Chapter 189 : Missing the Ideal Son-in-law
Chapter 189: Missing the Ideal Son-in-law
The efficiency of the Yuqing Immortal Sect was swift.
The day after Chen Beiwu confirmed his Immortal Exam aspirations, a cultivator arrived at his home, delivering the jade slip of the cultivation method All Laws Converge, Heaven Book of the Divine Tree.
Receiving the jade slip, Chen Beiwu immediately activated the Gate of Ten Directions and teleported to the Moon-in-Water Dwelling in the Southern Wastes.
Under Gold Egg’s curious gaze, he pressed the jade slip of the Heaven Book · Foundation Establishment Chapter against his forehead, channeling his divine sense to comprehend it.
“Buzz!”
As the jade slip transformed into a streak of azure light and merged into his sea of consciousness, the world before Chen Beiwu’s eyes abruptly shifted.
The Heaven-Piercing Tree connected all rivers, the Returning Ruins nurtured the Dao Foundation.
The profound and enigmatic essence of the method manifested as a colossal Heaven-Piercing Divine Tree, towering above an endless sea, radiating an indescribable Dao rhythm.
After a long while, Chen Beiwu opened his eyes, a trace of admiration flashing within them.
The Foundation Establishment Chapter of the Heaven Book was unfathomably exquisite. It described how to draw upon the water essence of myriad rivers to nourish the Spirit of Green Wood, then use the Spirit of Green Wood to stabilize the foundation of the myriad rivers.
These two complemented each other, capable of nurturing twin spiritual whirlpools, gradually expanding and solidifying the initial Dao Foundation formed by a Foundation Establishment cultivator until the Dao Foundation reached perfection.
For geniuses with flawless foundations, cultivating the Foundation Establishment Chapter of the Heaven Book could even allow them to condense River-Origin Mana, advancing their Water-Wood Dharma Body further, and forging the unfathomable Hundred Rivers Green Wood Body.
“Gulu?”
Gold Egg gazed at Chen Beiwu.
‘I have not yet advanced to Foundation Establishment, so I cannot cultivate the Foundation Establishment Chapter for now.’
Chen Beiwu shook his head slightly, a smile surfacing on his face: “Besides, compared to cultivating, what matters most right now is going home to celebrate.”
As the saying went: To return wealthy yet not visit home was like wearing brocade clothes at night!
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Two days later, Pingchen Township Train Station.
The scorching July sun blazed down. On the station square, a red banner stood out prominently, attracting the attention of many cultivators.
“Fifteen years weaving brilliance through time, ninety-thousand miles upon the cloud road to great prospects!”
“Warm congratulations to our county’s student Chen Beiwu for being named on the Golden Roll and admitted into Yuqing Immortal Sect!”
Seeing the words on the banner, passing cultivators froze slightly, their faces filled with disbelief.
“Damn, who is Chen Beiwu? When did Pingchen Township produce such an incredible figure!” someone exclaimed.
“Old Gui, have you been moving bricks until your brain’s gone dull? In Pingchen Township, there’s only one student named Chen Beiwu.” An aunt rolled her eyes at the burly man.
The man’s eyes widened round in shock: “Ah, you mean the son of Chen Dong from Xiangwei Street? He, a cultivator only at the Sixth Level of Qi Refining, could raise a son who entered Yuqing Immortal Sect? Impossible!”
“What’s impossible about it.” The aunt said proudly: “Do you know, the year Chen Beiwu was born, the old cypress beside the village ancestral hall suddenly bloomed? From that moment, I knew this child was destined for greatness!”
“Unlike you—dull and slow, without a shred of foresight.” Finishing her words, the aunt squeezed into the crowd, warmly greeting Huang Xiaoling:
“Hey, Xiaoling, does your child need a concubine by his side?”
“My daughter is eighteen years old, fair and delicate, skilled in pouring tea, washing clothes, cooking meals—she can do everything…”
Huang Xiaoling looked up at the stout aunt, her face showing helplessness.
Poor in the marketplace, no one asks; rich in the deep mountains, distant relatives appear.
This was hardly the first time she encountered such things.
Ever since the news spread that her child had been admitted into Yuqing Immortal Sect, neighbors from ten villages around, as well as relatives with barely any ties, had nearly trampled her threshold flat.
