plumnovel Chapter 50: Master Xuan Su
Chapter 50: Master Xuan Su
Foundation Building Pill!
These three simple words represent the eternal pursuit of countless alchemists throughout their lives.
Greatness needs no further explanation!
Fang Yun was also shocked.
In his previous life, as the patriarch of the Fang family, he had once coveted the formula for the Foundation Establishment Pill.
Then he was given a severe warning by the iron fist of the Qingmu Sect.
However, they also managed to uncover a lot of information.
Foundation Building Pill is a mid-grade second-tier pill.
The materials used are extremely precious and rare, making the refining process very difficult.
Only a second-tier high-grade alchemist can reliably produce Foundation Establishment Pills.
With such an awesome grandmother, the recipe for the pill was easily within Fang Yun's grasp.
With the Longevity Pill and Foundation Building Pill combined, Fang Yun felt that his future achievements in alchemy could be summed up in four words:
Gaga is killing everything in sight!
Before long, all the half-siblings had been tested.
Of the six children, Fang Yun was the only child.
This shows that there is a reason why Yunlan Mountain has a small population.
For about seven generations, it has been a single line of descent.
Fang Yun's mother beamed with joy, as did the concubines, who wore smiles that were either genuine or feigned.
They escorted the children back to Yunlan Mountain.
This is a second-tier superior spiritual mountain, with abundant and astonishing earth essence, shrouded in clouds and mist, a place of exceptional beauty and spiritual energy.
Fang Yun looked up and could easily see the main peak of Yuquan from here.
That was the place where Ancestor Chen cultivated, belonging to the third-tier spiritual mountain. The entire mountain was glowing, appearing exceptionally ethereal and sacred.
Soon, Fang Yun met his father in this life.
He had the worst, inferior spiritual root, yet he cultivated to the point of perfect Qi refining.
He was of medium build, dressed in a wealthy manner, and looked to be in his forties, as if his body had been emptied by alcohol and women.
It fits the stereotype of a spoiled, good-for-nothing old man like Deng.
"A fire spirit root approaching the top grade? Excellent! Our Yunlan lineage has finally produced a prodigy!"
Chen Shijing, hiccuping from drinking, with two concubines in his arms, his eyes glazed over, said, "Tomorrow, tomorrow I will take this child to pay respects to my mother!"
He didn't care much about today's spirit-testing ceremony, after all, he had given birth to too many children.
Over the past decade, more than a hundred children have lived, all of them just ordinary people.
Who would have thought that it would give him such a big surprise.
"By the way, which son are you? What's your name again?"
Joy dispelled his drunkenness, and the father finally came to his senses, pushing the dancer away, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"Chen Xiaoyun, the 149th son."
Fang Yun tugged at his clothes and asked clearly, "Father, where's my reward?"
Chen Shijing was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, this child is interesting... He resembles me!"
He immediately took out a thousand spirit stones, waved his hand, and said, "Take these and play with them. If you need more, just ask. This is the last thing we lack!"
"Thank you, Father."
It's clear that Chen Shih-Ching has no idea how to be a father.
Or rather, he himself is a child who hasn't grown up yet.
The only way she expresses her love is by spending money on her son.
Fang Yun, however, was quite satisfied, even feeling that he was being treated like a cheap biological father...
It's really great!
into the night.
Fang Yun stayed in her room, flipping through the books she had found, her little face unusually serious.
A thousand spirit stones were piled up in the corner, like a small mountain, illuminating the entire room.
"I never imagined that this reincarnation would take a hundred years..."
Fang Yun pondered, a hint of emotion in his eyes.
The cultivation world also has its own calendar, and there are many historical records and travelogues.
You can easily calculate the interval between your reincarnations.
He remembered his previous life, which was fifty years after the death of the Duke of Yong.
"The time interval between each new life doubles..."
Fang Yun deduced the pattern, and he realized that he would have difficulty controlling the Reincarnation Stele for the time being.
"Young master, it's late, time to sleep~"
Suddenly, a small head peeked out from behind the curtains covering the bed, its eyes bright and lively, its features delicate and well-behaved.
This is a little maid who's there specifically to warm the bed.
The lives of the direct descendants of powerful clans are just that dull and boring.
