Chapter 688: 441 Future_2 - Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

Chapter 688: Chapter 441 Future_2

Nowadays, how could a cultivator recognize that this is the first ancient Divine Tree [Life Divine Tree].

“Hey, Ziyan, let’s go out for a walk together. Perhaps we might find treasures of this kind. Now that you’ve reached Golden Core Perfection, it’s time to prepare in advance for the heavenly materials and earthly treasures for advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage. Maybe we can find some here.”

The Douyang Cultivator was extremely enthusiastic.

Murong Ziyuan pondered for a moment and nodded.

“Good.”

She indeed needed to prepare for the Nascent Soul Stage, which required an enormous expenditure, and although her cultivation had progressed rapidly, she… only practiced combat techniques and wasn’t skilled in the Hundred Skills of Immortal Cultivation, leaving her financially strapped.

Alone and without family support, she needed to earn spirit stones by herself.

Currently, the biggest obstacle before her was not her realm, but spirit stones; she was too poor…

Everyone could see that Murong Ziyuan’s cultivation was unparalleled, her talent unbeatable, but she neither stole nor robbed, and the consumption for her cultivation was extremely high. It was already difficult to maintain her normal cultivation solely on the spirit stones allocated by the sect.

Indeed, she needed to seek opportunities to earn spirit stones.

“Yang Fu, you and your sister, do you want to join us?”

The Douyang Cultivator gave Yang Fu a wink.

Yang Fu cupped his hands: “No, Uncle Murong… I have some things to do at home.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

The Douyang Cultivator’s face lit up with joy as he gave a thumbs-up behind Yang Fu’s back.

He privately messaged Yang Fu with his divine sense: “Thoughtful! I’ll treat you to a drink later!”

Murong Ziyuan and the Douyang Cultivator flew out as two streaks of light.

Yang Fu smiled wryly.

This Douyang Cultivator had been pursuing Murong Ziyuan for a century, from becoming Murong Ziyuan’s senior brother to junior, and still hadn’t been successful, yet remained passionate and persistent.

Yang Genshuo slightly furrowed his brows.

Because he seldom saw Murong Ziyuan, but he always had a special feeling for her…

Murong Ziyuan was a benefactor to the Yang Family. Back then, she supported Yang Shi in opening Qingshi Fang City, gifting three Thunder Talismans annually, admitting him as an Outer Disciple in the Xuan Stone Sect, and even gave him half of the [Thunderbolt Sword] treasure.

The Yang Family was able to overcome its initial hardships, largely thanks to Murong Ziyuan’s help.

Murong Ziyuan was very cold, rarely spoke more than three sentences to anyone, but she was truly kind-hearted. Yang Genshuo also heard what she said at Yang Shi’s grave.

At the same time, Murong Ziyuan was so strong that she was beyond the Yang family’s reach, despite them giving it their all…

She possessed Immortal Talent as well.

Yang Genshuo once jokingly said that it would be great if a member of the Yang Family could marry Murong Ziyuan.

He even fantasized about Yang Fu ascending to become a disciple of the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect and gradually developing a relationship with Murong Ziyuan, ultimately marrying her.

But they were always a class apart…

This was never mentioned again.

But now, seeing Murong Ziyuan being pursued by someone else, Yang Genshuo felt something odd within.

“Does the Yang Family really have no destiny with Murong Ziyuan…”

He asked Yang Fu, who was startled.

“Ancestor, don’t tease me, I already have three wives… Besides, I’ve always considered Murong Ziyuan as an uncle… This is too improper…”

Yang Genshuo sneered.

“Tch, so rigid.”

Yang Fujian, even more so, was still grieving for Mu Yu every day, so this matter had to be shelved.

In previous years’ ancestral worship, the Yang Family would be vibrant and filled with infinite hope, offering to the ancestors for protection.

This year, for the Yang Family, it was a true memorial.

Not only offering to the ancestors but also commemorating Yang Shi.

A knight who spent his life fighting for family and country.

After completing the rituals, Yang Fu knelt in the ancestral hall, gazing at his father’s memorial tablet.

“Father, you’ve done so much for this family, and I never managed to share your burden. We might not be as capable as you, but from now on… we’ll strive to follow in your footsteps.”

He had been away from home for nearly a century, and when he left, Yang Shi was full of vigor, subduing the Demon Path, and rectifying the Danai Dynasty.

When he returned… Yang Shi had already been laid to rest.

Jiang Xiaobai patted Yang Fu’s head and showed a comforting smile.

“Fu’er, you’ve already done a lot for the family… The ancestor often talks about you. You and your younger brother built this family legacy on the Spirit Miao Continent. Your father was always proud when he mentioned you.”

“I didn’t even see my father one last time…”

Tears rolled down Yang Fu’s cheeks as he recalled his memories with Yang Shi.

“Your father… once told me, he would rather die on the battlefield than wither away and die of old age in the city. He did what he wanted, achieving what he sought; you should be happy for him.”

What Jiang Xiaobai said was true, and Yang Fu knew… that’s who Yang Shi was.

“Mother, those who killed my father… I will make them kneel and repent!”

Jiang Xiaobai sighed.

“Killing one another relentlessly through generations, endless disputes… Mother only hopes you can eradicate them completely, leaving them no ability to ever retaliate against the Yang Family again.”

“I understand, Mother.”

Yang Fu and Jiang Xiaobai, mother and son, clearly shared a common topic.

The two chatted on many subjects, even mentioning Yang Fushuo, Yang Qiang, Yang Qiangyou, among others…

Other members of the Yang Family gathered here as well, sharing each other’s experiences and stories from recent years.

Yang Feng and Yang Qiangwei returned to the Yang Family once more, and Yang Qiangwei got to see her father Yang Fu, living these days in great happiness.

When they first met, they were already overwhelmed with emotion.

Today, during the ancestral worship, everyone was filled with sentiment.

Yang Feng looked at Yang Fu and said, “Uncle, when I was dragged into the Demon World… I truly thought I would never see everyone again in this lifetime.”

“But you made it through, and took good care of Xiaowei.” Yang Fu reunited with his daughter, resolving years of heartache.

Yang Feng chuckled, “Actually, Weiwei took care of me… I just kept doing what I’m good at, cultivation.”

“Your mother, knowing you’re safe, is very happy. Once we wrap things up here, we’ll return to Spirit Miao Continent together. She has missed you all these years.”

“Yes!”

The family was merrily celebrating.

Yang Qiangjin paid respects to her grandfather, then greeted Jiang Xiaobai.

“Greetings, grandmother.”

“Good, good… I never expected my granddaughter to reach Golden Core already, truly each generation surpasses the last.”

“Grandmother, you can do it too.”

“As for me… It’s not possible anymore. What’s the point of cultivating so high, only to watch familiar faces leave one by one: Zihan, Liu Wuheng, Tiger, your father… Now, I’m the only one left.”

“Mother, you still have us.”

Jiang Xiaobai smiled.

“Go ahead, do what you must. Mother will be here, waiting for your good news.”

Jiang Xiaobai only has Five Spirit Roots, her talent is poor, and she isn’t very keen on cultivation. Now she is merely at the fourth layer of Foundation Establishment, breaking through to Golden Core seems somewhat impossible.

If Yang Shi were still alive, she might have paved a path forward. But with Yang Shi gone, she has lost her spirit.

“Alas, even so, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator enjoys a life span of 300 years, something mortals envy but cannot attain in a lifetime.”

Yang Genshuo looked at Jiang Xiaobai, feeling a bit sentient.