nyslfriends Chapter 397 Year
Chapter 397 Year
Chapter 398 A Century (Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe)
He accepted the explanation.
The year is 8694 in the ancient calendar.
Xituo County, Qingli Mountain.
Lush vegetation thrives, and life flourishes.
Despite having survived a major calamity, the Fang family, thanks to the title of "Medicine King Qing Du Mu," still experienced a period of significant growth.
Now, it has become a behemoth under the White Bone Sect, standing alongside the Canghai Sect and the Bai Family as one of the three major powers.
Only Fang Daoling himself knew how strong the Fang family was on the outside but weak on the inside. Therefore, since returning from the front line, he had been using the excuse of recuperating from his injuries and had not gone out.
The edge of the spirit field.
Fang Daoling was dressed in a black robe with his left sleeve hanging open. He made a hand seal with his right hand, causing the sweet rain to fall.
In the misty rain, he thought of his grandfather, Fang Wujiu.
Now, the old man's health is deteriorating, and he may not have long to live.
Upon realizing this, a hint of sorrow crept into his eyes.
"【Ji Shui】 refers to springs, rain, ponds, and marshes, possessing the nature of moistening and nourishing all things, and of nurturing and transforming them."
It is located at the end of the four rivers.
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out beside him.
Fang Daoling stared blankly and saw that a male cultivator dressed in an earth-yellow robe had appeared on the ridge of the field at some point.
He looked to be only in his twenties or thirties, but his brows carried an air of vicissitude, and his features bore a faint resemblance to his grandfather.
On the robes are four divine figures: raccoon dog, deer, pheasant, and bat, vividly depicted running and leaping.
Even more astonishing was the circle of divine light behind him, with the yellow aura surging and exuding majesty, seemingly even surpassing that of the Medicine King, Qing Du Mu!
"The real person has arrived!"
Fang Wujiu was greatly moved. Recalling the other party's Daoist discourse just now, he immediately knelt down: "Qingli Fang family, Fang Daoling—pays respects to the True Person."
The real person stared blankly at the spirit field.
Hu Yunshu, however, arrived hastily in a streak of light and knelt beside Fang Daoling: "Master, please forgive us—we will obey your every command, even unto death—Master, have you come for the sake of my Medicine King, Qing Du Mu?"
Aside from that Tara, Hu Yunshu really couldn't think of anything else that could attract a Purple Mansion True Person!
"You are Dao Ling's wife? You are quite clever—the Supreme Dao of Taiyi, the Immortal of Profound Mystery—now that your family is thriving and you are among the Dao generation, it is truly remarkable that you have such a virtuous wife—"
The Yellow-Robed Immortal smiled gently, then frowned slightly: "But—my family has actually produced a Tara? The connection with the White Bone Path is far too deep."
Although he had no intention of being harsh, as the real person's thoughts shifted, the rolling yellow clouds dispersed the rain clouds, restoring light to the world and letting the sunlight shine down.
My home?
Fang Daoling was struck dumb, frozen in place as if by lightning.
A disbelief arose in his mind: Could it be—
"And your arm, how did you lose it?"
The Yellow-Robed Immortal asked again, and an immense pressure immediately descended, making Fang Daoling dare not conceal anything, nor could he conceal it at all: "It was an injury sustained several years ago—in the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Mountains in the Southern Frontier, during a battle with cultivators from the Yin Corpse Sect—"
"A few years ago, the Infernal Corpse Sect----"
The Yellow-Robed Immortal casually calculated the cause and effect, nodded and then shook his head: "It's another massacre, but there are many behind-the-scenes connections. I'm not an expert in this field and can't calculate the cause and effect of the Purple Mansion, but the one who damaged your Dao Foundation—you've already died in battle, so it can be considered revenge."
He squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt, and smeared it on Fang Daoling's left arm.
Fang Daoling's left arm was severed by a Dao Foundation cultivator, which is considered a Dao injury, and therefore it has been difficult to heal.
If the Medicine King Qing Dumu were to intervene, the problem could be easily repaired. However, Fang Daoling has not sought help from Wusheng Temple in recent years, so the Medicine King Qing Dumu would certainly not condescend to come to Qingli Mountain. Thus, the matter has been delayed until now.
