Immortal Taoist Lord: My Cultivation Have No Limits

Chapter 391: 136 Top Quality Spiritual Root, Special Physique (10K Request for Monthly Tickets) _5
Three more Ice Scale Fish broke through their bloodline limits, and this was already a rare delight.

Two months later.

The Ice Scale Fish King woke up and shot out of the pond to bring good news to Su Yu and Yu Ke’er.

It then toured all over Qingyue Peak and eventually returned to the pond.

Qingyue Peak returned to its calm silence, with everyone, including Su Yu, returning to peaceful cultivation.

Two years later.

Dan Mountain.

Su Zhi, as well as several young members from the Yunjian Sect, returned here. Su Bin, Su Jingbang, Su Rui’an, and other members of the Su Family’s direct line were already back.

All the members of the Su Family wore mourning clothes, their faces filled with grief. Yet some children’s faces still carried a confused expression. Under the guidance of the adults, they headed to the cemetery to pay their respects to the former Su Peng, the family head.

A few years ago, Su Peng forcefully broke through the Foundation Establishment Realm level one with the help of the Ming Shen Pill. But the Ming Shen Pill had severe side effects, consuming all of a cultivator’s potential, making further breakthroughs impossible.

And after extending his life with the Lifespan Extension Pill when he broke through the Foundation Establishment, Su Peng lived for nearly two hundred years until he eventually exhausted his lifespan and departed.

At the funeral ceremony.

Su Bin, Su Jingbang, Su He, and other elders of the Su Family were now old, their faces full of wrinkles, their heads full of white hair. Su Bin was nearly 220 years old, drawing close to the end of his lifespan.

Like Su Bin, Su Jingbang and Su He, whose cultivation was inferior to Su Bin’s, were nearing their lifespan as well.

They poured a few cups of Spiritual Wine for Su Peng, gazed at Su Peng’s tombstone along with other tombstones belonging to Su Yun and Su Ruosu, and sighed softly.

Su Bin patted Su Peng’s tombstone and said calmly, “Your mission is over, and you can rest well now. I’m a little envious, to be honest. I’ll wait a little longer. I won’t have much longer to go, and then we, and several other brothers, will be able to reunite in the underworld.”

Su Zhi led the junior generation to say their final goodbyes to her father, the old clan head.

Not long after…

A few cries of astonishment suddenly came from the crowd behind them.

“The Third Ancestor, the Third Ancestor is back!”

Su Zhi, Su Bin, Su Rui’an, and others turned to look, startled.

The Dao-Body Puppet in the appearance of Su Yu appeared at the cemetery.

After paying respects to the old clan head Su Peng, everyone returned to the clan’s land.

The courtyard in front of the palace.

Su Yu and Su Zhi sat facing each other. Su Yu brewed Spiritual Tea with Spiritual Liquid, pouring for himself and Su Zhi.

Su Zhi looked at him and chuckled, “I didn’t expect you to show up now.”

Su Yu replied, “The family head has passed away. Of course, I have to come back to see him off.”

Su Zhi nodded gently, took a sip from the teacup, and asked, “Where are Qianqing and Xiao Qi?”

Su Yu shook his head at the mention of them. “I do not know the answer to that. You should ask the mysterious person.”

Su Zhi glared at him and grumbled, “And you can still manage to laugh. I was worried about you two for nothing.”

After a long chat, Su Yu didn’t deny the matter about Yu Qianqing and Su Qi. With this, the stone in Su Zhi’s heart finally landed.

Seven days later, Su Zhi left to return to the Yunjian Sect. She turned back to look at Dan Mountain, feeling a sense of emptiness. With her father’s departure, her heart seemed to be missing a piece, and her attachment to Dan Mountain had also diminished a bit.

The river of time flowed on, and a new generation in the Su Family replaced the old one.

Now, there were more and more younger generations that she did not know.

More and more of her elders and peers reached the end of their lifespans, turning into a handful of dust.

In a few decades, perhaps her only connection to the Su Family would be her bloodline.

After a long silence, Su Zhi took several of the younger generation back to the Yunjian Sect.

Meanwhile, Su Yu stayed in Dan Mountain for a few more days, chatting with Su Bin, Su Rui’an, and other elders. He also met the higher-ups of the new generation of the Su Family.

After staying in Dan Mountain for half a month, Su Yu silently left.

Looking back at Dan Mountain one last time, he waved his hand and summoned a flying shuttle, heading towards the Land Master’s Ma Family.

With the old clan head Su Peng’s departure, there was one less person from his family that he needed to worry about.

On the journey to the Land Master’s Ma Family, Su Yu thought to himself, “I suppose when Fifth Grandpa’s lifespan reaches its limit, maybe it’s time for me to pursue a higher level of the immortal dao.”

He pondered in silence.

At that time, he could truly stay in the secret realm of the Falling Moon Alliance to cultivate, couldn’t he?

Until his cultivation reaches the Core Formation Realm’s ninth level, or until he felt confident, he could stay out of the world.

And if he wanted to make an attempt, he could let his Dao-body Puppet forge the path ahead. Looking towards the center of Daqian’s Cultivation World, he thought about the map he received from Taoist Xiuyu. The distance to the center of Daqian’s Cultivation World was not short from their location.

To get there, he would have to plan carefully.

Of course, the safest way was naturally to wait until his cultivation reached the Nascent Soul Realm before leaving.

But this premise was that he could find the continued Cultivation Technique of the Green Wood Year Ring Skill or the Nascent Soul Cultivation Technique that could substitute for the wood spiritual root.

Whoosh!

The flying shuttle swept across the sky. Common Core Formation cultivators could only sense a gust pass by, and Foundation Establishment cultivators or Qi Refinement cultivators could not even detect the flying shuttle’s trace.

Over ten days later.

Northwest of the Dàyue Prefecture, the flying shuttle stopped outside the mist-shrouded mountains.

The Dao-Body Puppet emerged from the shuttle, taking it back into his own body to nourish in the Dantian. His gaze fell on the mist-wrapped mountain range before him, showing a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The mountain range seemed to be covered by some sort of formation, but its aura was a little strange and different from ordinary formations.