, and his external wounds also healed rapidly.

While the boy was adjusting his breathing, He Sheng casually extended a finger and gently touched the boy's wrist pulse point.

A wisp of spiritual energy probed into his body.

The next moment, a hint of surprise flashed in He Sheng's usually calm eyes.

"A mid-grade spiritual root of the three elements: metal, earth, and water?"

Among them, the sensitivity of the metal-type spiritual root is close to that of a top-grade being?!

Although his talent is not as good as Piao Ge's, he is definitely a rare talent in the He family. With proper training, he may even be able to establish his foundation in the future.

No wonder the He family has been a Foundation Establishment family for almost twenty years, yet no second Foundation Establishment cultivator has appeared.

Even such promising talents are treated like this, it's really...

He Sheng shook his head, already somewhat numb to the He family's "rottenness".

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly heard a sword's cry, which came from the boy's body.

"What...special constitution is this?!"

He looked at the boy before him, whose eyebrows were like swords and whose eyes were stubborn, and thought to himself:

Could he really be a potential Immortal Venerable or Dou Di?

Could it be that my simple act saved the He family from annihilation a century later?

He Sheng chuckled inwardly, opening his mouth to ask the thin-browed boy his name.

Before he could finish speaking, a long and heavy bell tolled suddenly from Changyang Mountain!

He Sheng paused involuntarily.

Followed by.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

...

The bells rang continuously, striking seven times in one breath!

He Sheng's expression instantly turned serious.

In the Ho family's traditions, the tolling of a bell represents different warnings.

Three beeps, a warning.

The fifth tone signifies foreign invasion.

The seventh sound indicates that a tremendous change has occurred in the clan, and all main branch disciples must return to the mountain immediately, but the situation has not yet reached a point of life or death.

If it is nine times... then it will be a disaster that wipes out the clan, a time to destroy the sect itself.

"Seven chimes?" He Sheng frowned. "Could it be that the sword-wielding youth has come knocking on our door?"

No, if it were truly him making the move, the He family's resources would have been completely wiped out long ago; it should have been nine sounds.

Or perhaps... something major has happened within the clan?

He Sheng's eyes flickered as he quickly weighed the pros and cons.

"Now that something has happened in the clan, this is the perfect opportunity for me to infiltrate Changyang Mountain and gather more information."

With a thought, He Sheng immediately grabbed the few main branch playboys who were tied up like dumplings and still struggling desperately with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the thin-browed boy and pulled him to his side.

"Would you dare accompany this old man to the main peak of Changyang Mountain?"

The boy with thin eyebrows hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said:

"If you are not an enemy of the He family, I am willing to go with you."

He Sheng laughed heartily upon hearing this, greatly pleased with the temperament of the young man with delicate eyebrows.

Immediately, his figure transformed into a streak of light, carrying the group towards Changyang Mountain.