"Understood, Sister Qiuxiang."
Fang Yun responded, closed the ancient book, and prepared to go to sleep.
……
The next day.
Fang Yun was refreshed and dressed neatly, ready to pay her respects to her grandmother.
The maid prepared a moon-white robe for him, with silver threads wrapped around the chest, embroidered with auspicious clouds and phoenixes about to take flight.
Behind it is a bright moon rising from the water, which is the clan emblem of the Chen family of Yuquan.
Fang Yun met Chen Shijing again.
This guy spent the whole night with his cronies, dancers, and concubines, yet he still managed to get up early this morning.
Standing solemnly with a serious expression, he did not smile and truly possessed the majesty of a leader of a lineage.
Father and son set off one after the other, stepping out in the morning dew, with a fresh mist permeating the mountains.
At the summit of Yunlan Mountain stands an ancient and simple hall, surrounded by many cultivated fields planted with exotic flowers and rare herbs.
The most eye-catching feature is a patch of deep blue flowers, with bell-shaped buds hanging from the vines like a waterfall.
Fang Yun happened to recognize it; the plant was called a bellflower.
Whenever a gentle breeze blows, the flowers sway and emit a clear, melodious bell-like sound.
Some people believe that this kind of ringtone is heavenly music, capable of making living beings forget all their worries.
Therefore, it is also called the Forget-Me-Not Flower.
His grandmother was tending to the flower garden herself, her expression focused and earnest.
Fang Yun carefully observed the Foundation Establishment cultivator.
She looked to be around forty years old, the most intellectual age for a woman, wearing a plain-colored Taoist robe that accentuated her exceptionally voluptuous figure.
Chen Xuansu.
This is my grandmother's name, which sounds somewhat masculine, and she was also respectfully addressed as Master Xuansu.
In fact, she was a true direct descendant of the Chen family, of noble birth.
Chen Shijing's father was merely a son-in-law who married into the family.
Before long, Chen Xuansu finished tidying up the flowerbed and turned around to face the two of them.
She was very beautiful, with bright eyes and soft, delicate features. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes were not concealed; they were faint traces left by the passage of time.
Her hair was carefully tied up at the back of her head, with a few strands of silver hair mixed in with her black hair, shimmering like tiny pearls in the sunlight.
Fang Yun vaguely saw the shadow of an old friend on her face.
Chen Xuansu's gaze shifted, naturally ignoring his disappointing only son.
The focus lingers on the well-behaved and adorable Fang Yun.
"Good child, come here quickly."
"Let Grandma take a good look!"
Chen Xuansu waved his hand, his movements unhurried, his eyes filled with a gentle and loving smile.
"Grandson greets His Majesty!"
Fang Yun bowed formally, her voice still childish.
"This child is so polite and sensible; his mother has taught him very well."
Chen Xuansu placed his fingers on his grandson's pulse and transferred a wisp of magical power to him.
She was surrounded by a rich medicinal fragrance, emanating a comforting and pleasant aura.
After a moment, Chen Xuansu nodded repeatedly, quite satisfied: "It is indeed a piece of unpolished jade, with pure spiritual roots, open meridians, and a natural affinity for the essence of fire."
"Moreover, with strong bones and muscles and abundant blood and qi, he should also have considerable talent in body refinement."
"Body tempering?!"
Chen Shijing was pleasantly surprised for a moment, then sighed, "It's a pity that Yun'er doesn't have a wood elemental root..."
Chen Xuansu's emotions did not fluctuate much: "Some things are hard to have both ways of. Just be content with what you have."
As Fang Yun listened to the adults talking, he suddenly remembered what Qin Yao had once said.
The lineage of the Qingmu Sect's leader seems to be closely related to body refinement.
"Good child, would you like to follow your grandmother in practicing Buddhism?"
Fang Yun had been waiting for these words, and nodded emphatically: "Grandson is willing!"
Spring goes and autumn comes, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Fang Yun stayed on Yunlan Mountain, reciting Taoist scriptures and studying his lessons, preparing for cultivation and alchemy.
Finally, he turned ten and was old enough to try cultivating his inner energy.
Chen Xuansu took it very seriously and had already prepared the training method for his grandson.
The scripture originates from another Golden Core sect—the Li Huo Sect!