A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Jin Jingtian sipped his tea, knowing that Zhou Ping wouldn't be able to process what he had said in a short time.

The hall suddenly fell silent, and two figures sat quietly in front of the tea table, both remaining silent.

At this moment, Zhou Ping was deeply moved and could not calm down for a long time. He had imagined many possibilities, but this was the one possibility he dared not even think about.

He quickly calmed his chaotic thoughts, allowing himself to settle down, and tentatively asked Jin Jingtian the question that concerned him most at that moment.

"Clan leader, could you tell your disciple what the Qingyuan Technique is used for?"

When Jin Jingtian saw that he had finally spoken, he smiled slightly, but what he said only made Zhou Ping more confused.

"You are not qualified to know about the Qingyuan Technique at this time."

"If you become my clan's son-in-law in the future, I will tell you everything in detail."

"All you need to know now is that because of your special physique, you are able to cultivate the Qingyuan Technique, which others cannot cultivate. Moreover, your offspring will have a very high probability of inheriting this special physique."

Special physical condition?

These words kept echoing in Zhou Ping's mind. He hadn't expected that the conditions for the Qingyuan Technique were so demanding, requiring people with special physiques to cultivate it.

"I had already sent people to find out your background the moment you first stepped into Jinyuan."

"In Qingyang Town, there was only my father left at the blacksmith's shop. My two older brothers and one older sister were all married."

"Now that your two older brothers have given birth to male heirs for the Zhou family, it doesn't really matter whether you are here or not. After you marry into the Jin family, you won't have any worries."

Jin Jingtian recounted Zhou Ping's background in detail, even knowing everything about his two nephews whom he had never met in person.

Zhou Ping was shocked, and his expression turned somewhat ugly, even though Jin Jingtian's words contained not a trace of threat.

But he knew these words were more effective than any harsh or vicious threat.

No wonder the other party remained so composed from beginning to end; it was because the Jin Clan had him completely under their control and wasn't worried about him causing any trouble.

Jin Jingtian looked at Zhou Ping, who remained silent and had a gloomy expression, while a faint smile remained on his face.

He felt it was necessary to let Zhou Ping know these things now, lest he act impulsively out of youthful arrogance and do something embarrassing for everyone in their future interactions.

"Actually, it's very common for men to marry into families with their wives in our clan, so you don't need to feel inferior."

"You should have heard that our Jin clan has always only had sons-in-law who marry into the family, and no daughters who marry out."

"The benefit of doing this is that it will allow us to cultivate more direct bloodlines for our Jin clan. The more numerous the clan members, the greater the probability of producing clan members with special physical constitutions!"

"For this reason, our clan has persisted for over a hundred years..."

At this moment, Zhou Ping had regained his composure; at least, no change in emotion could be seen on his slightly darkened face.

He listened quietly as Jin Jingtian finished speaking. Although he was somewhat shocked by the Jin clan's persistence, his mind was no longer on this matter.

In fact, Zhou Ping was not really opposed to becoming a son-in-law of the Jin family from the beginning; it was not something unacceptable to him.

However, Jin Jingtian later brought up his family, which immediately stirred up a huge wave in his already submissive heart.

The Jin family had been kind to him, and Zhou Ping was willing to accept their arrangements, but he found it difficult to accept that they were using his family as leverage to control him.

He bit his lip slightly, trying to calm himself. Now that things had come to this, he could only do his best to cooperate with the other party's demands, stabilize the situation first, and then make further plans.

"It is my honor to become the son-in-law of the Jin clan. Everything is up to the clan leader."

Jin Jingtian nodded in satisfaction, knowing that Zhou Ping wasn't as dull and rigid as he appeared on the surface, and must have figured out the pros and cons. He then patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder again and said...

"With your talent and the cultivation of the Jin clan, you will surely become a person of high standing in our clan in the future."

"If he has another child with the same constitution as you, I guarantee that he will be the one to call the shots in the Jin clan from now on!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping feigned a flattered expression and hurriedly stood up to perform a disciple's salute to Jin Jingtian.

"This disciple is filled with trepidation!"

"Alright, you can focus on your cultivation. I've instructed the clan that no one is allowed to interfere with your marriage until you reach the fourth level of the Qingyuan Technique."

After saying this, Zhou Ping left the main hall at Jin Jingtian's signal and headed towards Cuifeng Villa without looking back.

"How could the effects of the Qingyuan Gong's marrow cleansing and wisdom-enhancing techniques be so effective on this boy? At only the third level, it has already tempered his character to be so mature and steady."

"I really don't know if it's because his cultivation technique is too overpowering, or if this boy's temperament is simply far beyond that of ordinary people..."

Watching Zhou Ping walk away, Jin Jingtian muttered to himself in a daze.

.......

As soon as Zhou Ping entered Cuifeng Villa, his face turned gloomy. Although his conversation with Jin Jingtian seemed calm, it completely put him in a position to be manipulated.

He used to naively believe that if he encountered danger, he could simply run away. Now, it seems so ridiculous.

I was too young and thought I could deal with the powerful Jin Clan with some tricks. I was really arrogant.

It seems that the only option now is to gradually improve our own strength, and everything needs to be planned in the long term.

After entering the room, Zhou Ping immediately went to the table where the porcelain vase was placed and carefully observed the mysterious agarwood inserted in it.

Still nothing...

Looking at the unchanging, jet-black incense sticks, Zhou Ping pouted in disappointment.

He picked up the herbal soup he had prepared the day before, drank it all in one gulp, adjusted his somewhat downcast mood, and began his daily meditation practice.

The powerful medicinal effects burned and spread throughout Zhou Ping's body like a raging fire, greedily absorbed by his meridians and flesh, like sweet rain falling on parched land.

As Zhou Ping immersed himself in his cultivation, the sun slowly climbed to the center of the sky, and noon arrived.

Why isn't any sunlight coming in?

On weekdays, whenever he cultivates until noon, he is bathed in the warm sunshine, which feels very comfortable.

It's not a cloudy day today. Counting the number of cycles of the Qingyuan Gong Great Circulation, it should be noon by now.

Zhou Ping opened his tightly closed eyes and looked out the window, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"This is......"

Zhou Ping was stunned as he stared at the window, which was now mostly blocked.

He hurried outside, and when he saw the shocking scene outside the window, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Have these bamboo plants gone mad?!"