Cultivating a family of immortals

The Xu family's original log cabin was sealed off here and is usually taken care of by someone, but Xu Wanghe has almost never been here.

He came today.

He slowly lowered the child from his back, turned him upright, and patted his head with a smile, saying:

"Chengxiu, you can play around for a while. Your great-grandfather is tired. Let's go inside and rest for a bit, okay?"

The child, named Xu Chengxiu, nodded and ran off alone into the fields.

Xu Wanghe looked at him, his smile growing wider, but his breathing becoming heavier.

Turning around, he slowly pushed open the door of the cabin. Looking at the familiar furnishings inside, and the small table where he usually ate, a smile appeared on his lips.

There were some farm tools by the wall, some of which were newly added, while others were originally left here by the Xu family.

He slowly walked forward and stroked each one for a while.

After a short while, Xu Wanghe felt dizzy and his face turned pale. He even found his hands and feet becoming somewhat unresponsive.

His fingertips froze on a hoe; he wanted to pick it up, but his strength was insufficient.

He's too old.

In a world where the average person only lives to be sixty or seventy, he lived to be one hundred and ten.

Although he was also a cultivator, the effect of that treasure on him was not very obvious. It seemed that the Qi Refining Level 1 cultivation did not increase his lifespan much.

However, he was very content.

Finally, we witnessed this glorious moment for the Xu family.

He turned and slowly walked into the room to the bed, then took off his shoes and, just as he had done years ago when he returned from farming, went to bed to rest.

Xu Wanghe felt a sense of impending doom; today was probably the day he would meet his end.

He didn't feel sad, only a little regretful.

With that thought in mind, he fell into a deep sleep.

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When Xu Wanghe woke up, his bedside was already surrounded by people.

Xu Changle, who exudes a deep aura; Xu Jingluo, who is dashing and heroic; Xu Jingtao; the new members of the Xu family who were granted the surname Xu; and of course, Xu Chengxiu of the Cheng generation.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and Xu Changle immediately stepped forward and held his hand tightly, her voice filled with sorrow as she said:

"Father... I've already informed Mother and Jingyao..."

Xu Wanghe immediately glared and said, "Who told you to notify them? Don't you know..."

Xu Wanghe picked up a cane that was placed next to the bed and struck Xu Changle hard.

Xu Changle did not back down. He understood his father's meaning, but as a son, how could he turn a blind eye to his father's lonely death?

At this moment, Xu Jingluo stepped forward and gently blocked Xu Wanghe's waving cane, speaking softly:

"Brother Changle, just follow the master's instructions."

Tears streamed down Xu Changle's face as she nodded emphatically, took out a communication jade talisman, and began to channel spiritual energy into it.

Seeing this, Xu Wanghe smiled, turned to look at Xu Jingluo, and beckoned her to come to him.

Looking at Xu Jingluo's strong and healthy body, Xu Wanghe took his hand and said:

"How have things been going with the sect lately?"

Xu Jingluo, fighting back tears, nodded and said:

"Everything is fine, and the relationship with the Chaoyang Sect is handled very well..."

"That's good."

Xu Wanghe looked at Xu Jingluo's face and eyes with reluctance, becoming more and more melancholy. He remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand, dismissing everyone except Xu Changle.

The many disciples of the Xu family's collateral branches who had been granted the surname Xu were all utterly shocked.

Some of them had just joined the sect and were not very clear about the sect's situation.

Some people had seen Xu Wanghe in the mountains and knew that the old man was only a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining. Now that he was exhausted, he would probably die quietly.

They didn't know who the old man was, only assuming he was some elder of the Xu family. Seeing that their senior brothers from the sect respected him and took the initiative to bow to him, they didn't dare to ask any more questions and followed suit in bowing to him.

Who would have thought that the sect leader and the incorruptible Elder Xu would be so obsequious in front of this person.

It turns out that he was Master Xu's grandfather.

But don't cultivators all value strength above all else?

Despite his advanced age, the old man actually struck Elder Xu Changle in front of everyone.

Elder Xu Changle dared not move.

The moment they left the house, their respect for the old man deepened.

Looking back at the small wooden cabin, everyone's faces were filled with lingering fear.

After Xu Jingtao and Xu Jingluo went out, they turned around and knelt down in front of the wooden house, and many disciples quickly followed suit.

Inside the room, Xu Wanghe's eyes were blurry as he looked at Xu Changle standing in front of him, unable to see her clearly, but his tone was clearer.

"Remember, Jingyao's lineage... is the lineage that our Xu family will protect with our lives. Your mother... will bury us together in the future, but no one must know about this..."

Xu Changle slowly knelt down in front of the bed, holding his hands tightly, her face already covered in tears.

"The Xuan Yuan Sect has been kind to our Xu family. I have never discussed this matter with you over the years, but we cannot avoid talking about it today."

As he spoke, Xu Wanghe actually sat up, and a blush gradually returned to his face.

He got a clear look at Xu Changle's face.

"My son...you are my son..."

He smiled with satisfaction, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his tone turned colder.

"We acknowledge their kindness, but if Jingheng dies at their hands... then we must avenge him!"

Xu Wanghe pointed his thumb towards the distant location of the Xuan Yuan Sect, "My son, if Jing Heng is killed in the future, you must pretend you know nothing about it. And you alone are permitted to keep Jing Heng's soul jade tablet!"

"The Xuan Yuan Sect has cultivators at the Purple Mansion Realm... I've heard that Purple Mansion Realm cultivators can shatter a mountain with a wave of their hand. The original Lin family and the Xiang family of the Chaoyang Sect were both wiped out because of a great battle between Purple Mansion Realm cultivators at the Mo Chuan River. The Lin family was even exterminated by our Xu family!"

Xu Wanghe smiled sadly as he finished speaking, but the ruthlessness in his eyes intensified. He gripped Xu Changle's arms tightly and said, word by word:

"Jingheng... After you die, you must be like a cunning wolf, completely obedient to the Xuan Yuan Sect's demands. Whatever they want to do, you can only cooperate and cannot show the slightest resentment, until you find a suitable opportunity..."

"Let my Xu family also produce a Purple Mansion cultivator, so that all those from the Xuan Yuan Sect involved in this matter will be wiped out... Gratitude and hatred cannot be confused. If they planned this all along, then helping us is merely an act of charity... This is not gratitude, this is conspiracy!"

"Besides, Xuan Yebai... cannot be killed, his offspring can be spared... and my granddaughter-in-law whom I have never met... must also be spared..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Wanghe chuckled to himself, then suddenly released his grip on Xu Changle's hand and lay back down.

Xu Changle quickly grabbed him, only to find that Xu Wanghe had already closed his eyes, his body was extremely heavy, and a tear slowly flowed from the corner of his eye.

Xu Wanghe died at this time.

"Father...Father..."

Xu Changle's cries of pain echoed from the small wooden house to the spirit field.

The fields were covered in snow, stretching as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of white.

On the snow-covered mountain, the disciples who were not qualified to know about this matter were diligently cultivating, each holding their breath and trying to condense a vortex of energy.

The boys' faces were somewhat childish, but they were full of youthful vigor.

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Inside Xuanyuan Sect.

Xuan Yebai stood on the jade platform of the mountain pavilion, his hands behind his back, gazing at the warmer weather and the scenery where most of the snow in the mountains had melted, and murmured:

"Winter is about to end, and a beautiful scene will unfold."