A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 66

Chapter 66 Chen Qiaoshan, Chen Qiaoqian

There are still a few days left until the Blood Forbidden Trial begins.

Outside the sect’s council hall in Huangfeng Valley.

More than twenty disciples preparing to participate in the Blood Trial received summons and rushed over from various places.

Han Li was among them.

The crowd looked at each other, and upon seeing Han Li, they all showed expressions of astonishment and surprise.

No wonder, Han Li, a pseudo-spiritual root with four elements, had surpassed the vast majority of the disciples present in cultivation, having already reached the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.

“How is this possible?”

“How did his cultivation reach such a level?”

“Don’t low-grade pills gradually lose their effectiveness after reaching the eleventh level of Qi Refining and require arduous cultivation to refine them? How did he cultivate to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining in just a few years? Has he already taken a Foundation Establishment Pill?”

Most of these people recognized Han Li.

After all, being able to board the Red Dust lineage and receive the protection of the Red Dust Fairy, such a lucky person was a highly sought-after figure among the countless lower-level disciples, someone they both talked about and envied.

How could they not want to know more about him?

Seeing him in person today, it’s true that reputation doesn’t live up to it.

“This person joined the sect many years later than us, yet his cultivation has surpassed ours

. Truly, hard work is no match for opportunity and choice…” “I wonder how many Foundation Establishment Pills he’s taken. Just one doesn’t seem enough to reach the peak of Qi Refining in just a few years.”

“It’s good to have a powerful backer.”

All they felt was envy.

Han Li, of course, couldn’t hear the whispers of the crowd.

He was also observing the faces. Some were familiar, like the Chen siblings. Of course, most were strangers.

Huangfeng Valley had over

ten thousand Qi Refining disciples. To be precise, over thirteen thousand.

Every ten years, the sect’s grand recruitment usually took in over a thousand disciples with good spiritual roots. In addition, the smaller recruitment every three to five years would also bring in some eligible young people, or those with exceptional talent or special skills.

Over time, the number was considerable.

Of course, Han Li, who always kept to himself, didn’t recognize many of them.

However, compared to the Hidden Moon Sect and the Spirit Beast Mountain, the situation in Yellow Maple Valley is relatively better. This is because the Hidden Moon Sect and the Spirit Beast Mountain recruit more disciples each time, with a total of nearly 20,000 Qi Refining cultivators within their sects. Those two sects also have more talented young geniuses, making the competition even fiercer. Good things simply don’t go to disciples without talent or background.

“Huh? She’s actually at the twelfth level of Qi Refining? And her magical power isn’t even at the initial twelfth level level.”

Scanning the crowd, Han Li’s peripheral vision caught sight of the young woman, Chen Qiaoqian, who had almost been raped by Lu.

Two months ago, this girl was at the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

In the past two months, she has worked diligently and made further progress.

If the twelfth level of Qi Refining were divided into: initial, intermediate, advanced, and peak, Chen Qiaoqian is now at the intermediate level of the twelfth level.

“Is this the potential of a dual-spiritual-root genius?”

“She must have taken quite a few pills.”

Moreover, Chen Qiaoqian’s demeanor is noticeably different from before: her eyebrows are lightly painted, and she has become exceptionally cold and radiant. She exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

“She’s probably devastated by Lu Chengfeng’s betrayal.”

But it had to be admitted, the once demure woman now possessed an even greater air of mystery and allure. Several young men were drawn to her appearance and demeanor, some even attempting to strike up a conversation, only to be unsuccessful in the end.

Perhaps it was a man’s tendency to be perverse; the more unattainable something was, the more coveted and desired it became.

Beside Chen Qiaoqian stood a man in his early forties.

This was someone he knew well,

a celebrity in Huangfeng Valley.

The eldest of the seven members of the Chen family, Chen Qiaoshan. He possessed

a set of top-grade magic artifacts—the Golden Book and Silver Pen—making him virtually unmatched among his peers. During the sect’s grand competition, he had overpowered several of the top ten Qi Refining cultivators at the thirteenth level, securing a top-three finish. If the sect’s management hadn’t only awarded the top three spots in the competition instead of a champion, Chen Qiaoshan might have been a contender for the number one position.

“Brother Chen,”

Han Li greeted him politely as soon as their eyes met.

The two had exchanged information about the Crimson Forbidden Land in private.

Their relationship wasn’t particularly close, but there had been some kind of deal.

Han Li appreciated Chen Qiaoshan’s character—”not looking down on heroes because of their spiritual roots” and “gentle, refined, and approachable”—while Chen Qiaoshan appreciated Han Li’s qualities such as “low-key actions,” “not trying to be a hero,” “not caring about face,” “resilient mind,” “meticulous thinking,” “planning before acting,” and “loyalty and righteousness.”

As the saying goes, humble origins are not a disgrace; true men are those who can bend and stretch.

