Life Revival!

When he said this, the Old Ancestor's expression turned exceptionally grave, and his gaze sharpened by several degrees.

It was as if he were giving final instructions.

"After I'm gone, you know your father's temperament—he's adequate at holding the line, but lacks drive and is prone to rashness. The burden of the family will largely fall on your shoulders."

"You're young, but ever since you awakened that inheritance, you've been steady and methodical in your actions, far surpassing your father."

"Remember this: if I truly meet with misfortune, the Wang Family will surely strike."

"When that time comes, don't fight head-on. Take the core seeds of the clan, especially those two newborn children, and flee directly through the teleportation formation to the Central Continent. Even if you have to become rogue cultivators, it's better than staying here and being wiped out..."

The Old Ancestor rambled on, his voice low and mournful.

This was an old man on the verge of departure, making his final arrangements and expressing his lingering concerns for the family.

He had already rehearsed the escape route after the family's destruction countless times in his mind.

Zhang Chen listened quietly, but his heart ached.

This old man had worn himself out and bled dry for the Zhang Family.

Even in his final moments of life.

His thoughts weren't on how to save himself, but on how to let the younger generation survive.

"Old Ancestor."

Zhang Chen suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhang Tianzheng's instructions that sounded like a last testament.

Zhang Tianzheng was stunned: "What? Do you think your Great-Grandfather is being too long-winded?"

"No."

Zhang Chen shook his head, lifted his gaze, and looked at the Old Ancestor with burning eyes: "Grandson means to say, those escape routes you've arranged probably won't be needed."

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Tianzheng furrowed his brow, thinking the young man didn't know his place: "Do you think the fall of a Nascent Soul Cultivator is a trivial matter? Do you know what cultivation level Wang Lie of the Wang Family has reached? He..."

"Old Ancestor, please don't scold me just yet."

Zhang Chen smiled and reached into his bosom: "Take a look at this first, then you can scold me."

As he spoke, he pulled out the ancient wooden box he had prepared long ago.

He gently placed it on the stone table between them.

The box wasn't large, carved with simple cloud patterns, and looked utterly ordinary.

But the moment the box was taken out, an extremely refined yet overwhelmingly dominant fragrance drifted out through the gaps where the box wasn't fully sealed.

The scent was strange.

It didn't resemble the fragrance of any flower or grass; rather, it was as if an entire spring had been concentrated into one spot.

Just inhaling a trace of it, Zhang Tianzheng felt his heavy, leaden body lighten slightly.

The drowsy, muddled feeling in his mind instantly dissipated.

"Hmm?!"

Zhang Tianzheng's originally cloudy old eyes snapped wide open, and his whole body jerked as if pricked by a needle.

He shot up from the Prayer Mat.

As an Old Monster who had lived for centuries as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he had seen countless heavenly treasures and rare ingredients in his lifetime, and naturally had the eye for them.

This level of Pill fragrance was no ordinary product!

It was even several grades higher than the Creation Pill he had taken when forming his Nascent Soul!

"This is..."

The Old Ancestor's voice trembled slightly as he stared fixedly at the wooden box, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Zhang Chen didn't drag it out. He reached out and slowly lifted the lid of the box.

Hum—

There was no earth-shattering phenomenon, no pillar of light shooting into the sky.

Only a soft, gentle cyan glow.

Rippled through the Cave Mansion like water waves.

On the velvet cloth at the center of the wooden box lay a pill the size of a dragon's eye.

The pill was entirely emerald green, with nine naturally formed cloud patterns on its surface, as if containing some profound principle of heaven and earth.

Around this pill, the vitality in the air was thick to the extreme.

"This is... a Longevity Pill?!"

Zhang Tianzheng exclaimed in shock, his entire body frozen stiff.

He didn't recognize the specific grade of the pill, but he recognized this aura.

It was pure life force!

It is a supreme treasure capable of defying fate and snatching time from the hands of King Yan himself!

In the Cultivation World, pills that enhance cultivation are precious, but not impossible to obtain.

Only these lifespan-extending pills are truly rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; every appearance stirs a storm of bloodshed, and even Spirit Transmutation Great Powers will fight tooth and nail over them.

After all, if cultivation is lost, it can be rebuilt, but if life is lost, nothing remains.

"Indeed."

Zhang Chen's expression was calm: "To be precise, it is a Third-tier top-grade Longevity Pill."

"Th-Third-tier top-grade?!"

Zhang Tianzheng felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

An ordinary Longevity Pill that extends life by ten or twenty years is already priceless. A Third-tier top-grade? How many years would that extend?

"This pill can extend life by two hundred years."

Zhang Chen casually dropped a bombshell: "Moreover, its medicinal properties are gentle, ignoring cultivation realms. It will still be effective even for your current condition, Old Ancestor."

"T-Two hundred years..."

Zhang Tianzheng completely lost his composure.

He stretched out a trembling hand, wanting to touch that pill, yet afraid of damaging it. His cautious demeanor held not a trace of his usual authority.

Two hundred years!

For a Mortal, that is several lifetimes.

For someone like him, who already had one foot in the coffin...