Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 1828 How could it be? Absolutely impossible!

Hear this!

Cheng Ping'an felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately suppressed all distracting thoughts, focused his gaze on his nose, and, following the profound methods of the [Ancestral Mark], slowly activated the true essence and bloodline power within his body.

All of a sudden!

An ancient and obscure aura began to ripple around him.

Upon seeing this, Murong Wanwan's beautiful eyes flashed with curiosity and anticipation.

She moved gracefully to sit down on the futon beside her, and began to try to circulate this peculiar supernatural power according to the incantation.

She also harbored a desire to explore the origins of her bloodline, wanting to know about her ancestors...

Have there ever been such peerless powerhouses who were so stunning throughout the ages and capable of shaking the heavens and the earth?

after all!

Such a secret method, capable of tracing one's bloodline and glimpsing the glory of one's ancestors, is virtually unheard of in the entire cultivation world.

It's perfectly normal for people to be curious.

Then, she lowered her eyes and, with a curious mind, began to cultivate this supernatural power.

As time slips away...

Under Cheng Buzheng's meticulous protection and guidance, the consciousness of Murong Wanwan and her son Cheng Ping'an was gradually drawn into a vast and boundless mysterious realm beyond the concept of time and space by the profound divine power of the [Ancestral Mark].

That is the "River of Bloodlines" formed by the convergence of endless bloodline information.

In this magnificent and boundless river, countless bloodline factors shimmer with a faint light.

Like stars in the universe, rising and falling, twinkling.

Each grain carries the life imprint and potential information of an ancestor.

Murong Wanwan's thoughts wandered within, initially filled with curiosity and exploration. She was like a child who had stumbled into a treasure mountain, eager to find the powerful bloodline factors within this sea of ​​bloodlines.

however!

As her thoughts delved deeper, her curiosity first turned into doubt.

Then it turned into disbelief.

Finally, a sense of numbness emerged.

“This…how is this possible!

Absolutely impossible! "

"A cultivator with the talent of this fairy, according to common sense, even if there were no Nascent Soul cultivators among her ancestors for a hundred generations,..."

There must have been at least a few Golden Core cultivator ancestors, right?

Why... why is my perception so bleak?

Within a hundred generations, even the bloodline factors of a Golden Core cultivator are so rare and hard to find.

This is no joke!

A strong sense of resentment and doubt welled up inside me.

She has always been quite confident in her talent, so this result is really hard for her to accept.

"I refuse to believe it!"

There must be some flaw in the operation of this supernatural power, or the exploration must not have been thorough enough!

In the blink of an eye!

Murong Wanwan focused her mind and once again fully activated the [Ancestral Mark] divine power. Her even more powerful divine sense, like invisible tentacles, spread and explored deeper and wider into the river of bloodline.

This time, even more densely packed red bloodline factors, like stars in the summer sky, appeared more clearly before her mind, as if summoned.

It flickered with light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

It seems to be telling a long-forgotten story of the rise and fall of a family.

Her experience was completely different from that of her mother, Murong Wanwan...

The moment Cheng Ping'an's consciousness entered the River of Blood, he felt a natural affinity and calling.

Almost effortlessly, his attention was instantly drawn to a golden, radiant bloodline factor deep within the river of blood, as dazzling as the sun.

Furthermore, from that golden light, he sensed something incredibly familiar and intimate.

At the same time, it also possesses a power fluctuation as vast as the sea.

"This aura... is warm and profound, carrying both an all-encompassing domineering power and a benevolent compassion that suppresses all things..."

Cheng Ping'an was deeply shaken, and then he understood.

"Is this the original mark that Father left in our bloodline?"

"Yes, it is indeed incredibly powerful and truly captivating."

He sighed inwardly.

But Cheng Ping'an did not make a choice immediately.

"Although my father is strong, the bloodline is ancient and long. Who knows if there are ancestral bloodlines that surpass my father in the more ancient source?"

"Don't rush to make a decision, let's follow this golden light and trace it back to its source..."

Just as Cheng Ping'an was focusing his mind, trying to go against the current and trace the more ancient source of the golden light...

Murong Wanwan, meanwhile, struggled within the River of Bloodlines, repeatedly unleashing her supernatural powers in an attempt to find overlooked treasures within that seemingly ordinary sea of ​​bloodlines…

Cheng Buzheng took in the starkly different changes in the expressions on the mother and son's faces—

Cheng Ping'an's expression of sudden realization, shock, and then deep reflection...

This contrasted sharply with the complex expressions of her Daoist partner, Murong Wanwan, who went from curiosity to astonishment, from disbelief to resentment.

A knowing smile, tinged with a hint of mockery, crept onto his lips.

