Eternal Life: I Can Control My Essence Qi-Chapter 71: Seeking Immortals to Save Mother

"The array formation at the perimeter has been triggered... I wonder which fellow cultivator has come to visit?"

Inside the hall, everyone exchanged glances. Zhao He put down his wine cup, stood up, and said:

"Hold on, everyone. I’ll go take a look."

After Zhao He left the grand hall, the group paused their banquet and instinctively began to guess and discuss:

"Might it be those friends from Kongqing River?"

"Perhaps it’s a new cultivator like Fellow Daoist Qingxu?"

"That’s possible, but it surely wouldn’t be the people from Wuyin Island..."

As everyone was discussing, Zhao He returned with a strange expression, and behind him floated the body of a young man.

That body was frozen stiff, his face pale and blue, a clear sign of cold invading the bones.

The coarse clothes on him were worn out in many places, the soles of his cloth shoes were worn through, and faint traces of blood could be seen on his palms, soles, and elbows.

Some of the bloodstains had even frozen into ice shards, sticking to the bloody wounds.

"Hmm?"

The expressions on everyone’s faces in the hall went blank, showing surprise.

"It’s actually a mortal."

Zhang Yao was also somewhat surprised, a bit of curiosity emerging within him.

"How did he get in?"

As cultivators, they were highly sensitive to the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi.

Everyone in the hall could easily tell that the cloth-clad young man following Zhao He was isolated from Spiritual Qi, with no trace of magical power on him.

Without any magical power, even a Martial Arts Grandmaster shouldn’t be able to break through the perimeter’s array formation.

"This person collapsed on the mountain path leading to the Spirit Vein Land, and I discovered him."

"I realized he was just a mortal, so I used the ’Object-Snatching Spell’ to bring him back first."

Zhao He said as he sat back down.

The unconscious young man’s body slowly fell and lay on the floor within the hall.

"Let me take a look..."

Fatty Chen’s face showed a hint of interest.

Since he was responsible for maintaining the array formation covering the Spirit Vein Land, his curiosity was strongest.

"Buzz!"

As magical power circulated, Fatty Chen’s eyes sparkled with crystal brilliance, a stream of light shot out, striking the unconscious young man’s body.

"So that’s how it is."

Fatty Chen quickly ceased his magic and showed a look of realization:

"This person’s Divine Soul is naturally strong, comparable to a cultivator at the Qi Refining First Layer, providing some resistance to the array formation."

"Furthermore, his condition was extremely poor; he likely nearly lost consciousness, accidentally avoiding the array formation’s confusion effect."

Upon hearing his explanation, everyone understood.

The array formation at the perimeter of the Spirit Vein Land mainly confuses the mind, creating effects similar to ’ghost walls,’ to repel beasts and mortals.

But if one’s mind is unanchored, wandering aimlessly by instinct, it could avoid a portion of the array formation’s confusion effects, given it was only the simplest beginner-level array, its effect wasn’t strong.

"In that case, it seems he’s rather lucky."

Zhao He stroked his chin, glanced a few times at the unconscious young man on the ground:

"With such a miserable state... I wonder if he was pursued or if there’s another hidden reason?"

"Wake him up and we’ll know."

Zhang Yao said and flicked his finger, a drop of Jade Dew shot out and fell into the mouth of the unconscious young man.

The Jade Dew seeped in along the unconscious young man’s lips, soon transformed into a warm stream circulating within his body, dispelling the cold and frost, restoring his Essence Qi.

"Hmm..."

Feng Lu groggily awoke, opened his eyes, and saw the unfamiliar dome of the hall.

He was momentarily dazed, then suddenly reacted, turning over to sit up, and saw seven extraordinary, transcendent men and women sitting in the hall.

"These are... Immortals?!"

Feng Lu shivered all over, a surge of immense joy and excitement flooded his heart. He suddenly knelt, bowing repeatedly:

"Feng Lu pays respects to the esteemed Immortal Elders!"

"The young man’s old mother is gravely ill, already near death, beseeching you Immortal Elders for mercy..."

Zhang Yao waved his sleeve, a gentle force lifted him up, and he said:

"Stand up and speak slowly."

"Yes, yes."

Feng Lu rose, bowed respectfully, and then recounted his experiences.

He was originally a scholar, living in Siping Town under Celestial Capital Mountain, poor at home, toiling and studying, relying solely on himself and his aged mother.

Months ago, his old mother fell seriously ill. He sold the family’s only two mu of barren land, sought medical help everywhere, only to learn that his mother was afflicted with a terminal illness, untreatable by medicine.

In despair, he recalled the tales of the Immortal Family he’d heard from childhood and risked his life to venture deep into Celestial Capital Mountain seeking the Immortals.

"Please, I beg you Immortal Elders to show great kindness..."

After finishing his tale, Feng Lu’s eyes turned red, tears flowed long, and he remained kneeling.

"Hmm, he truly is a devoted filial son."

Zhang Yao, Zhao He, and the others, after hearing his story, couldn’t help but feel slightly moved.

Just by witnessing Feng Lu’s miserable state, one could easily imagine how he, through sheer will, managed to climb to the depths of Celestial Capital Mountain against the bitter cold.

This kind of steadfast determination was truly admirable.

"Everyone."

After Zhang Yao subtly activated the Sound Insulation Skill, he spoke:

"This Feng Lu is merely a scholar, hasn’t even trained in Mortal Martial Dao, his vitality is weak, yet he climbed a thousand-foot perilous peak purely driven by a heart to save his mother."

"In my view, we might as well lend a helping hand, and create a beautiful story."

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu is right."

On the side, Jiang Rou was the first to speak, softly:

"Such a filial son, moving both heaven and earth, it would be remiss for us to ignore."

"Since he managed to pass through the array at the perimeter of Spirit Vein Land, and reached us, it must be fate. Let’s give him some Immortal Peaches to take back and heal his mother."

Zhao He, Old He, and the others discussed briefly, and all expressed their agreement.

No matter how severe a mortal’s illness is, under the nourishment of Celestial and Earthly Spiritual Qi, it would easily resolve.

After all, they were just a few Immortal Peaches, plentiful in the peach orchard of Celestial Capital Mountain Spirit Vein, nobody would mind.

"What a pity."

Fatty Chen shook his head, expressing a hint of regret, saying:

"If he had sought the Immortal Sect, with the advantage of his Divine Soul and steadfast temperament, he might surpass us in achievements."

"Unfortunately, he lacks Spirit Root, destined not to enter the Immortal Dao this lifetime."

Zhang Yao chuckled and said:

"His aspiration seems to be merely earning a name on the golden list, becoming a high official, to honor his family and secure a noble title for his mother."

"People have their own ambitions. Even if he possessed Spirit Root and had the chance to enter the Immortal Sect, he might not become one of our fellow cultivators..."