I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

Aokibo City.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated when Su Tie, dressed in a dark blue steward's robe, walked along the most bustling main street of the market.

On both sides of the street, the independent cultivators who set up stalls and the low-level cultivators passing by all stopped respectfully when they saw him, bowed their heads and gave way, addressing him respectfully as "Elder Su".

Su Tie nodded slightly, his steps steady.

But only he himself knew how fast his aged heart was beating as he walked on this familiar bluestone path.

Fifty years ago, he was also on this street.

For a few low-grade spirit stones, they had to work like laborers unloading the corpses of demonic beasts, and even had to be mindful of the attitudes of the main lineage disciples.

Now, Su Tie is a powerful elder in the Foundation Establishment family.

This market town, built on a first-grade high-quality spiritual vein, has every shop and every acre of spiritual field belonging to their bloodline.

Not just cycads.

Those collateral descendants who followed Su Yu out of Black Wind Valley back then now walk with their backs straight in the mansions and markets.

That confidence came from forty-five years of forbearance and dormancy, coupled with the absolute martial prowess of a Foundation Establishment ancestor.

However, the family's prosperity could not conceal the ruthlessness of time.

For Su Yu's mortal wives and concubines who had no spiritual roots.

Even with the nourishment of spirit rice and the gentle care of various longevity-promoting elixirs, their physical bodies ultimately could not withstand the limits of their lifespan.

Although Song Qingwan and Lin Xiu, who were over seventy years old, still looked like they were in their forties, with plump figures, black hair, and rosy skin, this was just an illusion created by drugs.

Their internal energy and blood were like autumn leaves, not only were their movements sluggish, but even their every breath revealed an undeniable fatigue.

The Su family, a hidden dragon, resides in the inner palace and inner quarters.

Compared to the triumphant atmosphere outside, the atmosphere in the inner quarters was tranquil and dignified.

Inside the spacious, warm pavilion, precious spiritual incense, which nourishes the vital energy of mortals, burns.

Lin Xiu leaned against the soft couch, draped in a priceless snow silk quilt.

The three concubines, who were once ambitious and wanted to flaunt their power in the mortal world, are now living a life of luxury that ordinary people would never dare to dream of.

She watched Su Yu push open the door and walk into the warm pavilion, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes—a mixture of awe, longing, and a deep sense of helplessness regarding the vast chasm between immortals and mortals.

Although Su Yu was already a hundred years old, his true essence at the ninth level of Qi Refining Perfection firmly fixed his physical body in his prime.

The difference between immortals and mortals is vividly revealed under the carving knife of time.

Feeling cold, he asked the servants to add a few more braziers.

Su Yu stepped forward and tucked the corner of the blanket around Lin Xiu, his tone as gentle as it had been decades ago.

He did not resent the aging of his ordinary wives and concubines; he simply accepted this inescapable fact with equanimity.

As Lin Xiu lay on the couch, gazing at his face, which still looked like that of a middle-aged man, her thoughts drifted back to the past.

In her youth, she longed for her husband to achieve the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible, dreaming that she could enjoy long-lasting glory in this immortal cultivation family by virtue of this immortal honor.

But now she understands that some distances, even if you spend your whole life trying to bridge them, will ultimately be in vain.

......

As the Su family of Qianlong completely settled down in this place.

With the deterrent power of Su Yuan, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, no force within a radius of 500 miles dared to provoke the Su family.

The family entered a period of absolutely stable development.

The nourishment from the first-grade high-quality spiritual veins allowed the third and fourth generation cultivators to progress in their cultivation extremely quickly.

Secular industries are also steadily expanding, continuously supplying resources.

In such a peaceful and prosperous era, the passage of time seems to become imperceptible.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Su Yu celebrated his 100th birthday.

The maximum lifespan of someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining is 120 years, and he is far from reaching the end.

However, his ordinary relatives have already faced the inevitable decline of their physical and mental health over the past twenty years.

Qing'er was the first to leave.

The gentlest maid who had followed him since the outskirts of Aoki Ward.

She passed away peacefully on a spring afternoon, quietly stopping her breathing in her sleep.

A few years later, Lin Xiu also collapsed.

On her deathbed, she insisted on wearing that magnificent gown that only ordinary noblewomen could wear.

She gripped Su Yu's hand tightly, her eyes unfocused, yet filled with a stubborn satisfaction.

"My husband... I've had enough of this life—wearing gold and silver, being worshipped by others."

Su Yu sat on the edge of the bed, without sighing, and calmly closed her eyes.

The funeral procession emerged from the back of the Su family's residence time and again, and the deceased was buried in the family cemetery specially built on the back mountain.

The once bustling and crowded inner courtyard is now empty except for Song Qingwan.

Even for ordinary people, being over ninety years old is already the limit.

In winter, heavy snow is falling.

Inside the warm pavilion, Song Qingwan lay on the bed.

Although she looked no more than fifty years old, her eyes had completely lost their sparkle.

Su Yu sat on the edge of the bed.

Just like more than seventy years ago, on that night when the Imperial Household Department assigned marriages, he sat calmly in front of her.

"My husband..."

Song Qingwan's voice was faint as a whisper. She turned her head with great effort and looked at Su Yu's face, which remained unchanged.

"You chose me from the Imperial Household Department back then... It was the greatest blessing of my life."

"I have no spiritual roots, so I can't help you cultivate immortality... I can only manage this household for you and leave you with more offspring..."

"You did a great job."

Su Yu reached out and gently grasped her slightly cool hand.

"You've spent most of your life managing this estate, keeping it spotless. Thank you for your hard work."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingwan's lips curled up slightly.

She looked at the top of the bed curtains and seemed to see again the young steward who had led her into the courtyard seventy years ago, holding an umbrella.

"The path to immortality is long... Please take good care of yourself from now on..."

Holding Su Yu's hand, he slowly lost his last bit of strength.

With a smile, Song Qingwan peacefully passed away on this snowy day.

Su Yu sat quietly on the edge of the bed, holding the gradually cooling hand, without moving for a long time.

......

The cemetery is located on the back hill.

Heavy snow blocked the mountains, and the world was covered in a vast expanse of white.

Rows of neatly repaired tombstones stand silently in the wind and snow.

Besides his eldest son Su Cheng, who died young, there is now another row of lonely graves belonging to his ordinary wives and concubines.

Su Yu was dressed in a plain-colored long robe, without an umbrella, letting the snow fall all over her shoulders.

He carried a pot of warmed wine and slowly walked to Song Qingwan's tombstone.

There were no heart-wrenching cries, nor any desperate attempts to keep them.

Cultivating immortality, cultivating immortality.

In the end, one is destined to bury those who could not walk with one's own hands.

This is the loneliness and cruelty that must be swallowed on the path to immortality.

Su Yu looked at the snow-covered landscape and the lonely graves, but he did not shed a tear.

Because he knew very well that birth, aging, sickness, and death, the cycle of nature, were the inevitable fate of all mortals.

He had exhausted all means to give them the ultimate stability and wealth that ordinary people could achieve.

They left without regrets.

He had no regrets.