However, Cheng Buzheng did not interrupt, but simply smiled faintly and then looked away.

Immediately!

His eyes were lowered, like a patient guardian, sitting quietly to the side, his aura blending into the quiet room.

The quiet room was once again completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

I don't know how much time passed...

Cheng Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes, a fleeting, barely suppressed crimson glint in the depths of his pupils.

He turned his head abruptly, looking at Cheng Buzheng sitting quietly beside him with a face full of surprise, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"Father, I have successfully mastered this supernatural power!"

The words echoed faintly in the stone chamber.

A complex blood-red rune appeared in Cheng Ping'an's palm.

The runes seemed to come alive as they danced between his fingers, radiating an ancient and majestic aura.

Moreover, the Qi mechanism is exactly the same as that of Cheng Buzheng.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Buzheng slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze fell on the bloodline talisman on his son's palm, but his expression remained as calm as a deep pool.

After all, Cheng Ping'an carries his bloodline, and the dominant factors belonging to him in the river of blood are as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky.

He was able to comprehend the special supernatural power of the [Ancestral Mark] sect in just a few days...

It was simply a matter of time.

Cheng Buzheng nodded slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the fluctuations of the talisman in Cheng Ping'an's palm dissipated. His voice was as faint as the morning mist in the mountains:

"Keep quiet."

Your mother is still cultivating; please do not disturb her.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the figure in pure white on the other side.

Murong Wanwan was enveloped in a pale red halo, her long eyelashes casting fine shadows on her eyelids, as if she were immersed in some distant dream.

"Yes."

Cheng Ping'an responded in a low voice.

He looked at the focused gaze his father had on his mother and felt a subtle pang of sadness welling up inside him.

At that moment, he clearly realized that in his father's heart, he would always be second.

The parents were like twin lotus flowers growing side by side, while he was just a lotus seed that happened to fall beside the lotus.

Just as Cheng Ping'an was silently thinking about crickets...

The red light surrounding Murong Wanwan suddenly receded.

When she opened her eyes, she showed no signs of fatigue from cultivation. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and glanced at the father and son who were holding their breath in concentration.

"Why are you and your son staring at me?"

Do you think I have martial arts incantations etched on my face?

Cheng Buzheng's pupils contracted slightly.

Ordinary cultivators, after mastering this supernatural power, would either be overjoyed like Ping An.

They either become dejected because of failure.

But Murong Wanwan remained calm, as if she had merely sipped a cup of tea...

Unless she encounters an opportunity in the river of bloodlines even more astonishing than the Divine Transformation bloodline?

This thought made his Adam's apple bob slightly, and the tentative words slipped out of his lips before he could even finish speaking:

"How was your harvest, daughter-in-law?"

Suddenly!

Even Cheng Ping'an, who was about to shrink into a quail, turned his gaze to Murong Wanwan.

Under two piercing gazes, Murong Wanwan suddenly let out a cold laugh.

She reached out and poked Cheng Ping'an's forehead, her words laced with icy coldness:

Your mother isn't as lucky as you!

"You have a father who is a Nascent Soul Realm expert; how could I possibly be so fortunate?"

As she spoke, Murong Wanwan glanced at Cheng Buzheng out of the corner of her eye.

this moment.

The air suddenly solidified.

Cheng Buzheng noticed the jealous look in his wife's eyes and immediately gave his son a look.

Cheng Ping'an understood and quickly picked up the teacup on the table and handed it over:

"Mother, have a sip of this spiritual tea to soothe your throat. This Cloud Mist Tea is still your favorite..."

"Shut up."

Murong Wanwan brushed aside the teacup, her gaze sweeping over Cheng Buzheng's hesitant expression, and suddenly a smile curved her lips.

"how?

Are you afraid I'll take my anger out on you and your son?

"How can it be?

"Mother, you have always been dignified and elegant, a fairy-like figure in my eyes. How could you be so vulgar!"

however.

Murong Wanwan sneered and said:

"is it?"

"Was your mother never dignified or elegant in your eyes?"

Hear the words.

Cheng Ping'an looked at Cheng Buzheng for help and said:

"Father……"

Cheng Buzheng raised his hand to brush away non-existent dust from the stone table, his tone returning to its usual calm and composed manner as he casually glossed over the topic.

Cheng Ping'an, being a shrewd individual, immediately picked up on Cheng Buzheng's words.

To avoid bringing up this topic again and provoking Murong Wanwan's anger.

this moment.

The father and son were also very much in sync and had an excellent understanding of each other.

Seeing the father and son singing in unison...

Murong Wanwan chuckled inwardly, but she didn't say anything.

suddenly!

Cheng Buzheng's mind raced, as if he had thought of something.

