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

Time flies, and eighteen years have passed since the Su family of Qianlong completely took over Qingmufang City.

That year, Su Yu was 118 years old.

In the secluded courtyard of the Su family mansion in Qianlong.

Su Yu sat on a grand chair under the eaves, covered with a thick animal skin blanket.

Most of his hair had already fallen out, and the few remaining strands were as gray as withered grass.

The age spots on his face, like cracks in parched earth, clearly proclaimed that this body was about to reach its end.

The five signs of decay in the celestial beings indicate the cessation of life.

Su Yu could clearly feel that the Qi Refining Ninth Level Great Perfection True Essence, which had once surged like a river in his dantian, was dissipating in an irreversible manner.

Even his usually sharp senses began to become dull and muddled.

His time has come.

Logically speaking, a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Ninth Level of Qi Refining should have a lifespan of 150 years.

However, Su Yu failed in his attempt to break through the cultivation barrier and establish his foundation back then, resulting in severed meridians and damage to his fundamental vitality.

Therefore, he only had a lifespan of 120 years.

Faced with impending death, Su Yu felt no turmoil in his heart, nor did he have any desire or fear for immortality.

He's lived long enough.

Two lifetimes, two hundred years.

Moreover, as long as his bloodline continues, he can be reincarnated.

"Cough cough..."

Su Yu coughed lightly twice, and the white breath he exhaled quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

Hearing the commotion, Su Yuan, who had been waiting outside the courtyard gate, quickly walked in.

At ninety-seven years old, Su Yuan's appearance remained at the peak of his thirties thanks to the nourishment of his Foundation Establishment stage true essence.

The current head of the Su family is naturally Su Yuan.

He strode to the armchair and knelt down on both knees.

"Father."

Su Yuan's voice was low, revealing an undisguised heaviness.

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was more sensitive to the loss of life force than ordinary people.

He knew very well that his father's time was up in the next two days.

"Has everyone been called?"

Su Yu did not open his eyes, and his tone was calm and weak.

"Father, Third Brother, and several core elders of the third generation are waiting outside the courtyard," Su Yuan replied.

"Let them in."

A moment later, more than a dozen figures tiptoed into the courtyard.

Leading the group was Su Changqing, the current head of the eldest branch of the family and Su Cheng's eldest son.

There was also the third son, Su Lin, who, though a mortal, now had a full head of white hair and was kneeling in the snow, supported by two servants.

Following behind them were powerful elders of the third generation, all possessing spiritual roots and having already entered the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

These dozen or so people represent the highest power structure of the Su family in the present day.

After more than 30 years of reproduction and growth.

The Su family of Qianlong is no longer the trembling exiles who once hid in Black Wind Valley.

The number of cultivators with spiritual roots is approaching one hundred.

The number of ordinary people who have spread and established themselves in the secular industries of Dingzhou City and the surrounding area exceeds ten thousand.

The foundation of a first-grade high-quality spiritual vein, coupled with the presence of a Foundation Establishment ancestor.

Such a foundation, placed within this area of ​​a thousand miles, is as stable as Mount Tai.

Su Yu slowly opened his cloudy eyes and glanced at his descendants kneeling before him.

"The core array plate of the formation was handed over to Yuan'er yesterday."

Su Yu spoke, his voice hoarse, but his enunciation was still clear.

"The accounts for the warehouse's inflows and outflows, as well as the registers for the allocation of secular properties, have also been sorted out."

"Father, you don't need to worry about these mundane matters anymore. Your children will certainly take good care of the family business."

Su Yuan lowered his head, his eyes already bloodshot.

"When a family is large and prosperous, the biggest fear is that the rules will fall apart."

Su Yu looked at Su Yuan, his eyes filled with final sternness and admonition.

"After I leave, you will be the only pillar of the Su family."

"Remember, you are the family's bottom line and their final deterrent."

"Unless the family is facing a life-or-death crisis, you must not act rashly."

Su Yuan kowtowed heavily, his tone somber.

"I will remember this, my child."

Su Yu's gaze shifted to Su Lin in the crowd.

"Third brother."

"Father, your son is here."

Su Lin, his hair white as white as snow, responded with trembling hands.

"The mundane properties are the foundation of the manor, and also the capital for those clansmen without spiritual roots to make a living."

Su Yu instructed, "You mortals must keep a firm grip on the trade routes of Dingzhou City."

"Don't be afraid that those cultivator disciples will look down on you. As long as you have the money, supplies, and intelligence network, the internal balance of the Su family will not be broken."

"That's what my elder brother told me before he left, and I will never forget it, even if it kills me."

Su Lin wept uncontrollably.

Finally, Su Yu looked at the core elders of the third generation.

These people didn't even dare to breathe loudly in his presence.

The vast majority of them were born during the heyday of Qianlong Manor and never experienced the despair of being used as expendable resources by the main branch.

"You people are born with spiritual rice to eat and Qi-gathering pills to use."

Su Yu's tone turned extremely cold.

"This is your blessing, but it's also a potential problem."

