A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

The atmosphere in the main hall became somewhat oppressive. Although Jin Hong's words were unpleasant, everyone was well aware of the implications.

The so-called seed-borrowing plan is nothing more than having Zhou Ping, who has mastered the Qingyuan Gong, marry into the Jin clan, so that he can be used as a stud to give birth to a true seed of immortality belonging to the Jin clan, a Jin clan offspring with spiritual roots.

Such a descendant will surely become the leader of the Jin Clan in the future, leading the Jin Clan to glory once again as a cultivator.

Faced with this opportunity to take control of the Jin clan once and for all, the elders representing their respective main branches would naturally fight for every single one.

Jin Jingtian stared intently at Elder Jin Hong and said, word by word,

"Jin Yan is, after all, one of the five elders of my Jin clan. Uncle Hong, isn't your criticism a bit excessive...?"

Seeing Jin Jingtian's expression darken, Jin Hong opened his mouth, his eyes flashing as he secretly glanced at the other three, and swallowed the words he was about to say.

"Hehe, Jing Tian, ​​Jin Hong is just a bit outspoken, don't take it to heart."

The oldest man in the room, Jin Haiming, his face full of wrinkles tightened, smiled faintly and tried to smooth things over, then changed the subject...

"His concerns are not without merit. The seed donation plan is of great importance. There are many women of marriageable age among the three clans. As the patriarch of the Jin clan, you must treat them all equally."

"Uncle, you're exaggerating. As the clan leader, how could I do something that would break the hearts of my people?"

"My decision to send Kim Yeon to guide the 'Spirit Seed' was made after careful consideration."

"The 'Spirit Seed' is of great importance. I am not at ease entrusting it to the younger generation of the clan. As an elder, Jin Yan is trustworthy in terms of both her status and her methods."

"Besides, for a teenager like him, which of you uncles do you think is more approachable, Kim Yeon or Kim Yeon?"

After saying that, Jin Jingtian said no more and quietly began to drink his tea.

Jin Haiming and the others exchanged glances, speechless in the face of Jin Jingtian's question.

"Well... even so, in the end, didn't it still benefit Yan'er?"

Jin Hong remained adamant, insisting once again that Jin Jingtian had favored his younger sister, Jin Yan.

"Uncle Hong, you're too impatient. This child is only a little over ten years old, far from the age of marriage. Besides, his Qingyuan Technique is only at the beginner stage. According to the great-grandfather's last teachings, the higher the level of cultivation, the greater the chance that the offspring will be born with spiritual roots."

"According to his speculation, one should cultivate the Qingyuan Gong to at least the middle stage before considering having children."

"Therefore, my uncles and elders can rest assured that I will not allow anyone to defile his virginity before he comes of age!"

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After returning to Cuifeng Villa, Zhou Ping took out a beautifully crafted leaf-shaped waist tag from his pocket and gently rubbed it with his fingers.

This is a pass that allows free entry and exit to the Golden Garden. It still retains a faint fragrance, suggesting that it was once Jin Yan's personal possession.

The thought of being intimate with someone made Zhou Ping's heart flutter, and the image of Jin Yan's stunning beauty involuntarily appeared in his mind. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry, and shook his head vigorously.

"We're really bewitched! Could this be the vixen that Aunt Wang and the others were talking about? She can steal a child's soul with just one look!"

Zhou Ping patted his chest in lingering fear, secretly vowing to keep his eyes peeled in the future, lest he be bewitched.

With this waist token, he can now freely enter and leave Jin Yuan, and return to Xinzhu Courtyard at the outer gate whenever he wants.

Having figured these things out, Zhou Ping naturally devoted himself to his daily cultivation. Over the course of several months, he had already developed the habit of meditation.

Whenever he practices Qingyuan Gong, his mind becomes exceptionally calm, and his head is in a state of natural emptiness.

Zhou Ping didn't know how to describe the feeling; it was blissful and addictive.

But aside from these, he really couldn't understand why the Jin Clan valued this cultivation technique so much.