At this moment, the Yellow-Robed Immortal used clay to mold a yellowish-brown hand for Fang Daoling, and then gently blew on it.
In an instant, the flesh and blood of the muddy arm regenerated, revealing smooth skin.
Fang Daoling moved his left hand and found it flexible and free, as if his left hand had never been severed. Overjoyed, he kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"
"No need to thank me, we're all family."
The man in the earthen-yellow robe smiled faintly and said, "You must be Wujiu's junior. My name is Fang Wuchen. I've been away from home for a hundred years now—how is everything at home?"
Fang Wuchen's voice carried a hint of trepidation.
From the moment the Taihuang Heaven opened today, he couldn't wait to travel through the Taixu to the Qingli Fang family.
Even if they have the ability to calculate, they dare not easily predict cause and effect.
After all, ten years can mean the difference between life and death, let alone a hundred years. What if we were to encounter something so unbearable?
Upon emerging from the void, he saw Fang Daoling conjuring clouds and rain, and couldn't help but offer a few words of advice.
"Daoling pays respects to his great-uncle!"
Fang Daoling, who had been overjoyed, was now filled with grief, tears streaming down his face: "My family has been based in Qingli for a hundred years. War has raged and battles have never ceased. We are surrounded by powerful neighbors who covet our family's foundation and invade us like hungry wolves. We are plagued by internal strife, with brothers fighting and family members killing each other, like jackals and tigers fighting for their den."
"The eastward journey of the esoteric monks, the war in the southern borderlands—swords are merciless, magic is indiscriminate, countless heroes fell in the sands, perishing here—"
He burst into tears, saying everything that should and shouldn't have been said.
Fang Wuchen was taken aback, and then his face turned pale.
The hardships and bloodshed the Fang family had endured over the past century seemed to pale in comparison to the inner demons and illusions he faced during his seclusion in Taihuangtian when he broke through to the Purple Mansion realm.
"Wu Jiu, Ming Xue, and her child?"
Fang Wuchen closed his eyes, his voice tinged with apprehension, as if unwilling to face the situation.
Just as he hadn't inquired about his father, Fang Yixin, after all, a century had passed, the world had changed, and things were no longer the same. If Fang Yixin hadn't established a foundation for his cultivation, his bones would have turned to ash.
"My great-uncle—my grandfather was bedridden and died young—as for my great-aunt and eldest uncle—"
Already, already————”
Fang Daoling felt a mix of emotions and dared not say anything more.
Fang Wuchen was taken aback, no longer concealing himself. He released his spiritual sense, instantly scanning Qingli Mountain, and with a single step, his figure vanished: "I'm going to see Wujiu—"
Hu Yunshu glanced at her husband beside her: "Oh, so the Fang family actually has a Purple Mansion Ancestor? Just how many things are you hiding from me?"
Fang Daoling wiped away her tears: "I don't know either—besides, doesn't your family also have a Purple Mansion Ancestor?"
"Can this even be compared?"
Hu Yunshu glared at Fang Daoling: "I think this ancestor does value blood ties. Perhaps in the future, my Fang family will rule the Purple Mansion and become a powerful immortal clan."
She felt a mixture of anticipation and a lingering fear about this future.
On the bed, Fang Wujiu was emaciated, looking like a skeleton.
He lived to be over 120 years old, and now, nearing the end of his life, he has long been mentally unstable.
Then, it seemed as if a voice came from beside my ear.
A red glow flashed across Fang Wujiu's face, and he sat up abruptly from the bed, startling the two maids beside him.
Upon seeing the rosy glow on the master's face, they exchanged bewildered glances, and a single phrase came to mind—"a final burst of energy before death"!
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"The matriarch has awakened? This servant will immediately go and inform the master—"
"No, bring me your robe and walking stick!"
Fang Wujiu had never felt so good. He put on his outer robe and, without even needing a cane, arrived at the back of Qingli Mountain, where a cemetery was located.
His father, his sister-in-law, his nephews and nieces, and his descendants are buried here.