Chen Qiaoshan greatly admired Han Li in this regard.

“Brother Han, your cultivation has improved again; truly congratulations!”

The middle-aged man returned the greeting politely, without any arrogance.

“To venture into the Crimson Forbidden Land, one cannot be careless. I was in seclusion recently and only managed a lucky breakthrough.”

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, they each chose their places to stand.

After Han Li left, Chen Qiaoqian spoke through telepathy:

“Brother, is this the one who used the Ascension Token to curry favor with the Red Tassel Mountain lineage—the one with the pseudo-spiritual root who’s so lucky?”

The Chen family woman didn’t seem to take Han Li seriously.

Before, she only had eyes for Senior Brother Lu.

Now, she only saw self-reliance and strength: men outside are unreliable; women must rely on themselves.

“Little sister, we must not underestimate this person,” Chen Qiaoshan said solemnly through telepathy, his expression unchanged.

“Ah? He’s just a minor cultivator relying on an outsider, why is Brother so serious?”

“Reliant? Perhaps. But you can’t deny that his cultivation has surpassed yours, and he’s even caught up with me.” Chen Qiaoshan’s tone became increasingly serious during the telepathic transmission: “Do you remember what his cultivation level was when he first joined the sect four or five years ago?”

“I heard it was the fourth level of Qi Refining.”

“And you were at that time?”

“The tenth level of Qi Refining.”

“Four or five years have passed, what are his and your current cultivation levels?”

Upon hearing this, Chen Qiaoqian opened her mouth, her tone becoming much more subtle during the telepathic transmission: “I’m barely at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, while he’s already at the thirteenth level.” “

Have you noticed the problem?” Chen Qiaoshan continued telepathically.

Chen Qiaoqian remained silent.

Instead of pressing his younger sister further, the elder brother waited until she had digested the information before taking a deep breath and speaking seriously:

“Admittedly, he took d*rugs, consuming large amounts of low-grade spiritual medicine to boost his cultivation. He likely wasted at least two Foundation Establishment Pills trying to break through to the twelfth and thirteenth levels, which is why he was able to reach such a level in just a few years. But you can’t deny his unwavering Dao heart; he probably devoted himself to cultivation whenever he had time. His love for the Dao of Immortality far surpasses yours from before, and is even comparable to yours as his elder brother.”

“Tsk, for someone with only pseudo-spiritual roots to have reached this point is nothing short of a miracle.”

“Even with the guidance of Grandmaster Hong Fu, we can’t ignore his own relentless drive.”

Although his younger sister possessed exceptional talent, being a rare dual-spiritual-root prodigy like his fourth and fifth brothers, she was still inexperienced and playful, failing to cherish the time she spent cultivating diligently in her early years. All she did was follow Lu Chengfeng around like a shadow, afraid someone would steal him away.

Her family, happy to see them get together, didn’t interfere.

But appearances can be deceiving.

Her younger sister had fallen for Lu Chengfeng’s trick and almost lost her life.

Fortunately,

she was unharmed,

rescued by a passerby.

The only downside was that the other person stole the precious Foundation Establishment Pill; otherwise, her sister wouldn’t have been so impulsive as to venture into the Blood Forbidden Land.

“Brother, Han Li is indeed resolute and hardworking. But his success today is mostly due to the help of his Grandmaster Hong Fu, right? Without those two Foundation Establishment Pills, his cultivation would be at most the eleventh level of Qi Refining. Even with the one he won at the Ascension Conference, he wouldn’t be at the thirteenth level…”

Chen Qiaoqian believed Han Li’s success was largely due to the Core Formation elder from Red Tassel Mountain.

“You think the second Foundation Establishment Pill he took was a gift from Grandmaster Hongfu? So he’s nothing special?”

“Isn’t that right?” “

While Core Formation elders might be generous out of affection, they wouldn’t be so generous as to casually bestow Foundation Establishment Pills. Have you ever seen the Ancestor specifically bestow a Foundation Establishment Pill upon any member of the clan?”

“This…”

“Furthermore, the fact that this young man is valued by Grandmaster Hongfu and bestowed with a Foundation Establishment Pill further demonstrates that he shouldn’t be underestimated. Do you understand?”

The middle-aged man spoke earnestly.

Foundation Establishment Pills aren’t commonplace; even for Core Formation cultivators, they represent a significant amount of spirit stones. Keep in mind that a Core Formation elder in a sect only receives thirty mid-grade spirit stones annually.

That’s less than the auction price of a single Foundation Establishment Pill. Why

would someone bestow a pill if they didn’t value him?

If they value him, he must have something special about him. How could he be underestimated?

“Don’t provoke him, just naturally befriend him a little.”

“I understand, Big Brother. I’ll maintain my current cultivation level and won’t let that happen again.”

“Good.”

His little sister had finally grown up.

She’d just become a bit extreme: indifferent to men from outside the clan.

He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

(End of Chapter)