Chapter 189: Missing the Ideal Son-in-law
The efficiency of the Yuqing Immortal Sect was swift.
The day after Chen Beiwu confird his Immortal Exam aspirations, a cultivator arrived at his ho, delivering the jade slip of the cultivation thod All Laws Converge, Heaven Book of the Divine Tree.
Receiving the jade slip, Chen Beiwu imdiately activated the Gate of Ten Directions and teleported to the Moon-in-Water Dwelling in the Southern Wastes.
Under Gold Egg’s curious gaze, he pressed the jade slip of the Heaven Book · Foundation Establishnt Chapter against his forehead, channeling his divine sense to comprehend it.
“Buzz!”
As the jade slip transford into a streak of azure light and rged into his sea of consciousness, the world before Chen Beiwu’s eyes abruptly shifted.
The Heaven-Piercing Tree connected all rivers, the Returning Ruins nurtured the Dao Foundation.
The profound and enigmatic essence of the thod manifested as a colossal Heaven-Piercing Divine Tree, towering above an endless sea, radiating an indescribable Dao rhythm.
After a long while, Chen Beiwu opened his eyes, a trace of admiration flashing within them.
The Foundation Establishnt Chapter of the Heaven Book was unfathomably exquisite. It described how to draw upon the water essence of myriad rivers to nourish the Spirit of Green Wood, then use the Spirit of Green Wood to stabilize the foundation of the myriad rivers.
These two complented each other, capable of nurturing twin spiritual whirlpools, gradually expanding and solidifying the initial Dao Foundation ford by a Foundation Establishnt cultivator until the Dao Foundation reached perfection.
For geniuses with flawless foundations, cultivating the Foundation Establishnt Chapter of the Heaven Book could even allow them to condense River-Origin Mana, advancing their Water-Wood Dharma Body further, and forging the unfathomable Hundred Rivers Green Wood Body.
“Gulu?”
Gold Egg gazed at Chen Beiwu.
‘I have not yet advanced to Foundation Establishnt, so I cannot cultivate the Foundation Establishnt Chapter for now.’
Chen Beiwu shook his head slightly, a smile surfacing on his face: “Besides, compared to cultivating, what matters most right now is going ho to celebrate.”
As the saying went: To return wealthy yet not visit ho was like wearing brocade clothes at night!
…
Two days later, Pingchen Township Train Station.
The scorching July sun blazed down. On the station square, a red banner stood out prominently, attracting the attention of many cultivators.
“Fifteen years weaving brilliance through ti, ninety-thousand miles upon the cloud road to great prospects!”
“Warm congratulations to our county’s student Chen Beiwu for being nad on the Golden Roll and admitted into Yuqing Immortal Sect!”
Seeing the words on the banner, passing cultivators froze slightly, their faces filled with disbelief.
“Damn, who is Chen Beiwu? When did Pingchen Township produce such an incredible figure!” soone exclaid.
“Old Gui, have you been moving bricks until your brain’s gone dull? In Pingchen Township, there’s only one student nad Chen Beiwu.” An aunt rolled her eyes at the burly man.
The man’s eyes widened round in shock: “Ah, you an the son of Chen Dong from Xiangwei Street? He, a cultivator only at the Sixth Level of Qi Refining, could raise a son who entered Yuqing Immortal Sect? Impossible!”
“What’s impossible about it.” The aunt said proudly: “Do you know, the year Chen Beiwu was born, the old cypress beside the village ancestral hall suddenly blood? From that mont, I knew this child was destined for greatness!”
“Unlike you—dull and slow, without a shred of foresight.” Finishing her words, the aunt squeezed into the crowd, warmly greeting Huang Xiaoling:
“Hey, Xiaoling, does your child need a concubine by his side?”
“My daughter is eighteen years old, fair and delicate, skilled in pouring tea, washing clothes, cooking als—she can do everything…”
Huang Xiaoling looked up at the stout aunt, her face showing helplessness.
Poor in the marketplace, no one asks; rich in the deep mountains, distant relatives appear.
This was hardly the first ti she encountered such things.
Ever since the news spread that her child had been admitted into Yuqing Immortal Sect, neighbors from ten villages around, as well as relatives with barely any ties, had nearly trampled her threshold flat.