"I don't care how high your cultivation level is, or how powerful you are outside."

"The ancestral precept of the Su family of Qianlong will always remain the same."

"If you save people but lose land, you can save both people and land; if you save land but lose people, you can lose both people and land."

"Family inheritance and the continuation of bloodlines always come first. Face, territory, and even the elusive concept of immortality are worthless in the face of family continuity."

"If we encounter a powerful enemy we can't afford to offend, even if it means abandoning Qingmu Market, even if it means retreating back to the mud caves of Black Wind Valley, we must preserve our bloodline!"

Su Yu's words contained not a trace of reluctance or tenderness on her deathbed.

Only one pioneer who carved out a bloody path in the world of cultivation gave his descendants an extremely cruel warning about survival.

"I will heed the teachings of our ancestor and never forget them, even unto death!"

More than a dozen core elders prostrated themselves on the ground, their heads hitting the cold snow.

After explaining everything, Su Yu seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He waved his hand.

"Everyone, step back and let the people outside in."

The courtyard gate was pushed open again.

This time, a massive, dark mass of people surged in.

All members of the Su family in Qingmufang City, regardless of their cultivation level or whether they are ordinary cultivators, are eligible to participate.

Hundreds of people filled the large courtyard to the brim.

There was no commotion, only extremely suppressed low sobs.

They all knelt down in the snow, paying the deepest respects to the ancestor who founded the Su family, the Hidden Dragon, under the eaves.

Su Yuan did not leave. He got up and walked to the armchair, silently tucking the animal skin blanket that had slipped off Su Yu.

The snow fell even harder.

Su Yu leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly back, feeling the cold snowflakes falling on his face.

His gaze passed over the courtyard wall and over the pavilions of Qingmufang Market, as if he were looking at an extremely distant past.

Life has come to an end.

The martial arts legend of his past life and the inferior ninth-grade root of this life—two completely different yet equally long lives intertwine and overlap in his mind.

He remembered the boy who had performed the Minor Cloud and Rain Technique under the scorching sun in the spirit fields outside the Qingmu Su family's residence.

He recalled the scene in the Internal Affairs Hall where he voluntarily handed over three low-grade spirit stones and was scolded by his peers as a spineless coward.

He recalled that night when the red candles flickered, and the mortal girl Song Qingwan undressed him with reverence. That was the first step he took to establish his lineage at the bottom of the cultivation world.

He recalled the dejection when his eldest son, Su Cheng, was born and it was discovered that he had no spiritual root, and the astonishment and the rewards from the main lineage when his second son, Su Yuan, was revealed on his one-month birthday, with the spirit-testing pearl emitting a seventh-grade spiritual light.

I recalled the night Aoki Ward was destroyed, and Su Hao's arrogant and selfish figure.

I recalled the decisive act of beheading an eighth-level Qi Refining demonic cultivator with a single sword strike in that dilapidated wooden hut in Black Wind Valley late at night.

He recalled sitting in the secret chamber when the great formation collapsed, forcibly cutting off the backflow of blood from his mouth as he did so.

All the forbearance, scheming, compromise, and bloodshed vanished like smoke at this moment.

Although he only possessed the lowest grade nine spiritual root and had no powerful background, he had no significant connections in his life.

But he did everything a person at the bottom of society could do, using the most worldly means and the coldest rationality.

The once high and mighty young clan leader, Su Hao, severed all human relations and sacrificed his entire clan for the sake of the elusive dream of immortality, ultimately turning into a handful of withered bones outside the desolate mountains.

The once powerful Aoki main branch has been lost to the long river of time.

And Su Tian.

That vicious dog from a collateral branch, despised by everyone, lived to be 118 years old.

He possesses a first-grade high-level spiritual vein, and commands hundreds of cultivators and tens of thousands of descendants.

The Su family, which he established, has become the new ruler of this land.

"I failed to achieve foundation building, and I failed to attain immortality."

Su Yu looked at the courtyard filled with a dense mass of descendants, at the brocade robes they wore, and at the heartfelt reverence and sorrow on their faces.

"but……"

A faint but extremely satisfied smile slowly appeared on Su Yu's lips.

To rise from an old farmer destined to die from exhaustion in the spirit fields to the founding patriarch of a sect.

In this ruthless world of cultivation, they managed to shatter the shackles of fate and leave behind a legacy that will last for centuries.

This mortal realm, this celestial path.

Su Yu has come, fought, and won.

"I've made enough in this lifetime."

The extremely faint murmur dissipated in the wind and snow.

Su Yu slowly closed his eyes.

The rise and fall of his chest completely stopped, and the faintest heartbeat also vanished into silence at that moment.

The snow fell silently.

In the courtyard, Su Yuan knelt beside the armchair, burying his head deeply, his shoulders trembling violently.

"My grandfather...has passed away!"

Su Changqing's mournful cry pierced the night sky of Qingmufang City.

Hundreds of Su family members bowed their heads at the same time, their cries of grief shaking heaven and earth.