A Long Journey

The Jade Flute Recluse, once renowned throughout the Central Region, vanished just like that.

This scene sent a chill through the hearts of those sects that had secretly harbored ambitions of challenging the Medicine King Sect's position. They promptly put away all those chaotic thoughts and continued to grovel at the Medicine King Sect's feet.

Amidst such turbulent winds and swirling clouds, a tiny Foundation Establishment family like the Li Family relocating onto a new spirit vein was utterly insignificant.

Although... the small family that had originally sold the spirit vein nearly hanged themselves en masse over it, deposed the clan head who had brokered the deal, and almost branded him a traitor... none of that mattered.

What mattered was that after the relocation, Fang Lang spent another twenty years managing the Li Family until it flourished greatly. Several Foundation Establishment cultivators emerged from the family, and one of them even had hopes of forming a core...

Aaron finally nodded, acknowledging Fang Lang's experience.

Afterward, Fang Lang found an opportunity to die from cultivation deviation while practicing, and his true body returned to the Medicine King Sect.

Ten years later.

On one of the Medicine King Sect's mountain peaks, spiritual energy gathered like a tide, giving rise to the celestial phenomenon of Nascent Soul formation!

The Core Formation cultivators who knew the inside story could only sigh that nothing compared to having a good ancestor, then continued painstakingly accumulating contribution points.

Inside the secluded cultivation chamber.

A plump, pale Nascent Soul, like a newborn infant, curiously looked around from atop Fang Lang's head.

At last, it put on a solemn little face, formed a hand seal, and returned to Fang Lang's Violet Palace.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and laughed aloud. "Nascent Soul! Nascent Soul!!"

After attaining the Nascent