Immortality Cultivation

Fang Hao stayed at home for several months.

These past few months were the most peaceful and comfortable days he had experienced since leaving the Azure Cloud Sect and embarking on his path of exile.

He didn’t have to live in fear of being hunted down, nor did he have to scheme about how to snatch resources. Every day, he slept until he woke up naturally, ate home-cooked meals made by Mother, listened to Father nagging about which family in the village was getting married or whose cow had gone missing, and teased his boisterous little brother, Little Bo. Life was truly delightful.

Of course, he wasn’t just idling.

His main purpose in returning this time was to settle things for his family, ensuring that Father, Mother, and Little Bo could live a good life in the future and have some ability to protect themselves.

He first made up an excuse, claiming that he had obtained "Spirit Medicine" bestowed by an immortal master from the outside world, and coaxed Father and Mother into taking two longevity Medicinal Pills.

Once the Medicinal Pill was ingested, the effects were immediate!

The few gray hairs on Father Ning Shiyuan and Mother Xu Fenglan’s heads turned black within a few days, the wrinkles on their faces faded significantly, and when doing farm work, their legs and feet were as agile as a young man’s, full of energy!

The elderly couple was so happy they couldn’t close their mouths, constantly saying that their son had become successful.

Next, Fang Hao took out some Medicinal Pills with mild medicinal properties suitable for Mortals to strengthen their bodies, dissolving them in water every day for Father, Mother, and Little Bo to drink.

After a few months, Father Ning Shiyuan felt like he had endless energy. Previously, he would pant just from carrying a hundred catties of grain, but now, he could carry two hundred catties along mountain roads without even catching his breath!

Mother Xu Fenglan was also rosy-cheeked and agile.

Even six-year-old Little Bo was like a young calf, running wildly in the village; none of the children his age could catch up to him.

Just having a healthy body wasn’t enough; they also needed some skills for self-defense.

Fang Hao didn’t dare to teach them immortal Cultivation Techniques. Firstly, Father and Mother were too old and lacked a Foundation; secondly, he was afraid of inviting unnecessary trouble.

He selected several top-tier secular martial arts Secret Manuals, such as the Golden Bell Shield, Iron Shirt, the light footwork of Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada, and a set of Tiger-Subduing Fists, teaching them hand-in-hand.

Father Ning Shiyuan, who already had some strength and had taken the Medicinal Pills, learned quickly. In just a few months, he had practiced the Golden Bell Shield to the Minor Achievement Realm, his muscles becoming as solid as iron lumps, making it impossible for three or five ordinary strong men to get close to him.

Mother Xu Fenglan focused on light footwork and a set of agile palm techniques, her movements nimble, and ordinary people couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes.

Since Little Bo was young, Fang Hao taught him some foundational martial arts and breathing techniques, and the little guy learned them quite well.

Watching Father and Mother sparring in the yard, their fists whistling with wind and their movements agile, with Little Bo mimicking them on the side, babbling as he gestured, Fang Hao felt incredibly satisfied.

Now it was good; even if local ruffians or blind petty thieves came knocking in the future, Father and Mother could fully handle them, and there was no need to worry about being bullied.

Just having martial arts wasn’t enough, so Fang Hao secretly sewed several life-saving Talismans into the inner garments of Father, Mother, and Little Bo.

There was the vajra talisman, which could block swords and blades; the divine movement talisman, which allowed for fast running; and the most precious minor teleportation talisman, which, in case of danger that they couldn’t handle, could instantly teleport them several miles away!

These were all third-grade Talismans he had drawn himself, and their power was not insignificant.

He also repeatedly urged Father and Mother that these Talismans were for saving lives and should not be shown to others easily.

As for money, there was no need to worry.

Fang Hao directly shoved a large chest filled with gold ingots, silver ingots, and jewelry to Father and Mother, claiming it was earned from "trading."

The elderly couple had never seen so much money in their lives; they were so scared they almost fainted, trembling as they hid it in the cellar, not daring to spend any of it.

Fang Hao was left between laughter and tears, having to explain that this was for their retirement and for Little Bo to marry a wife in the future, telling them to eat and drink as they pleased and not to skimp.

As for whether his little brother, Little Bo, had a Spiritual Root, Fang Hao didn’t rush to test it.

The child was still young, his Heart-Nature unstable; if it turned out he had a Spiritual Root, it was hard to say whether it would be a blessing or a curse.

He planned to wait until Little Bo was a few years older and more sensible before checking the situation.

Anyway, with the Medicinal Pills he left behind as a base, Little Bo’s physical Foundation would be a hundred times stronger than an ordinary person’s, and even if he couldn’t cultivate in the future, he would still be a good candidate for martial arts.

Days passed one by one. Fang Hao saw that everything at home was properly arranged: Father and Mother were healthy and spirited, his brother was lively and healthy, and the family finances were abundant. The lingering worry in his heart gradually faded away.

It was time to leave.

After all, he was a Cultivator; the outside world still had a path for him to walk, and staying holed up at home was not a long-term solution.

That evening, after the family finished dinner, they sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

Looking at the sparse stars in the sky, Fang Hao spoke, "Father, Mother, I... I plan to leave tomorrow."

The yard suddenly went quiet.

The cattail leaf fan in Mother Xu Fenglan’s hand stopped, her eyes instantly turned red, and she turned her face away to secretly wipe away tears.

Father Ning Shiyuan was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Sigh, I knew we couldn’t keep you. Is it... okay outside?"

"It’s fine, Father, don’t worry. I have great skills now and can take care of myself."

Fang Hao smiled, feigning ease, "I’m just going out to do some business, traveling a bit further, so it might be a few years before I can come back to see you. Take good care of yourselves at home, don’t be stingy with money, and don’t neglect Little Bo’s education."

Hearing that his big brother was leaving, Little Bo ran over, hugged Fang Hao’s leg, and asked with his little face tilted up, "Big Brother, when will you come back? Bring me a sugar figurine!"

Fang Hao felt a pang in his heart and patted his head, "Big Brother will return as soon as possible and bring you the biggest and sweetest sugar figurine!"

Early the next morning, before dawn, Fang Hao quietly got up.

Father, Mother, and his brother were still asleep.

He took one last look at this warm little courtyard, placed a few bottles of spare Medicinal Pills and a note with instructions on the main room’s table, then left silently. His figure flashed, disappearing into the morning mist outside the village.

Arriving at an uninhabited place outside the town, he summoned the silver light shuttle and climbed inside.

He set the direction—Central Plains, Heavenly Capital!

The silver light shuttle flashed with silver light, turned into a streak of light, shot up into the sky, and instantly disappeared above the clouds.

Fang Hao sat quietly inside the shuttle, his gaze fixed on the mountains and rivers below that were gradually becoming small.

They were like a magnificent scroll, rapidly unfolding and then closing before his eyes.

A deep sense of emotion surged in his heart: this journey back home had finally allowed him to set down a heavy burden in his heart.

Now, he could embark on a new journey without any worries, pursuing his own glory and dreams.

The Heavenly Capital in the Central Plains, as the core of the Mingling Empire, was the most prosperous and flourishing place in the entire Mingling Empire.

It gathered countless top experts and rare treasures, full of endless opportunities and possibilities.

And all of this stemmed from that sincere invitation sent by Mu Fenghua...

At this moment, a resolute light flickered in Fang Hao’s eyes, as if he had already seen his future glorious achievements.

He controlled the silver light shuttle, feeling the powerful force it transmitted.

With a whistle, the silver light shuttle, like an arrow released from a bow, tore through the sky and sped toward the direction of the Central Plains at lightning speed!