Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 192 - 138: Passing Away and the True Immortal Technique
"I should’ve been gone a year ago, but Chang’sheng dragged me back by sheer force." He looked at Lu Chang’sheng, still wearing that deep, unabashed pride on his face.
"My Lu Family raised a good son. Because of you, our whole family’s fate changed completely. As your father, sometimes I feel like I’m actually quite useless."
"That’s not true! If it weren’t for you, your son might’ve starved to death years ago."
Lu Chang’sheng crouched down, holding his old father’s hand, speaking earnestly.
A trace of a smile appeared on Mr. Lu’s face.
Lu Chang’sheng’s tactfulness eased much of his lingering guilt at once.
He always felt he hadn’t really done anything, that Lu Chang’sheng growing into who he was now—after decades, looking back, it was still unfathomable.
"Chang’sheng, tell me what you’ve been through. Your father wants to hear it!"
Mr. Lu suddenly said in a low voice.
A sigh welled up in Lu Chang’sheng’s heart; he immediately began recounting vivid memories, moments burned into him—his toughest years, and the most rewarding.
He spoke as they walked.
Mr. Lu wore a gentle, kindly smile; whenever he heard of Lu Chang’sheng facing hardship, he’d frown, his heart aching.
He could only blame himself for being so useless, never able to give his child a better starting point.
As they talked, Lu Chang’sheng suddenly stopped, gripping his father’s hand nervously.
A drop of blood, like plum blossom, trickled from Mr. Lu’s nose, and then, as if a floodgate opened, blood started pouring faster and faster.
This was the aftereffect of the unorthodox medical technique Lu Chang’sheng had used to stimulate his father’s weary body.
He’d set off the return of the light, prematurely.
And so the illness erupted in an avalanche—
No saving him!
"You’re steady and cautious by nature, so I know you’d suspect someone secretly swapped the medicine at my neck. But don’t overthink it. That thing—I switched it myself. It’s in a jade vial, tucked under my pillow."
"You’ve never said so, but I can guess it must be precious. A man my age, it’d be a shame to waste it."
"Ever since you pulled me back last time, I’ve worn a look of worry. I never could figure out why, until last month—it all just clicked. You’re worried about the people by your side, aren’t you?"
"Good medicine is hard to come by. There are so many people—how can you take care of everyone?"
Mr. Lu gently patted Lu Chang’sheng on the back of his hand. "Don’t worry so much. You’ve given all of us so much already. For us, watching you take each step forward is the greatest joy and pride. The rest—let it be."
"Father... I haven’t helped you much, and I just hated dragging you down!"
"Father!"
Facing this man, Lu Chang’sheng shed tears for the first time in his life.
"And Nangua—she’s a wonderful wife. Even as an immortal, she never abandoned you. Don’t you dare lose her, or I won’t rest easy, even in the afterlife!"
"Alright! Your son knows!"
The old, trembling hand slapped twice—then fell still, forever.
Lu Chang’sheng stared at his father’s peaceful face, sorrow filling his heart.
Beside him, Mrs. Lu wiped away her tears again and again.
Mr. Lu’s death came as a shock to many; within half an hour, important figures living around the Lu Mansion came to pay their respects.
For suffering draws people in.
At moments like these, the bereaved are at their weakest—so easy to breach their defenses.
Mr. Lu never liked crowds, so the funeral was as simple as possible. But with so many mourners, the Lu Mansion couldn’t turn them all away.
So that day, the scale was still grand.
The mountain needn’t be high—an immortal makes it famous.
To so many, Lu Chang’sheng is just that immortal amidst the wild hills.
In the yard, Lu Chang’sheng personally sorted his father’s belongings for burial, and sure enough, by the bedside found a jade vial, holding the Longevity Pill he’d given.
He sighed softly, stored the pill in his Treasure Vault Immortal Insect, then went out to greet the people he couldn’t avoid meeting.
Like Zhao Xing.
"If Scholar Lu had spoken sooner, maybe I could’ve saved your father,"
Zhao Xing said blandly.
Once you set out bait, you have to keep stirring the waters.
Otherwise, the bait dulls, losing its scent.
