Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 587 - 432: Little Uncle Will Handle Everything [Edit after 1 Hour]

Spring breeze swept through, thawing the mountain streams, and specks of green grass began poking through the frost-covered ground.

Winter had passed and spring had arrived; another year had gone by.

Within the Phoenix Creek Sect, on Rainbow Fire Peak, lay the Spirit Plant Garden. Densely protected by Formations, it was under strict guard.

At this moment, two figures were busily tending to the garden. They patiently watered two peculiarly shaped, large trees with various exotic spirit waters and miraculous medicinal springs.

These two people were none other than Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru!

Not far away, in a small cabin nestled in the woods, Hong Yuan stood under the eaves, smiling as he watched them. However, inevitably, a trace of worry lay deep within his eyes.

The Wood Tao Art of Longevity, evolved from the Life Plant Skill, is indeed quite good. It allowed Yue'er and Yiru to initially acquire a Life Span of over three hundred years. Not only that, it also significantly enhanced both of their aptitudes. But if they wish to pass the Saint Achievement Immortal Transcending Tribulation, there's still a long way to go... Especially Yiru...

Hong Yuan's lips tightened, his gaze deepening. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

As time passed, fewer and fewer familiar faces remained by his side. The few who could still hold a conversation with him were just Mo Yue'er, Lin Yiru, and a handful of others.

Once Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru were gone, Hong Yuan would truly become an "old ancestor."

It had to be said, the problem of Life Span was ultimately the most significant fatal issue faced by Martial Cultivators in the Martial World. Not to mention Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru; even great figures like Dragon Sun Emperor Dong Zheng Yang would eventually succumb to the relentless blade of time.

And Hong Yuan, although possessing a Life Span of tens of millions of years, was also on the journey in pursuit of eternal life.

The road ahead was long and arduous!

「After a while.」

Hong Yuan composed himself, pushing aside such unproductive thoughts. He stepped forward, treading on the earthy grass, walking slowly towards Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru.

Let everything take its natural course. As long as he had a clear conscience regarding their time together, that would suffice!

Now, thick Essence Qi transformed into a white mist that drifted through the Spirit Plant Garden, adding what looked like a stroke of white ink against the sky above it. Beneath this mist, two giant trees stood tall, one to the south and the other to the north, facing each other from a distance.

The tree in the south was Mo Yue'er's Life Spirit Plant. It was called the Laurel Tree. Rays of moonlight converged upon it, making it appear as if the bright moon itself had descended from the heavens to the earth—a truly magnificent sight. This was a large ancient tree with the potential to grow to the Saint level. Its potential was extraordinary, and merely observing it could clear the mind and refresh the spirit.

"Little Uncle, what brings you here?" Mo Yue'er asked. She was beneath the Laurel Tree, drawing moonlight into her body to cultivate. When she heard the utterly familiar footsteps nearby, she stood up happily and quickly ran towards Hong Yuan.

"I came to see how your cultivation was progressing..." Hong Yuan said with a smile.

Now nearly fifty, Mo Yue'er still had the youthful face of a young girl, with bright eyes and white teeth—a genuinely beautiful sight. Yet, with his exceptional perception, Hong Yuan could still sense the fading of Mo Yue'er's life essence.

Yue'er is growing old, after all... Hong Yuan sighed inwardly.

"Hehe, Little Uncle, I'm almost at the peak of the fifth stage now. I can share some of your burdens!" Mo Yue'er boldly hugged Hong Yuan's right arm, leaning against him like a daughter relying on her father.

In a sense, Hong Yuan had indeed played a role similar to that of a "father" in Mo Yue'er's life, guiding her healthy growth. Yet, the more this was the case, the more Mo Yue'er inevitably tugged at a tender string in Hong Yuan's heart.

"Sharing burdens, hehe, that's thoughtful of you, Yue'er." Hong Yuan chuckled softly, his large hand gently stroking Mo Yue'er's cascading black hair; he did not refuse her kind gesture.

At this moment, however, his thoughts had already turned to the Destiny Demon Realm. His Demonic Body had once found a treasure belonging to Great Moon Saint Han Jiuming in the Scripture Pavilion of the Dragon God Sacred Land. Within that treasure were two portions of Divine Origin Marrow. The purpose of Divine Origin Marrow was to seal a target, causing them to fall into a deep slumber.

Perhaps these two portions of Divine Origin Marrow might come in handy in the future?

"But you just believe in Little Uncle; I'll take care of everything," Hong Yuan said tenderly. He revealed a rare trace of gentleness to Mo Yue'er, his words carrying a double meaning.

Nearby, Mo Yue'er, as if sensing something, did not say much but just held tightly to Hong Yuan's right arm. She seemed as perceptive and understanding as she had been years ago in Nanyang Government, when she had hidden by his side to evade their pursuers.

The sky was a clear azure, as flawless as a mirror.

Flocks of egrets soared into the sky, their harmonious songs creating ripples in the air.

Atop the mountain peak, Shang Yaoqin—the sole Great Dream Seed of the Sect Alliance—held a Jade Flute. Her fingers moved deftly as she played a song to bid farewell to her egret friends.

In an instant, waves of sound, so tangible they seemed almost solid, transformed into green and white halos that pulsed around Shang Yaoqin—a breathtaking sight.

TRA-LA-LA, sang the flute. Shang Yaoqin, dressed in a green gown, held the white Jade Flute, her fingers slender and fair. As she lowered her head to play, her fair, swan-like neck was revealed.

Anyone who saw her would have been captivated, feeling a sense of joy as if witnessing a fairy descended to the mortal realm.

I wonder if Zhu Yin truly likes Hong Yuan, or if she's willing to devote herself to him for my sake...

Alas, the foremost figure of the mortal realm is certainly remarkable and worthy of my considerable efforts to win over. However, if it comes at the cost of Zhu Yin's happiness, that is something I am absolutely unwilling to do!