Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 371 - 228: Act of Redemption
Xiao Feng and the others didn’t know exactly who Master Baiyun had contacted from the Heaven-Burning Valley’s line, but whatever the case, it was still an opportunity for them, so naturally they dared not slack off.
"To me, entering the Heaven-Burning Valley is an incredible opportunity as well."
Upon hearing the news, Lu Chang’sheng was full of relief; thankfully, he’d chosen to fight for it—otherwise, he would’ve missed out on this chance.
The Heaven-Burning Valley was a great Golden Core sect, with Nascent Soul-level inheritance. If he could join, it would do wonders for his Foundation Establishment.
"I wonder what kind of profound techniques that True Monarch inheritance contains?"
Lu Chang’sheng mused internally.
When he returned home, Lu Chang’sheng told Li Nangua about the matter.
Although Nangua hadn’t said much about it all these years, through the subtle details of her behavior, Lu Chang’sheng could sense that she still cared deeply about what happened back at Fuyun Mountain.
As expected, when she learned of the news from Lu Chang’sheng, Li Nangua seemed somewhat excited.
"If my husband can join these great sects like Heaven-Burning Valley, his future will surely be limitless!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Li Nangua’s smile was radiant, her demeanor seeming more at ease than usual.
"That’s barely the beginning, nothing’s certain yet."
"Even so, that’s half the battle already," Li Nangua said with a soft laugh, her hand covering her mouth.
Lu Chang’sheng chuckled, tapped her gently on the head, then asked about the business matters.
Li Nangua replied to each point thoroughly, leaving nothing out, which made Lu Chang’sheng deeply moved.
"With Chang’an handling the business, you don’t need to worry so much. You should put your thoughts into cultivation instead."
Ever since reaching the late Qi Cultivation stage, Li Nangua’s progress had slowed somewhat, but thanks to her ample resources, her cultivation speed was still quite decent.
At least, she was advancing much faster than him.
That’s the importance of talent.
After spending a warm night with Li Nangua, Lu Chang’sheng arrived at the study in his estate.
That morning, someone below sent word: a letter had arrived.
It was from Fang Yuan and the others, whom he hadn’t heard from for some time.
The letter spoke of their feelings as they set foot in the Ancient Origin Immortal City.
The closer they drew to Ancient Origin Immortal City, the more they sensed the vast domain’s bustle—even Fang Yuan himself said he felt so small along the journey.
Near the end of the letter, Fang Yuan invited Lu Chang’sheng once again to visit the Ancient Origin Immortal City in the Taiyuan Domain.
In addition, he asked Lu Chang’sheng to look after their clan members a bit more.
"This Fang Yuan, instead of sending the letter to his clan, he mailed it to me?"
Lu Chang’sheng was a bit speechless.
"That’s because he knows Father is more reliable than the others," Lu Chang’an said from the side.
Lu Chang’sheng grinned, accused him of buttering him up, then let the topic drop.
Though he wanted to compete, he couldn’t do so blindly. Fang Yuan and the others hadn’t said much, but in the letter, they noted: good thing he didn’t come along.
Turns out, not long after leaving the Guangnan Domain, their merchant convoy ran into a monster and nearly got wiped out.
Luckily, they happened upon a late Foundation Establishment expert who had close ties with the convoy, or else this letter would never have existed.
And that was just the most perilous incident—others weren’t mentioned due to space in the letter.
Not long after Lu Chang’an left, Yu Hai and Wang Futian came to visit.
In the courtyard, they exchanged a few polite words out of habit. Then, Wang Futian suddenly said, "Chang’sheng, what do you think of the Supreme Profound Sect these days?"
Lu Chang’sheng smiled, replying, "The Supreme Profound Sect is naturally a renowned sect of Guangnan Domain, a place we cultivators look up to."
Wang Futian gave a bitter laugh.
He wasn’t sure if Lu Chang’sheng truly didn’t catch his meaning, or was just pretending.
Normally, he’d have let it go, but this time, part of him didn’t want the sect to lose such a genius, and part of him wanted to make amends for not doing enough before.
So he put his intentions out plainly, saying, "In the immortal sects, talent is everything. Before, your talent held you back and the other elders didn’t want trouble with the stewards because of you, but now things are different. As long as you’re willing, I can pull the strings and make it happen."
Lu Chang’sheng replied, "Fellow Daoist Wang, I appreciate the thought. But I think I’ll pass."
It wasn’t out of stubbornness—he just had a better choice now. Spiritual Bodies vary in quality, and the stronger the method, the more potent the result.
If he hadn’t heard of Heaven-Burning Valley, he might have considered it. But now, he wanted to choose Heaven-Burning Valley.
Of course, he couldn’t tell Wang Futian that yet.
Wang Futian still didn’t give up, saying seriously, "Every immortal sect has inheritances—it’s much better than being a loose cultivator. Fellow Daoist, you should really think it over."
Lu Chang’sheng nodded. "Don’t worry, I will."
He knew that for people like them, so-called family powers weren’t much different from being loose cultivators without real foundation or strength.
Seeing how calm Lu Chang’sheng was, Wang Futian couldn’t help feeling a little regret. Maybe he should have pushed harder back then.
With his connections, the odds of getting Lu Chang’sheng into the sect were high, but he’d hesitated at the cost required—so he never acted.
If he’d trusted Yu Hai more, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.
Wang Futian sighed, realizing he couldn’t persuade Lu Chang’sheng for now and could only try again later.
He was adept at dealing with people, had experience with such matters, and knew that to truly win someone over, sincerity was the key.
Thinking this, Wang Futian dropped the subject and said, "We’ve found staying at the inn a bit inconvenient—would you mind if we bothered you for a few days, Chang’sheng?"
Yu Hai, knowing Lu Chang’sheng’s temperament, hadn’t said a word but was surprised when he heard this.
He didn’t know what was so inconvenient about the inn?
When they first arrived, he’d wanted to crash at the Lu Mansion himself, but Wang Futian insisted the inn was more free.
Luckily, Wang Futian spotted the odd look on Yu Hai’s face and shot him a glance. Yu Hai suddenly understood: Wang Futian wasn’t giving up yet.
Lu Chang’sheng naturally couldn’t refuse their stay, so he personally settled them in the guest quarters.
As expected, over the next several days, Wang Futian became like a Scattering Wealth Child, blending right in with Lu Chang’sheng’s family. As an alchemist of the Supreme Profound Sect, he wasn’t short on money. In just a few days, he gifted items worth at least thirty thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones.
Many times, even Lu Chang’sheng found it hard to turn him down.
By then, he understood Wang Futian’s intentions.
But it was clear this approach wasn’t all that sophisticated.
Wang Futian seemed to realize that too; by the fourth day, he stopped.
Seeing this, Lu Chang’sheng breathed a sigh of relief. If possible, he preferred not to reject kindness outright—it would only hurt the relationship.
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Several days later, when Lu Chang’sheng arrived at White Cloud Pavilion, he suddenly sensed something off.
The faces of the cultivators coming and going in White Cloud Pavilion were tinged with gravity.
He asked around and found out there’d been trouble in the Baiqi Medicine Garden.
Soon after, he received word to come to the White Cloud Pavilion’s main tower.
Upon arriving, Lu Chang’sheng saw Xiao Feng and several elders. What caught his attention most was Elder He—not standing, but lying on a bed, face pale, a cracked wound across his chest and abdomen, the white bones within faintly gleaming with filthy light.