"What method exactly?" Lu Chang’sheng asked.
"Naturally, the Longevity Pill. This medicine cures all ills. Even if your lifespan’s run out, it can extend it!"
At that, disappointment filled Lu Chang’sheng’s heart.
Zhao Xing was talking about the Longevity Pill.
He still had some himself; if his father was willing to take one, he could’ve added a year or two to his life.
But the root problem wasn’t that.
"A single Longevity Pill only gives you a few more years. Far too little."
Lu Chang’sheng suddenly wondered if that immortal who took Nangua away had another agenda.
"Maybe he figured I wouldn’t live that long, either."
"Has Scholar Lu decided what he’ll ask for yet? I’ve stayed here long enough. In a few days, if you haven’t made your choice, I’ll have to leave."
Zhao Xing pressed, just as planned—giving Lu Chang’sheng some pressure.
Lu Chang’sheng pondered, then said, "Slaying that Evil Cultivator wasn’t all my doing. Why don’t I call everyone together, and let us discuss it with the Immortal?"
Zhao Xing’s expression paused.
He hadn’t expected Lu Chang’sheng to play it this way—truly shocking for someone so self-serving.
Knowing the reward, he could’ve kept it all for himself, but he still thought of others. That was something even Immortal Sect disciples rarely did.
Let alone Evil Cultivators—this was rare even among Immortals.
What Zhao Xing didn’t realize was that Lu Chang’sheng was still uneasy about facing an Immortal, so he wanted others in the conversation—for backup, if anything happened.
Never underestimate those True Qi Realm Martial Artists.
At least, as cannon fodder, they’re perfectly up to the job.
Back when they surrounded Meng Ping, they played a critical role. If the net hadn’t trapped Meng Ping, even with Lu Chang’sheng’s skill, landing a blow would’ve been hard.
This move caught Zhao Xing off guard, but luckily, he was quick-witted and frowned, "If I’m speaking to you alone, there’s a reason. You don’t really think your part in that kill was less than those ordinary folks, do you?"
Lu Chang’sheng secretly clicked his tongue.
But for an Immortal, calling True Qi Realm Martial Artists ’ordinary’ is about right.
Seeing the other grow unhappy, Lu Chang’sheng didn’t stubbornly hand off his credit.
"Maybe the Supreme Profound Sect values matters of personal favors; failing to settle them might harm one’s cultivation."
The guess wasn’t baseless.
The saying goes: favors are hard to repay.
He was no cultivator himself, didn’t know Immortal Dao’s rules, so he dared not presume and simply said, "In that case, I can only accept with gratitude."
Zhao Xing’s expression eased, and he nodded—thinking: so cautious and suspicious... but still, he’ll never escape my grasp.
But then, Lu Chang’sheng’s next words made Zhao Xing frown again.
Because Lu Chang’sheng didn’t ask for cultivation Techniques, but—
Pills!
Yet Zhao Xing wanted to lead Lu Chang’sheng onto the Evil Cultivator’s path through methods, so why would he give in?
"Pills are scarce. You can’t swap this favor for cultivation pills. Instead, I’ll teach you a Technique that can bring you into the Immortal Dao—how about that?"
Zhao Xing said.
"In that case, many thanks to the Immortal."
Lu Chang’sheng gave a nod.
This was a pleasant surprise. Missing out on pills wasn’t a big deal now.
He just wondered: was this a Root Source Technique—or a true Immortal Dao Technique?
Lu Chang’sheng pondered.
He’d figured Zhao Xing might be able to offer a Martial Arts Root Source Technique; that alone would’ve been something.
After all, a favor for slaying an Evil Cultivator wasn’t much.
But surprisingly, Zhao Xing actually produced a real Immortal Technique.
A genuine Immortal Technique!
"This method is called the Elemental Refining Technique. It can forge an Immortal Foundation, and make you an Immortal."
Lu Chang’sheng was overjoyed.
This Technique wasn’t written in a book, but stored in a Jade Scroll.
No idea how it was made—the characters swam inside the jade like tiny tadpoles, drifting and swirling. It was utterly magical.
