Chapter 1 I, Chen Xuanmo, have been walking on thin ice all my life

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The Great Wu Kingdom.

Hedong County, Cangyi Mountain.

This mountain is tall and steep, and its peaks are like divine weapons pointing straight to the sky.

On the mountainside, there is a platform that was carved into a smooth mirror by a mysterious force. The bluestone shines like jade, and it is called "Qingyu Cliff".

And on this Qingyu Cliff stands the main residence of the Cangyi Chen family, a famous immortal cultivation family in Hedong County.

This house was built relying on a natural spiritual vein. Its buildings are majestic and magnificent, as if connected to heaven and earth. The clouds and mist lingering among them add a bit of mystery and majesty.

The head of the family’s residence——[Xuan Mo Xuan].

An old man with white hair and beard and a haggard face was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

His life experiences flashed through his mind like fleeting images.

"I, Chen Xuanmo, have been walking on thin ice all my life."

"When I was eighteen, I traveled to this world that was similar to ancient China, carrying a crystal bead that was said to be a lucky bead."

"After two years of hanging around and earning some initial capital, I was just about to roll up my sleeves and start working hard. Then I accidentally learned that there really is a way to immortality in this world, so I resolutely decided to seek immortality and ask for the way."

"After much effort, I finally joined the Yunyang Sect at the age of 25 and became an outer disciple. However, my aptitude for cultivating immortals was not outstanding, and my age was too high, so my journey of cultivating immortals was difficult."

"Fortunately, as a time traveler, I, Chen Xuanmo, have a relatively broad vision and active mind. With various clever means and perseverance, as well as a little luck, I finally successfully entered the foundation-building stage at the age of seventy-three."

"When I was ninety years old, I knew that I had no hope of forming an elixir in this lifetime, so I coaxed a pretty young junior sister with a good personality into marriage. From then on, I started to have many children and established my own immortal cultivation family."

"At the age of 123, he moved his family to Qingyu Cliff in Cangyi Mountain and started building his own family residence."

"At the age of one hundred and sixty-three, he broke through to the late stage of foundation building, surpassing his peers and making the family prosperous."

"At the age of 176, my wife died of natural causes, but I did not remarry."

"One hundred and ninety-seven years old, I..."

The old man on the mat suddenly closed his eyes, his head drooped, his life force was gone, and he had no breath.

he died.

"Father!"

A man kneeling on the ground under the cushion suddenly changed color and burst into tears.

Screams immediately came from behind him.

"Grandpa!" "Great-grandpa!" "Ancestor!"

In an instant, there was a cry of grief inside and outside Xuan Moxuan, with wailing sounds coming one after another.

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Qingyu Cliff, at the foot of the mountain.

A winding path leads straight up to the sky.

Along the way, there are lush forests, gurgling streams, and exotic flowers and rare birds and animals everywhere.

On this steep mountain road, a group of people dressed in strange costumes were showing off their skills and rushing to the Chen family's main residence.

Among them, a young man took a deep breath and leaped forward. Every leap was like a giant bird spreading its wings, flying lightly seven or eight feet away, more agile and nimble than the wild monkeys in the mountain stream.

On the other side, an old woman with a cane was holding the hand of a little girl. Her steps seemed casual, but every step she took seemed to shrink the distance into an inch, and in an instant she arrived more than ten feet ahead.

There was also a young girl kneeling on a kite-like paper. She controlled the kite skillfully, flapping its wings and circling up along the mountain road.

When everyone was about to arrive in front of the Chen family's main residence, they suddenly stopped, carefully tidied their appearance again and again, and then walked towards the mountain gate with expressions of deep sorrow.

At this time, a white mourning tent had already been set up in front of the main gate of the Chen family. Soul-calling banners rustled in the wind, and the white cloth fluttered.

Several women dressed in mourning and looking miserable were kneeling in front of a brazier, burning paper money, sobbing one after another.

There is also a pair of black and white elegiac couplets hanging on both sides of the mountain gate.

Letter:

The sad virtuous soul passed away on a crane, and his mournful cries echoed through the nine heavens.

The good virtues of our ancestors shine through to future generations, and the family traditions are passed down through the generations.

Next to the mourning shed stood several men in mourning.

Leading the group was a burly old man with gray hair on his temples, who looked to be around sixty or seventy years old. He was none other than Chen Ningtai, the young patriarch of the Cangyi Chen clan.

At this moment, he looked tired, his face was gloomy, and there was deep sorrow in his eyes.

Obviously, the death of his father Chen Xuanmo dealt him a huge blow.

But even so, when he saw people going up the mountain to pay their respects, he still forced himself to go forward with his tribesmen, bowed deeply to the visitors, and his throat rolled twice, but he was choked with sobs and speechless.

"How dare I trouble Senior Ning Tai to come and greet me personally."

Among the visitors, an old man with an immortal look hurriedly returned the greeting deeply.

The other guests were all terrified and quickly returned the greetings as if they were flattered.

"The deceased is gone, I hope that Ancestor Ningtai will mourn for him."

"Rest in peace, Ancestor Xuan Mo!"

"Woo woo woo~ Ancestor Xuan Mo..."

The guests who came to pay their respects expressed their grief over the passing of Senior Chen Xuanmo in various ways.

Just at this time.

A brilliant streak of fire suddenly streaked across the sky, like a meteor chasing the moon, and fell directly in front of the mountain gate of the Chen family's main residence.

The flames gradually dissipated, turning into a red talisman, which floated down in the thin flames and finally landed steadily in the palm of a majestic old man. The old man was tall and strong, with red hair and red eyebrows. He had his hands behind his back, his eyes were like torches, and he had a majestic demeanor when he looked around.