Ever since he learned that this cultivation method had a remarkable origin, he has been extra attentive every time he meditates, hoping to discover some details that he had never noticed before.

But the result only made him more disappointed. Zhou Ping discovered that his cultivation speed of the Qingyuan Technique seemed to be getting slower and slower.

If he hadn't known that he was the only one who had mastered the Qingyuan Technique, he would have thought that his talent was already extremely poor.

A few days later, after a great internal struggle, Zhou Ping honestly told Jin Jingtian about his cultivation progress, so as not to be discovered later and become even more embarrassed.

Jin Jingtian, who was focused on supervising his cultivation, did not reprimand him upon learning of this, but instead showed an expression of "I knew it would happen."

Zhou Ping then realized that the Qingyuan Gong was extremely difficult to cultivate, and some people could not even break through the mid-stage bottleneck until their death.

At this point, it is necessary to use some external aids to increase the speed of cultivation and break through the bottleneck one encounters.

The most common method is to take some precious and rare pills and herbs, and use the powerful medicinal properties contained therein to accelerate cultivation and break through bottlenecks.

From then on, Jin Jingtian would brew some precious medicinal soup for Zhou Ping every day, and he would even collect the leftover dregs so that Zhou Ping could use them to soak his body.

Although Zhou Ping couldn't name these herbs, he could easily guess from Jin Jingtian's pained expression that they were definitely not ordinary herbs.

With the help of these medicinal soups, Zhou Ping's cultivation speed actually experienced a qualitative leap.

That strand of Qingyuan True Qi, as thin as a hair, soon became much thicker, like a small green snake slowly flowing through the meridians.

Finally, after cultivating for some time, Zhou Ping, to Jin Jingtian's delight, broke through the first level of the Qingyuan Technique and entered the second level.

After the breakthrough, Zhou Ping did not feel any obvious changes in his body.

In addition to having more and more energy, my daily appetite has also increased significantly.

Because it was the age when he was growing, he naturally assumed that it was because he was going through puberty.

During this period, he consumed a large amount of precious herbs. From Jin Jingtian's increasingly grim expression, Zhou Ping knew that the subsequent cultivation of Qingyuan Gong would undoubtedly require even more potent medicinal ingredients.

Such staggering costs made Zhou Ping, the person involved, somewhat apprehensive.

What merit do I possess to warrant such a sacrifice from the Jin clan?

Just when Zhou Ping thought that the Jin Clan would give up their huge support for his cultivation, Jin Jingtian sent him the follow-up cultivation method of Qingyuan Gong.

And, in larger quantities, various herbal decoctions.

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"If it weren't for our great-uncle's foresight in establishing the Pharmacist Hall in the early days of the Green Bamboo Sect, we would probably be facing immense difficulties now..."

Jin Jingtian looked at the elders in the hall with a sigh, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Since its establishment, Yaoshitang has been constantly collecting various rare herbs and precious medicinal species. Now it is spread across more than a dozen towns and cities, and has cultivated a large number of medicinal materials for Jinyuan for more than a hundred years."

"Isn't this enough to feed that little guy?"

Jin Haiming shook his wrinkled dough, somewhat incredulous.

"This is only the second level. There are still three and four more levels to go. The resources required will increase as you progress, especially the breakthrough from the third to the fourth level, which is the watershed between the early and middle stages of the Qingyuan Technique. I wonder how many medicinal herbs will be consumed..."

"It seems that this child's spiritual root is among the worst in the sect of our great-uncle."

"Increase the purchase volume of the Pharmacist's Hall. No matter what, we must ensure the cultivation speed of the Qingyuan Technique!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Haiming shook his head with a pained expression.

"Now that the Sword Sect is pressing in relentlessly, and the fighting is constant, the price of medicinal herbs is skyrocketing. This can't go on..."

"Let's fight them to the bitter end! Those old fogies from the Sword Sect will feel the pinch too; I don't believe they'd dare to fight to the death!"

Jin Jingtian's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. No matter what, they had to continue. This was the Jin clan's only hope for over a hundred years.

This may be the only chance he has in his life to seek immortality!