Knowing that becoming a Dao Companion was unlikely, most who came sought to marry off their daughters as concubines—some even willing to forgo formal titles, offering dowries for free—just so their descendants might inherit a fraction of Chen Beiwu’s talent.
“No, Aunt Lin.” Huang Xiaoling shook her head, firmly refusing.
She was no fool. After her son entered Yuqing Immortal Sect, his reputation spread not only in Fallen Dragon Manor but across Kaiyuan Prefecture as well.
In the future, achieving Golden Core, even advancing to Nascent Soul True Monarch, was not out of reach. How could she allow unfamiliar neighbors to burden her son?
‘Beiwu’s talent and aptitude are excellent. If he could wed the daughter of a Golden Core True Person or even a Nascent Soul True Monarch, his cultivation path would be much smoother.’ Huang Xiaoling’s gaze shifted toward the two figures standing at the forefront of the crowd.
In the past, she dared not dream of becoming in-laws with a Golden Core True Person, for the Chen Clan was unworthy, and such ambitions could bring disaster.
But now things were different. By virtue of her son, she stood elevated.
Those great figures she once could not even imagine now had to lower themselves when they saw her, chatting with laughter.
Sensing the timing was right, Huang Xiaoling pulled her husband Chen Dong forward. Under the gazes of many Foundation Establishment cultivators, they walked to the front of the crowd.
At the same moment, the train arrived. As Chen Beiwu stepped off, he immediately saw the eye-catching banner in the station passageway and dozens of reporters with their filming equipment.
Yet what drew his attention most was the middle-aged man standing at the very front of the crowd.
His complexion was like jade, his features refined, his eyes deep, his brows exuding an otherworldly aura. Above his head, the light of fate shimmered in a resplendent crimson fortune too grand for words.
Only, this crimson fortune had yet to grow strong enough to manifest the majestic sight of a crimson dragon circling in protection.
‘The Lord of Fallen Dragon Manor, Nascent Soul True Monarch Yi Zhen!’ Chen Beiwu’s pupils contracted as he instantly recognized the man.
Standing behind the Manor Lord was the County Magistrate of Yuan-Kong County, Golden Core True Person Xu Tianguang—the father of Xu Lingling.
Compared to the Manor Lord, True Person Xu’s aura of fate was dimmer, gleaming in a reddish-gold hue.
As for Chen Beiwu’s parents, they stood at Xu True Person’s left, ahead of the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Yuan-Kong County.
“Student Chen, passing the Immortal Alliance Entrance Exam and being admitted into Yuqing Immortal Sect is an event not seen in Fallen Dragon Manor for fifty years…”
After the formulaic words of praise, Manor Lord Yi Zhen produced a spirit yuan check worth fifty thousand and handed it to Chen Beiwu.
In Yuan-Kong County, students admitted into the Seven-Nine Upper Sects were rewarded one thousand lower-grade spirit stones from the Immortal Alliance’s Temple of Accord. Those who entered the Thirteen Immortal Sects were awarded ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones.
Yi Zhen, as Lord of Fallen Dragon Manor, could hardly be stingy when a prodigy entering Yuqing Immortal Sect had finally emerged from his territory.
To shape his image as benevolent and approachable, he personally came to the train station to welcome Chen Beiwu, and publicly, on behalf of the Immortal Alliance’s Temple of Accord, granted him fifty thousand spirit stones.
“Click!”
“Click!”
“Click!”
As Chen Beiwu received the check with both hands, the surrounding reporters pressed their camera shutters, capturing the moment.
‘Lingling’s judgment was indeed keener than mine.’ True Person Xu sighed inwardly.
Now that Chen Beiwu had entered Yuqing Immortal Sect, his future held at least the certainty of becoming a Golden Core True Person, and perhaps even a Nascent Soul True Monarch—his prospects boundless.
If Chen Beiwu could maintain his momentum, standing out among the geniuses of the sect, and winning the attention of the high elders of Yuqing Immortal Sect, then achieving the level of a Divine Transformation True Sovereign was not beyond imagination.
Unfortunately, Xu Tianguang had acted too late!
Such pure-blooded, untainted cultivation geniuses were always the prime targets of Nascent Soul clans, who would even spare no hesitation in marrying their noble daughters into them.