12dz Chapter 44: Fading Away Old Friends
Chapter 44: Fading Away Old Friends
As the only person with a superior spiritual root in Ziqing Lake in decades, Fang Changqing was naturally favored.
Fang Yun took the child under his wing and personally taught him cultivation, partly to give himself someone to talk to.
As the years went by, Fang Yun found that his state of mind had also become increasingly weathered without him realizing it.
His cultivation had made little progress, and he had been stuck at the early stage of Foundation Establishment for a full fifty years.
You should know that he cultivated from the first level of Qi Refining to the Foundation Establishment stage of Demon Spirit.
It only took thirty-two years.
For a steadfast seeker of the truth, this is undoubtedly extremely cruel.
Only by imparting knowledge and skills, and looking at these young people who are still full of vigor and whose future has not been completely decided, can we truly understand their potential.
Fang Yun was finally relieved.
The Fang family of Ziqing Lake possesses two foundation-building level wood-based cultivation techniques.
Yi Mu Qing Jia Gong
The Jade Bamboo Scripture of Destiny.
Fang Yun took out two jade slips, explained the advantages and disadvantages of the cultivation methods, and let the little guy choose for himself.
"Ancestor, I choose the Azure Armor Technique."
Fang Changqing sat upright on the futon, his hair tied in a topknot, looking like a little radish.
Her big, black eyes blinked.
Fang Yun stroked his gray beard, somewhat curious, and asked the reason.
The answer left him both amused and exasperated.
Simply because her own name also contains the character "青" (qing).
Fang Changqing felt that this cultivation technique was more destined for him, which was truly naive and innocent.
So Fang Yun took out the Wooden Armor Technique manual and began to explain it to his grandson word by word.
Fang Changqing was truly insightful; in just half a month, he had deciphered the scriptures for the initial stage of Qi Refining.
I closed my eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to try my hand at spiritual practice.
Fang Yun's eyes remained unblinking as his divine sense permeated the surroundings.
He wanted to see for himself the difference between himself and a superior spiritual root.
Sure enough, the gap was huge.
Superior spiritual roots are naturally close to spiritual energy, have purer physical constitutions, and wider meridians; they are true Dao seeds.
The cultivation speed is more than twice that of a low-grade spiritual root.
This is already an extremely exaggerated proportion.
I wonder what the legendary Earth Spirit Root, or even the Heavenly Spirit Root, will be like...
Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies.
Seasons come and go, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye; one year after another has come.
Fang Changqing stayed on the mountain and grew up smoothly.
He wore a long robe decorated with green bamboo patterns all day long, which he used for alchemy.
Because he cultivates the Wood Element Technique, he looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his body exudes a strong Daoist aura and vitality.
His body was like a pine tree, his face like jade, and he stood out from the crowd.
Fang Changqing's alchemy skills were taught to him by Fang Yun himself.
Sometimes we have to admit the differences between people.
It might really make some guys question the meaning of life.
As Fang Yun taught his grandson, he gradually began to doubt his own comprehension and life.
Fang Changqing's comprehension in alchemy was exceptionally good.
They understand as soon as you explain it, and they learn it as soon as you hear it.
He is twenty years old this year and his cultivation level is at the fifth level of Qi Refining.
However, he was already a first-class high-grade alchemist.
Fang Yun flipped through the clan records and asked a few of the few remaining elders in the clan.
Only then was it confirmed that Fang Changqing had broken the eight-hundred-year record of Ziqing Lake!
He is truly the number one person with the greatest talent in alchemy.
The Fang family of Ziqing Lake has struck it rich!
Just as Fang Yun and Shi Yu were overjoyed about this matter.
Suddenly, a piece of terrible news came from the Qingmu Sect.
Lin Dong... passed away peacefully.
Fang Yun held the talisman and sat cross-legged on the mountaintop for a whole night, his mind unable to calm down for a long time.
The next day, a large flying boat set off urgently from Ziqing Lake.
Lin Dong's funeral was personally presided over by Fang Anting, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
He presented himself as Lin Dong's disciple and promised to take care of the Lin family in the future so that Lin Dong's children would not have to worry.