There's even a cenotaph for the eldest brother—
Fang Wujiu had prepared a burial plot for himself long ago, right next to his elder brother's.
At this moment, he walked a while on the bluestone-paved ground, and suddenly paused.
Beneath a pine tree stood a figure in a yellow robe.
One of his hands rested on a tombstone inscribed with "Tomb of the late Mother, Mingxue" —
"Big brother—have you come to pick me up?"
Fang Wujiu stared blankly at the figure that still looked youthful and vigorous, his eyes suddenly reddening.
"I'm not dead yet. You've received miraculous nourishment from the [Stomach Earth], so you only have a few years left before your time comes—"
Fang Wuchen's eyes reddened slightly: "Mingxue, Shanglin, Shangning—how did they leave?"
Fang Wujiu didn't have time to ask about his elder brother. He felt a surge of grief rush to his head and said sorrowfully, "After giving birth that year, my sister-in-law's health wasn't good. She endured much war and exhaustion—and finally passed away. Shang Lin's dantian was destroyed, her foundation damaged, and she died even earlier. As for Shang Ning? She died in a battle—if you had returned a few years earlier, perhaps you could have seen them one last time. Elder brother—where have you been all these years?"
"I was trapped in a grotto for a full hundred years —"
Fang Wuchen's face showed a mixture of crying and laughing: "Shanglin, Shangning—my sons, a hundred years have passed, and I still cannot even see you one last time. How cruel is Heaven to me?"
He turned abruptly, his eyes bloodshot: "You're saying—Shanglin's foundation has been destroyed?"
"Alas, it's the Zeng family of [Zui Huo] —"
Fang Wujiu's eyes were cloudy, as if he were lost in memories, and he recounted the events of that year in detail.
He's quite old, and when he talks, he tends to be long-winded and even forgetful.
But Fang Wuchen reached out and deduced the cause and effect, and immediately understood: "What a Zeng family! They actually dared to harm my son—"
He was filled with remorse. If he had come out a few years earlier, he might have been able to heal Fang Shanglin's injuries. If he were still a cultivator, he certainly wouldn't have died so young.
Well, it's also possible that he'll be conscripted by the White Bone Path, like Fang Shangning, and his remains will be lost to history.
Fang Wuchen's eyes reddened slightly as he shouted, "Come out!"
On his earthen-yellow robe, a deer with lively eyes suddenly leaped out, knelt on all fours, and said in a human voice, "Greetings, Your Excellency!"
"Bring the entire Zeng family here!"
Fang Wuchen gave the order in a calm tone.
"Follow the law!"
The roe deer bowed again, then flashed a yellow light, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
"What kind of powerful demon is that? It seems even stronger than Dao Ling?" Fang Wujiu asked timidly from the side.
"The Earth element excels at nourishing spirits and monsters—I, [Stomach Earth], am the proper position of Earth, and naturally possess the ability to summon spirits and monsters!"
This monster is already at the late stage of the Dao Foundation stage; it should be able to capture the entire Zeng family—”
Fang Wuchen explained calmly.
"Brother—what realm are you at now?" Fang Wujiu asked in a daze.
"Having taken refuge with my master and cultivated diligently for a hundred years, I have overcome my inner demons and delusions, and attained supernatural powers—"
Fang Wuchen gazed at the Fang family members gathering at the edge of the cemetery. A glimmer of earthen-yellow light shone between his brows, making him appear like a god descending to earth. He suddenly spoke: "Fang Wuchen of the Qingli Fang Clan, Daoist name Wuchenzi, today I have attained supernatural powers and become the ruler of the Purple Mansion Immortal Clan. A celebration will be held in one month. I cordially invite all fellow Daoists to attend!"
The sound traveled far and wide through the void, carrying a wisp of supreme mystery, echoing near Qingli Mountain.
Upon hearing this, Fang Daoling and the other clansmen burst into tears and immediately knelt down, saying, "Greetings, True Person Wuchenzi! Congratulations on attaining the Purple Mansion realm! May you reach the pinnacle of the Four Laws and ascend to the True Fruit!"