Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 450 Calm Mind! Emperor Jianwen is about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage!

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Xiao Deng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes and saw Chen Fan arrive. He quickly got up:

"Godfather, you've arrived."

Chen Fan grunted in agreement, walked to the stove, and warmed his hands in the still-warm fire.

He glanced at the small stool a few times, then slowly began to speak:

"His breathing is fairly steady, so it seems he hasn't been slacking off. In the path of cultivation, a solid foundation is the most important thing; one cannot be impatient."

"Your son will remember your teachings, Godfather," Little Stool said respectfully.

Chen Fan took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it over: "Here are a few pills to strengthen your foundation. Take one every seven days, along with the radish and sweet potato, to solidify your base. I think you're not far from reaching the threshold of Core Formation."

The little stool was accepted with both hands, a look of gratitude on his face: "Thank you for the gift, Godfather! I will definitely cultivate diligently and not let you down."

Chen Fan waved his hand and said no more.

He quite liked this godson. After spending many years together, he found him to be honest and hardworking. He would occasionally give him some pointers and provide him with cultivation resources, which was just a casual gesture.

He casually inquired about any miscellaneous matters at the Imperial Horse Stables recently, and upon learning that everything was as usual, he walked back to his room with his hands behind his back.

After closing the door, Chen Fan habitually sat down at the table.

He first took out a golden bowl, filled it with clear spiritual water, and drank seven or eight large bowls in a row. The sweet spiritual water went down his throat and turned into a warm current that nourished his limbs and bones.

Then, he took out two sweet potatoes that still smelled of fresh earth and ate them slowly with the spiritual water.

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Fan cleaned up the dishes.

Immediately, his expression turned serious, and he took out Eleven and the Qiankun Furnace from his storage bag.

After being nourished by his essence and blood for a long time, the eleventh flying sword had a restrained luster and its spirituality became more and more obvious. It quietly floated in front of him, emitting a faint chime.

The Qiankun furnace is ancient and dignified, with a subtle shimmering light flowing through its body.

Chen Fan first communicated with Eleven through his mind and spirit, slowly transferring a wisp of pure spiritual energy to nurture its spirituality!

He then placed the Qiankun Furnace beside him and merged it with his own energy.

This is his daily routine before cultivation, without fail.

After nurturing them for about half an hour, Chen Fan put away the two treasures.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, took out several high-grade spirit stones and held them in his palm. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and began to circulate the Everlasting Spring Technique.

The pure spiritual energy within the spirit stone was extracted strand by strand, flowing into the meridians and circulating slowly throughout the body along the cultivation path, eventually returning to the dantian, gradually transforming into his own spiritual power, and continuously compressing and solidifying.

The room quickly quieted down, with only Chen Fan's long, steady breathing and the faint glow emanating from the spirit stone.

Cultivation makes one oblivious to time; two hours pass in the blink of an eye.

When Chen Fan opened his eyes again, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, then he returned to normal.

He slowly exhaled a long breath, feeling the spiritual power within his body grow stronger and his foundation become more stable. A barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.

After getting out of bed and moving around a bit, he pushed open the door and went out.

It was nearly noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Fan strolled leisurely out of the Imperial Stables and headed towards the Imperial Garden.

This is his way of relaxing his mind; looking at the scenery and watching the hustle and bustle is very beneficial to his cultivation.

In the Imperial Garden, it was the time of warbling birds and dancing butterflies.

From afar, one could hear the sounds of string and wind instruments, mixed with the clear laughter of women.

After finding a secluded spot among the artificial rocks, Chen Fan vanished in a flash, his aura completely concealed.

Looking around, one can see a dozen or so graceful concubines and palace maids dancing to music on the open ground by Tai'an Pond.

They wore light gauze dresses, their waists were as supple as willows, and their dance steps were light and graceful. Under the bright sunlight, they were like a group of colorful butterflies flitting among the flowers.

Chen Fan squinted and watched quietly.

He looked at it very carefully, but there was not much lewdness in his eyes. Instead, there was a pure appreciation of "beauty" and the intention to calm his mind.

After watching for about half an hour, the music gradually subsided, and the dancers dispersed in twos and threes. Chen Fan then quietly emerged from behind the artificial hill, a faint, enigmatic smile on his face. He shook his head and turned to walk towards the other side of Tai'an Pond.

The waters of Tai'an Pond shimmered, reflecting the sky and clouds.

Chen Fan walked to a secluded spot under a weeping willow, a place far from the place of singing and dancing, which was particularly quiet and peaceful.

He skillfully took out a simple set of fishing gear from his storage bag: a bamboo fishing rod, a fish basket, and a small stool.

Without baiting the hook, he casually cast the fishing line into the water, then sat calmly on a small stool, his gaze fixed on the gently rippling surface of the water, seemingly watching the fish, yet also seemingly seeing nothing at all.

A gentle breeze rustled through the willow branches, bringing with it the moist scent of the pond.

Chen Fan sat there quietly, seemingly blending into the surrounding scenery. For him, fishing was not about the harvest, but rather another form of "meditation."

As he watched the float sway gently with the waves and listened to the faint whispers of palace servants in the distance, his many thoughts about cultivation, Old Dragon City, and other trivial matters gradually settled and dissipated.

Time passed slowly, and the sun gradually began to set in the west.

The weeping willows sway gently, and the waters of Tai'an Pond are calm.

Chen Fan held the fishing rod, his face completely calm.

Just as things were quiet, a faint sound of footsteps came from behind. The person who came had a deep and heavy aura, which was out of place with the tranquility of the pond.

Without turning around, his divine sense had already clearly outlined the person who came: wearing a straw raincoat and bamboo hat, carrying a bamboo pole and a fish basket, still dressed as that familiar old fisherman. It was none other than Emperor Jianwen, Xiao Quan.

However, today, the aura surrounding him is far stronger than ever before. It is not simply the aura of cultivation, but a magnificent power that embodies the beliefs of countless people and the incense offerings of several nations. It has already touched the threshold of a higher realm, and there is a sense that the winds and clouds are gathering and a storm is about to break.

Emperor Jianwen sat down not far from him and cast his own baitless fishing line into the water.

The two remained silent, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind through the willow branches. The pond reflected the approaching dusk, a hazy gray.

"Master," Emperor Jianwen spoke first, his voice calm yet carrying an undisguised probing tone, "Recently, during my cultivation, I've been blessed with good fortune and have occasionally sensed something... It seems I've touched upon the gateway to the Nascent Soul stage."

Chen Fan's gaze remained fixed on the buoy on the water's surface, and he nodded almost imperceptibly: "The annexation of the three kingdoms, which combine their incense offerings and national fortunes, will undoubtedly lead to extraordinary progress."

He paused, slowly turned his head, and his gaze lingered on Emperor Jianwen for a moment. Beneath the straw raincoat and bamboo hat, the early gray hairs at his temples were faintly visible. "What do you want to ask?"

Emperor Jianwen removed his bamboo hat, revealing a face much more weathered than his actual age, yet his eyes were sharp and bright:

"Disciple wishes to ask, besides the Nascent Soul Pill, what else is needed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"