Knowing that becoming a Dao Companion was unlikely, most who ca sought to marry off their daughters as concubines—so even willing to forgo formal titles, offering dowries for free—just so their descendants might inherit a fraction of Chen Beiwu’s talent.
“No, Aunt Lin.” Huang Xiaoling shook her head, firmly refusing.
She was no fool. After her son entered Yuqing Immortal Sect, his reputation spread not only in Fallen Dragon Manor but across Kaiyuan Prefecture as well.
In the future, achieving Golden Core, even advancing to Nascent Soul True Monarch, was not out of reach. How could she allow unfamiliar neighbors to burden her son?
‘Beiwu’s talent and aptitude are excellent. If he could wed the daughter of a Golden Core True Person or even a Nascent Soul True Monarch, his cultivation path would be much smoother.’ Huang Xiaoling’s gaze shifted toward the two figures standing at the forefront of the crowd.
In the past, she dared not dream of becoming in-laws with a Golden Core True Person, for the Chen Clan was unworthy, and such ambitions could bring disaster.
But now things were different. By virtue of her son, she stood elevated.
Those great figures she once could not even imagine now had to lower themselves when they saw her, chatting with laughter.
Sensing the timing was right, Huang Xiaoling pulled her husband Chen Dong forward. Under the gazes of many Foundation Establishnt cultivators, they walked to the front of the crowd.
At the sa mont, the train arrived. As Chen Beiwu stepped off, he imdiately saw the eye-catching banner in the station passageway and dozens of reporters with their filming equipnt.
Yet what drew his attention most was the middle-aged man standing at the very front of the crowd.
His complexion was like jade, his features refined, his eyes deep, his brows exuding an otherworldly aura. Above his head, the light of fate shimred in a resplendent crimson fortune too grand for words.
Only, this crimson fortune had yet to grow strong enough to manifest the majestic sight of a crimson dragon circling in protection.
‘The Lord of Fallen Dragon Manor, Nascent Soul True Monarch Yi Zhen!’ Chen Beiwu’s pupils contracted as he instantly recognized the man.
Standing behind the Manor Lord was the County Magistrate of Yuan-Kong County, Golden Core True Person Xu Tianguang—the father of Xu Lingling.
Compared to the Manor Lord, True Person Xu’s aura of fate was dimr, gleaming in a reddish-gold hue.
As for Chen Beiwu’s parents, they stood at Xu True Person’s left, ahead of the Foundation Establishnt cultivators of Yuan-Kong County.
“Student Chen, passing the Immortal Alliance Entrance Exam and being admitted into Yuqing Immortal Sect is an event not seen in Fallen Dragon Manor for fifty years…”
After the formulaic words of praise, Manor Lord Yi Zhen produced a spirit yuan check worth fifty thousand and handed it to Chen Beiwu.
In Yuan-Kong County, students admitted into the Seven-Nine Upper Sects were rewarded one thousand lower-grade spirit stones from the Immortal Alliance’s Temple of Accord. Those who entered the Thirteen Immortal Sects were awarded ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones.
Yi Zhen, as Lord of Fallen Dragon Manor, could hardly be stingy when a prodigy entering Yuqing Immortal Sect had finally erged from his territory.
To shape his image as benevolent and approachable, he personally ca to the train station to welco Chen Beiwu, and publicly, on behalf of the Immortal Alliance’s Temple of Accord, granted him fifty thousand spirit stones.
“Click!”
“Click!”
“Click!”
As Chen Beiwu received the check with both hands, the surrounding reporters pressed their cara shutters, capturing the mont.
‘Lingling’s judgnt was indeed keener than mine.’ True Person Xu sighed inwardly.
Now that Chen Beiwu had entered Yuqing Immortal Sect, his future held at least the certainty of becoming a Golden Core True Person, and perhaps even a Nascent Soul True Monarch—his prospects boundless.
If Chen Beiwu could maintain his montum, standing out among the geniuses of the sect, and winning the attention of the high elders of Yuqing Immortal Sect, then achieving the level of a Divine Transformation True Sovereign was not beyond imagination.
Unfortunately, Xu Tianguang had acted too late!
Such pure-blooded, untainted cultivation geniuses were always the pri targets of Nascent Soul clans, who would even spare no hesitation in marrying their noble daughters into them.
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