He looked calmly at Cheng Ping'an and said:

"Peace, your father has been in seclusion for many years, apart from the 'World-Suppressing Sacrifice Method' and the 'Ancestral Mark' that you and your mother practiced..."

They also deduced many secret techniques and supernatural powers.

"Go and summon the top ten most talented juniors in the clan to this place!"

I will personally protect you for three days.

He paused slightly.

Cheng Buzheng said with a solemn expression:

"And remember, the [World-Suppressing Sacrifice Technique] you just practiced can only be practiced by the Cheng Clan Chief from now on. Those who violate this rule will be—"

His tone turned slightly cold at this point.

"According to the first rule of the clan, those who betray the clan shall be punished by having their souls scattered."

Although Murong Wanwan and Cheng Ping'an felt this rule was somewhat harsh, they also thought it was reasonable.

the first!

This is to ensure the safe continuation of the Cheng Clan's immortal lineage in the future, so as to prevent any unscrupulous individuals from betraying the family.

Naturally, secrecy is required.

second!

Although this forbidden divine power can unleash earth-shattering might by borrowing law-based spiritual objects, it requires such objects.

Although the spiritual objects of the laws are sealed within the body and can be passed down from generation to generation, there is only one such object.

Moreover, as time goes by, and as generations of clan leaders comprehend and fight against enemies, the spiritual objects of the laws will eventually be completely depleted.

and so.

Finding spiritual artifacts that govern the laws of nature as a backup must be the top priority.

After understanding the cause and effect of this situation, Cheng Ping'an said with a solemn expression:

"I swear with a sincere heart that, apart from succeeding as clan leader, I will never let any third person know of the existence of this method."

Hear the words.

Cheng Buzheng nodded, his solemn expression fading, and said softly:

"correct!

Go to the warehouse again later and get a few hundred empty storage bags.

And spatial treasures within the vault, such as: Void Crystals, etc.

"Yes!"

Cheng Ping'an responded.

Although he didn't know that his father wanted a storage bag, or what the purpose of spatial treasures was?

But he also understood that his father wouldn't say that without a reason.

There must be a deeper meaning he doesn't understand.

Immediately.

After bowing to Cheng Buzheng and Murong Wanwan, Cheng Ping'an left the quiet room.

After Cheng Ping'an left the quiet room...

Murong Wanwan also stood up, her white skirt rippling on the jade bricks.

As her fingertips brushed against her temple, a purple jade hairpin unconsciously turned three times before she whispered:

"My lord, I have rested for quite some time, and with the magical artifacts you just bestowed upon me..."

I should also continue my seclusion.

This time, I am determined to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

As soon as this statement came out!

Cheng Buzheng's fingers, which were caressing the teacup, suddenly stopped, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

He clearly remembered that when they were alone, this person would lean against him and complain:

"A Nascent Soul cultivator has a lifespan of a thousand years, which is more than enough for a carefree life. Why bother learning from those old antiques and sitting idly all day long!"

But then his mind raced and he understood what was going on.

My daughter-in-law has suddenly changed her mind; she's afraid she'll become a burden in the future!

His seemingly lazy wife was ultimately touched by the phrase "to live a long and happy life together."

I guess they were touched by what I said before.

'otherwise.

Given his wife's lazy attitude after breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, she would definitely not voluntarily go into seclusion to cultivate.

Thinking of this.

Cheng Buzheng's heart softened even more.

Immediately.

He reached out and lovingly stroked his wife's stunningly beautiful face, speaking softly:

"No rush!"

There's plenty of time in the future; there's no need to rush.

Hear the words.

Murong Wanwan turned her head and bit his fingertip, her words muffled between her teeth, but her eyes were extremely firm as she said:

"Husband, please don't try to persuade me anymore!"

"If I don't go into seclusion, I simply won't have the mind to do anything else right now."

"And my lifespan seems quite long, even with the many treasures, supernatural powers, and secret techniques you've given me, my husband..."

However, breaking through that barrier completely is not an easy task.

otherwise.

Even in the cultivation world, Nascent Soul cultivators aren't that rare or uncommon.

Seeing his wife's resolute expression, Cheng Buzheng couldn't help but sigh softly.

'It seems my wife is truly determined to stay by my side for the rest of my life.'

Immediately.

He opened his mouth and said:

“Since my wife’s heart is so firm in her pursuit of the Tao, then I cannot stop her.”

"How about this? If the power within the spirit object is exhausted, we must inform our husband."

You absolutely mustn't shut yourself off from the world just to avoid troubling me.

"after all!

Such spiritual objects are almost impossible for you to find.

But your husband is ultimately a Nascent Soul cultivator; finding one or two more spiritual artifacts shouldn't be a problem, right?

"···"

...(End of this chapter)