Old Friends Pass Away

Hearing this, the Old Clan Leader nodded, acknowledging that this was the plan he had already considered.

After all, if his strength can be enhanced, his role in attacking the Azure Sun Sect in the future will be greatly increased.

However, after thinking for a moment, the Old Clan Leader still said, "If we can buy them, we can buy them. If we have any extra money when we go to the Exchange Fair, we should first purchase Cloud-Pattern Creation Pill and Five Elements Crystal."

"From my province."

Chen Nianzhi picked up his teacup, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "After I came out of seclusion, Xian Yan told me that Uncle Changlu had passed away not long ago."

"Um"

Chen Changxuan's fingers trembled slightly, and a hint of melancholy crossed his face.

Chen Changlu is the youngest elder of the Chang Generation generation. When Chen Nianzhi first came down from Qingyuan Mountain, Chen Changlu was already over seventy years old.

Even if Chen Changlu had consumed three Tier 2 Spirit Apricot over nearly seventy years, his lifespan would still have eventually run out.

After his death, only the Old Clan Leader remained among the Chang Generation of cultivators in the Lineage.

The Old Clan Leader lived for over 180 years, watching his peers and even his younger generations die one by one, until he was left all alone in the end. This was an indescribable sense of helplessness and desolation.

"Well--"

Chen Changxuan sighed, somewhat regretfully saying, "If he could have held on for a few more years, until the Spirit Apricot Tree advanced to the third-grade lower level, then each Spirit Apricot would add thirty years to his lifespan, and perhaps he could have stayed with me for another twenty years."

The Old Clan Leader was devoted to the pursuit of Tao. He never married or took concubines in his life, and his blood relatives, his parents, had passed away a hundred years ago. He always regarded Chen Nianzhi as his own son, and Chen Changlu, his young cousin, was also like a younger brother to him.

Now that Chen Changlu is dead, the Old Clan Leader can only sigh helplessly, unable to express his feelings.

He looked at Chen Nianzhi and said with some regret, "I heard that your Uncle Qingyuan has been bedridden for some time now, and I'm afraid he won't last much longer."

Before you go to the Exchange Fair, go see him one last time.

"..."

After leaving Peaceful Sun City, Chen Nianzhi flew to Qingyuan Mountain on his sword.

On the cliff edge of the back mountain of Qingyuan Mountain, a secluded courtyard sits quietly.

A gnarled old tree grows in front of the cliff, and a reclining chair lies beneath it, upon which lies a figure with white hair and beard.

Chen Nianzhi landed not far away, looking at the figure with a calm expression.

"You've come."

Chen Qingyuan said weakly, his old face covered with wrinkles, no longer showing the vigor of his youth.

He watched the Yun Shu before the cliff, a sense of peace and relief in his eyes.

"I knew it, you should come to see me off on my final journey."

Chen Nianzhi didn't reply, but stepped forward, touched his veins, and shook her head helplessly.

This uncle's life Essence Blood has been completely depleted, and he is now only kept alive by a single breath of True Qi. Once this True Qi is exhausted, he will surely face the end of his life.

He frowned and couldn't help but ask, "I remember giving you a few Spirit Apricot. If you had consumed them all, you should have had another ten years or so to live."

"It's unnecessary."

Chen Qingyuan shook her head and looked up at the sea of Yun Shu in front of the cliff.

Then he glanced at Chen Nianzhi again and felt that the person in front of him was tall and slender, with black hair and a face like jade, more like an eighteen-year-old young man.

It simply stood there quietly, yet it didn't seem like a person from the mortal world, but rather like an immortal who had been banished to the mortal realm.

"Let the world Canghai, let time flow through the mortal realm."

"I am dressed in white, as white as snow, while you are young; through the ages, my clothes will remain untouched."

Chen Qingyuan murmured to herself, her voice carrying a hint of regret, but also a sense of helpless resignation.

Chen Nianzhi felt somewhat depressed, but she suppressed her distress and spoke calmly.

"Do you have any last words that you want me to do?"

"Last words..."

The uncle smiled, raised his eyes to look at the distant sky, and felt that his eyesight was getting worse. He even thought that the clouds in the sky looked a bit like himself when he was young.

He waved his hand, much like Chen Qingmeng before his attempt to break through to the Foundation Establishment.

"Qing Meng is willing to risk his life, Qingxu is willing to give the Spirit Apricot to Nianzhen, Qinghe would rather die than use the Foundation-Building Pill."

"Over the years, I have gradually come to understand that although I have lived several decades longer than my cousins Qing Meng, Qingxu, and Qinghe, my life has been far less exciting than theirs."

"If there is an afterlife, I will surely forge ahead bravely. Even if I die during the process of breaking through to the Foundation Establishment, it would be better than waiting to die for decades..."

Chen Qingyuan ultimately left, unwilling to consume the Spirit Apricot, and dissipated her last bit of True Qi on her own.

After his death, there were only a handful of cultivators of the Qing Generation left, and only two or three people in the Lineage were worthy of Chen Nianzhi's respectful treatment.

The funeral was personally arranged by Chen Qinghao, and most of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the clan also took the time to return.

Chen Nianzhi stayed at Qingyuan Mountain for three days, a rare occurrence, before leaving only after Chen Qingyuan was buried in the Qingyuan Mountain mountain.

After leaving Qingyuan Mountain, he did not return to Spirit Isle Lake, but flew directly to Cang Province on his sword.

This Chu Kingdom's Purple Palace Barter Assembly is being held in Cang Province, which is the most important of the nine provinces of the Chu Kingdom Cang Province also the territory of the Firmament Sword Sect.

Chen Nianzhi piloted the Purple-Blood Boat forward, flying for over 400,000 li before finally arriving at Firmament Market Marketplace in the Chu Kingdom.

As soon as he landed outside Firmament Market, he heard a familiar voice. "Brother Nianzhi, I knew you were coming here."

The speaker was Wei Xuyuan, the clan patriarch of the Wei Clan clan, who walked up to Chen Nianzhi with a joyful expression.

Chen Nianzhi smiled slightly and stepped forward, asking, "Brother Wei, what brings you here to purchase?"

"Sigh." Wei Xuyuan shook his head and said helplessly, "In the past few years, in order to break through to the Purple Mansion, the Lineage incurred a lot of debt."

"This time I'm planning to sell two treasures to see if I can get some Spirit Stone to pay off my debts."

Chen Nianzhi nodded upon hearing this. After the Wei Clan advanced to the Purple Mansion Immortal Clan, they were already able to receive some resources from Yang Province.

However, the Wei family still owes a huge debt, and their Spirit Vein is currently only Tier 2 upper-level vein. It would probably take decades or even centuries of frugal living to upgrade it to the third grade.

In fact, this is the norm for most newly promoted Purple Mansion Immortal Clan; the Chen Clan's phenomenon is an extremely rare and difficult-to-replicate case.

After all, neither of the two Purple Mansion Ancestors of the Chen Immortal Clan used Lineage resources to advance to the Purple Mansion, and of the four Third-Order Spirit Vein, only the Darksteel Mountain required Spirit Stone to advance.

Just as he was thinking this, a thought flashed through Chen Nianzhi's mind, and he suddenly remembered that there was a third-order Subterranean Fire Vein in Yang Province.

Thinking of this, he smiled and asked, "What treasure have you come here to sell?"

"What other treasure could it be? Just two portions of Li-Fire Spiritual Liquid."

Wei Xuyuan shook his head. The Wei Immortal Clan was relatively weak, and they received less of the resources in Yang Province.