When the guests saw the newcomer, they immediately fell silent, but they were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

This is the [Chiqiu ancestor] of the [Lingbei Zheng family].

Hasn't he always been at odds with Patriarch Xuanmo? Why is he coming here in person to offer condolences?
Seeing this, Chen Ningtai also hurriedly bowed to the guests and said, "Dear guests, I will take my leave first and stay for a while."

He turned around and solemnly instructed a middle-aged man behind him: "Daoling, please take good care of the guests and don't lose your manners."

"Yes, father." Chen Daoling, who looked handsome and elegant, responded respectfully. He then politely exchanged a few words with the guests, led them into the mountain gate, called in helpers from other branches, and treated them well.

On the other side.

Chen Ningtai went to meet the Zheng clan's Chiqiu ancestor and bowed politely: "Thank you, Brother Zheng, for coming to see my father off in person."

The look in the eyes of Patriarch Chi Qiu was a little complicated, and his mouth opened and closed several times, finally turning into a light sigh: "Alas~ Brother Ning Tai, please accept my condolences." Whether it was scheming or force, the old ghost Xuan Mo had overwhelmed him in his entire life.

Normally, he would secretly curse the old ghost Xuan Mo to ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

But when I really saw that Chen Xuanmo was dead, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

I'm afraid that within 20 to 30 years, their glorious generation will come to an end one by one.

Just as Chen Ningtai was entertaining his distinguished guests, another small boat with a black sail came from the clear sky.

It broke through the clouds and mist and slowly landed in front of Chen's mountain gate.

The curtain of the black-sailed boat was rolled up, and an old man in gorgeous clothes with extraordinary bearing walked out, followed by several young people.

"The old ghost from Guangling actually came in person to pay his respects?" The old ancestor Chi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Within a thousand-mile radius of the five southern guards of Hedong County, the three major immortal cultivation families are currently [Cangyi Chen Family], [Lingbei Zheng Family], and [Nanyue Zhao Family].

Among them, the [Cangyi Chen Family] has the shallowest foundation, but has risen the most powerfully.

There are intricate relationships between the three major families and the immortal cultivation sect [Yunyang Sect]. Therefore, they are in competition with each other, but they also inevitably form alliances and cooperate in various aspects, and the relationship is relatively complicated.

Upon seeing this, Chen Ningtai immediately apologized to the Chiqiu Patriarch and hurried to welcome the Guangling Patriarch of the Nanyue Zhao Clan.

Subsequently, guests from all walks of life arrived one after another to pay their respects, including some well-known Foundation Establishment cultivators.

On the third day.

A flying chariot pulled by a third-rank spirit bird appeared in the sky. It turned out to be the Yunyang Sect's well-known inner sect steward, Wang Zhiqing, who came to pay condolences. It can be seen that the sect also attaches great importance to Chen Xuanmo's death.

In this way, the Chen family was busy for several days.

On the sixth day of the mourning period, guests and relatives who came to pay their respects gradually dispersed.

However, the Chen clan members still could not rest.

Until the seventh day.

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ancestral hall.

As the ancestral hall of the Chen family, it is located at the back of the entire Chen family main residence. It is surrounded by pine and cypress trees and has a faint scent of sandalwood, making it quiet and peaceful.

Since the rise of the Cangyi Chen family has only been a few decades, Chen Xuanmo is the founding ancestor of the Chen family.

Therefore, although the ancestral hall was built in a grand and majestic manner, the tablets in the main hall are still empty.

Unlike ancient China, the ancestral halls in this world also enshrine female tablets. After all, there are also quite a few female cultivators.

The tablet at the top currently only enshrines the first-generation matriarch of the Chen family, Yao Qiuping.

at this time.

Chen Ningtai, the young clan leader with gray hair on his temples, held the tablet of his father Chen Xuanmo, kowtowed every three steps, and placed the tablet at the very top. He also placed Chen Xuanmo's mid-grade spiritual weapon, the [Xuanmo Spiritual Sword], behind the tablet.

At the same time, he kept chanting, "Please let my father's spirit return to his throne."

The tribesmen, young and old, men and women behind him all knelt on the ground and chanted at the same time: "Please return the heroic spirit of our ancestor."

Amid the sounds of heroic spirits returning home.

suddenly.

The Xuan Mo Ling Sword behind the tablet trembled slightly, and then emitted a soft light.

But all the Chen clan members were kneeling and no one noticed this scene.

"boom!"

Chen Xuanmo felt as if something exploded deep in his mind, and he suddenly woke up.

He looked around and found himself in a closed sphere.

You can't get out, but you can "see" the distorted light from the outside world through the crystal wall of the sphere.

Outside the crystal wall, it seemed like the ancestral hall he had personally planned and built. Dozens of filial sons and grandsons in mourning clothes were kneeling on the ground, chanting words like "The heroic spirits have returned to their proper places."

How is this going?

Chen Xuanmo was filled with confusion.

This old monster, who has lived for nearly two hundred years in his past and present lives, has indeed never seen such a scene.

"Am I not dead?"

Chen Xuanmo was stunned for a long time.

Yes, am I not dead?
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(This article was a bit tepid in the early stages because of the heavy foreshadowing and slow pace, but it started to get better in the 20th or 30th chapters~, and in the 40th or so chapters, the plot developed by leaps and bounds. Brothers and sisters, please be patient, it will be better soon, thank you~)

　(The early stages of a family cultivation story are slow and require a lot of preparation. Brothers and sisters can be more patient. It will start to get better after the 20th or 30th chapters~))

　　
　
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