Han Ping: Hasn't the Chance to Return Home in Glory Arrived?

Upon hearing the words of the Great Sage Golden Wing, the people of Miaomiao Mountain looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a seven-inch-tall Bodhi tree emitting a faint Buddhist light.

"Master... Master, this is a sacred Bodhi tree."

Han Paopao stared at the tree in astonishment. He had been cultivating herbs on Miaomiao Mountain for over a decade and considered himself well-versed in various methods of cultivating spiritual plants.

But the Bodhi tree before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Good."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Didn't Master Jueming say earlier that all it takes is a Buddhist scripture to turn this Bodhi seed into a Bodhi tree? I tried it, and it seems that the old monk wasn't lying. However, it won't be an easy thing for it to grow into a divine tree."

After all, our Miaomiao Mountain only has sacred veins, not a single Divine Rank spiritual vein, let alone Divine Emperor. This is already the limit of what I can do."

"Master, please don't be modest. After seeing you plant trees, I feel like I've wasted the last ten years planting medicinal herbs."

Han Paopao said with a look of shame.

Chu Feng patted him on the shoulder. "You're still young, kid. One day, you'll be able to cultivate a divine tree like this too."

Han Paopao nodded slightly. "This disciple will try my best."

Chu Feng asked, "When do you plan to go home to visit your family?"

Han Paopao said, "I plan to go down the mountain today."

He had originally planned to leave seven days ago, but after listening to the Buddhist scriptures at his master's place, he lost track of time.

"Okay, then be careful on the road."

At this moment, Chu Feng transformed into a kind old father and gave him his instructions.

Han Paopao: "This disciple will be careful."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the master and disciple Han Paopao and descended the mountain.

The Great Sage Golden Wing said, "Brother, after listening to your seven days of lectures, I feel that I have taken a few more steps forward in understanding the True Essence of the Great Dao. I plan to go into seclusion for a while."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Go ahead."

"Okay."

After the Great Sage Golden Wing departed, all his disciples and grand-disciples also took their leave, intending to use this opportunity to gain enlightenment and cultivate in seclusion for a period of time.

Bing Yan took Bing Qin to cultivate, while Chu Feng looked at the small tree in front of him and planned to water it.

There are two sides to this story.

After Han Paopao took Mandala down the mountain, he boarded a teleportation array in Dao-Seeking City and left.

Three days later, the two arrived at the Xu Kingdom, a secular kingdom in the eastern part of the Profound Heaven Continent.

Compared to the cultivation kingdoms, over 90% of the people in the Xu Kingdom are ordinary mortals.

Han Ping was born in a small county under the jurisdiction of Haozhou Prefecture in Xu State. He dreamed of cultivating immortality from a young age. When he was twelve years old, a passing immortal discovered that he had spiritual roots and thus began his cultivation journey.

However, he was mostly Rogue Cultivator, and only after entering the Dao-Seeking Academy did he achieve his current status.

Outside Haozhou city, Han Ping looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar city before him and murmured, "Decades have passed since we last met. I wonder how my Han family's descendants are doing now?"

Hearing Han Ping's words, Mandala smiled and said, "Since you miss your family, young master, let's hurry back. We might even see some familiar peers."

"Um."

Han Ping nodded, and subconsciously quickened his pace.

Although the lifespan of ordinary people is no more than a hundred years, Han Ping is not yet a hundred years old. In the past, he had sent money and some longevity-promoting medicines to his family. Even if he could not see his parents, his brothers and sisters still had the opportunity to see them.

"Entrance fee: ten coins per person."

The soldiers guarding the city menacingly blocked their path.

Han Ping naturally wouldn't stoop to the level of such a petty person. He casually tossed out a silver ingot. "Keep the change."

The soldier looked at the silver ingot in his hand and quickly said, "Sir, please come in."

Neither Han Ping Mandala spoke, and they walked straight into the city.

Upon seeing this, the other soldiers at the city gate quickly gathered together and began to plot in hushed tones.

"Two easy targets have arrived. Should we keep an eye on them?" one of the soldiers said.

Snap!

He had barely finished speaking when the city's garrison officer slapped him across the face and said coldly, "You little brat, do you want us all to be buried with you?"

The garrison commander glanced at the departing figures of Han Ping men, then continued, "You didn't see the way that man looked at us? It was like he was looking at ants. The fact that he had no guards means he's a highly skilled martial artist, or even one of those legendary cultivators."

hiss...

Upon hearing this, the surrounding soldiers gasped in shock.

Every word of their conversation reached Han Ping and his companion's ears.

Mandala said, "The Xu Kingdom is corrupt and its officials are corrupt. It is probably not far from its demise. Moreover, I can smell demons in the air."

Han Ping nodded slightly. "I was thinking about how to stage a triumphant return home, and now the opportunity has come. I can also take a look at the younger generation of my Han family to see if they have the spiritual roots for cultivating immortality, even if they cannot enter the Dao-Seeking Academy."

"As long as I give them some cultivation techniques and resources, it's possible for them to establish a small cultivation family within the Xu Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Mandala's eyes lit up, and she smiled, saying, "Young master, are you planning to turn the Xu Kingdom into the State of Han?"

Han Ping shook his head. "There's no need for that. I once read a sentence in a book: 'A dynasty lasts a thousand years, a family lasts ten thousand years. Rather than letting the next generation rule a country, it's better to let them establish an immortal family.'"

As the two were talking, Han Ping took out a Blood Kin Talisman from his storage ring. He dripped his blood onto the talisman, and soon it transformed into a paper crane that flew into the air to guide the two.

The two walked slowly, taking in the desolation of the outer city and the prosperity of the inner city.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a wide street.

The houses on both sides of the street are all large courtyards with red walls, and the people who live here are all rich and noble.

Soon, the commotion nearby caught their attention.

A group of people were gathered outside a mansion, pointing and gesturing at a young man dressed as a Daoist priest.

The young man had delicate features, and his eyebrows bore a slight resemblance to Han Ping's.

Before Han Ping even got close, the young Daoist priest spoke up, "Butler Zhu, this is clearly my Han residence, how did it become your Zhu residence?"

These words immediately provoked the dissatisfaction of the servants in the Zhu household.

"Boy, how dare you speak to Landowner Zhu in such a tone? This is clearly the Zhu residence; the Han residence ceased to exist three years ago."

"Well..."

Landowner Zhu quickly interrupted his servant, saying with a forced smile, "You mustn't be rude to this young Daoist priest."

Hearing their conversation, Han Ping stopped in his tracks, intending to see what was going on.

Upon hearing this, the young Daoist priest hurriedly asked, "Butler Zhu, tell me what happened? Why is it that my Han family has ceased to exist after only seven years away from home? Where are my father, mother, elder sister, and younger sister?"