"Grandfather, Grandpa Lin passed away peacefully with a smile on his face, without any regrets."
In the side hall, Fang Anting respectfully bowed, his brows furrowed and his demeanor composed, exuding an air of composure.
Over the years, I have had the support of Qin Yao and Ziqing Lake.
He climbed the ranks smoothly within the sect and achieved a considerable position on the Alchemy Peak.
"Changqing greets Great-Grandfather."
Fang Changqing stood behind Fang Yun, bowed deeply, and secretly sized up the third Foundation Establishment cultivator of the family.
This was the first time Fang Anting had seen this child, and he was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
I never imagined that I would be a grandfather by now.
Fang Anting was very generous and directly presented a high-grade magic artifact as a gift.
Fang Yun went to see Lin Dong's body. He had indeed passed away peacefully, as if he were quietly sleeping in his coffin.
All my words can be summed up in a long sigh.
"Ancestor, this is a batch of second-tier spirit pills that my father refined before his death. He specifically instructed that it be left for you to appreciate."
With a thud, Lin Dong's eldest son knelt down on the ground, his eyes bloodshot.
"A second-tier elixir? I never expected Brother Lin to actually succeed... He's developed a completely new elixir formula!"
Looking at the pills on the jade plate, Fang Yun couldn't help but ask, "What is the name of this pill?"
"Returning to the Ancestor, it is called the Five-Kernel Pill, which can cleanse the spirit, temper the soul, and assist in breaking through the soul barrier."
Five-Kernel Pill...
On the jade-white surface of the elixir, five mottled yellow marks formed a circle, indeed resembling five people accompanying each other.
Upon tasting the pill, an indescribable bitterness immediately began to spread down the tongue.
It's so bitter! It's just too bitter!
That bitterness felt like it was pickling your whole body from the inside out!
Fang Yun even suspected that Lin Dong might have been harboring ill intentions before his death.
But once the bitterness dissipated, one's spirit and mind became clearer.
It barely reached the level of a second-tier elixir.
Fang Yun was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are there any more of these pills?"
"Yes, my father specifically instructed before his death that the three patriarchs should taste the pills in front of his coffin, and even Uncle Qin sent one..."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yun felt a mix of amusement and exasperation, as well as a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).
You, Lin Dong, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, I never expected you to have such a wicked sense of humor.
A few days later, Lu Guishou and Niu Ben arrived together and received the same treatment.
It was so bitter it almost brought tears to my eyes.
The only pity is that Qin Yao was in seclusion to break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and ultimately could not reunite with her family.
After the funeral, Fang Yun made a trip to Funiu Mountain.
After many years, the Niu family has finally produced a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
That was a little guy named Niu Dingtian, with a mid-grade fire spirit root, and most importantly, he had a talent for weapon crafting.
With a strong will, one can withstand the final onslaught of the demonic soul.
Fang Yun took Niu Dingtian back to the Fang family and promised to help him successfully establish his foundation.
At the summit of Zizhu Mountain, Fang Changqing, all alone, finally had a companion.
Two years later.
Niu Ben also succumbed to illness, falling seriously ill and nearing the end of his life.
Fortunately, Fang Yun received the news in advance.
He took Niu Dingtian to see his great-grandfather for the last time.
The moonlight was hazy, and the Milky Way shone brightly over Mount Funiu.
In his final moments of lucidity, San Niuzi pulled Fang Yun and Lu Guishou aside and drank the last cup of wine of his life.
He lived a life of unbridled joy, until his natural lifespan ended.
In just a few short years, my old friends have scattered and passed away.
Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Fang Yun was teaching Fang Changqing how to refine the Jade Bamboo Pill.
A flying sword carrying a message suddenly landed above Purple Lake, but was blocked by the great formation, its buzzing sound particularly shrill.
"This is An Ting's magical aura..."
Fang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly as he activated the formation and took the flying sword into his hand.
After a few breaths, he suddenly froze.
An indescribable shock welled up inside me.
Qin Yao failed to break through and succumbed to her injuries.
He... has passed away!