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第一千四百一十一章 生老病死

Chapter 1412 - Birth, Old Age, Sickness, Death

"Turns out it's a remnant of the Luo Family. Truly, they are no ordinary noble sect; even in decline, their底蕴 far surpasses that of common sects." Lin Xuan supported his chin with his hand and showed a look of surprise.

"Uncle Senior, what are you saying?" The cultivators from Tiangubo Sect were confused as Duyin asked, her face showing a hint of confusion.

The distance between Youzhou and Yunzhou was countless miles. This place was considered a wilderness, so the news here was naturally very isolated.

Back when there was chaos in Xuan City, it shocked almost every sect and family in Yunzhou. However, the cultivators from Youzhou had never heard about it at all.

When it doesn't concern you, stay aloof; no matter how many casualties occurred in Yunzhou, it meant nothing to them.

But Lin Xuan was different. As a participant, he knew almost everything that happened. The Luo Family's plan for the blood of the Deva God was meticulously detailed, but unfortunately, fate turned against them as all the cultivators who entered Wu Ding River perished. Lin Xuan originally thought that the Luo Family in Tianzhou had been buried by history and became a sad tale. After all, the rise and fall of sects is common in the cultivation world.

Who knew they were like a hundred-foot-long worm that doesn't die even when cut into pieces. The head of the Luo Family was indeed an expert at the Separation and Union stage; he was cunning to the extreme and never put all his eggs in one basket.

On the surface, he took a desperate gamble, but secretly, he had left a fallback plan. Before acting, he sent thousands of disciples to Youzhou.

These thousand disciples weren't highly skilled, but each possessed outstandingqualifications. These were the seeds for the Luo Family's revival.

Although obtaining the Deva God’s blood was the head of the Luo Family's top priority, they feared the worst. If it failed, the Luo Family would become a public enemy to both human and demon races in the Twelve Provinces.

A street rat is hunted by everyone; but that didn't matter. With these disciples, the Luo Family had a chance to rise again.

The bloodline of the Heaven-Defying King would not be extinguished in the mortal world.

But this old monster was clever enough not to send all his disciples away. Most were scattered across various places, serving as faceless pawns. If their mission failed, each sect would mercilessly purge Luo Family members. If none could be found, it would raise suspicion. So he divided the low-ranking disciples into two groups.

Not by cultivation level but byqualifications; those with betterqualifications went to Youzhou, while those with worsequalifications were discarded.

This ruse successfully deceived both human and demon races, allowing the seeds of the Luo Family to remain in Youzhou.

A century passed, and the Luo Family gradually faded from people'sline of sight. The ones sent to Youzhou were all elites; over this century, despite hiding, their cultivation levels still progressed rapidly. Even more than a dozen became Immortal Core cultivators.

Seeing that the wind had died down, they couldn't bear the isolation any longer and planned to come out and act.

After all, who wants to remain in the shadows? Their plan was to take control of Youzhou first.

Lin Xuan remained silent on the surface but organized the information he had obtained from soul probing.

Indeed, planning is in human hands; success depends on heaven. The head of the Luo Family's plans were good, but unfortunately, fate always seemed to conspire against him.

Lin Xuan didn't bother explaining these matters further to Duyin.

He casually asked about the situation in Youzhou.

Of course, she wouldn’t hide anything and spoke freely.

She heard that the battle in Youzhou was still ongoing. Lin Xuan sighed with relief, while Duyin and her daughter were overjoyed at their reunion after a century apart.

In just a hundred years, her beloved daughter had successfully formed an Immortal Core; choosing to become a disciple of Moon Goddess Immortal was indeed the right choice.

"Why is Mi here? Why didn't Father come with her?" Zheng Wei was curious. In her memory, her parents were always inseparable and harmonious.

The Tiangubo cultivators present exchanged glances, Duyin's face darkened even more.

"Mother, did Mi speak? Could something have happened to Father?"

Zheng Ban, a clever girl, noticed the change in expression and became anxious.

"Hu'er, your father… passed away twenty years ago." Duyin sighed; there was no hiding it.

"What? No… that's impossible. Did Father go mad while practicing? Mother, why didn't you send someone to inform me?" Tears streamed down her face as Zheng Hu's voice grew sharp.

"Ban, I'm not heartless, but telling Mi wouldn't have helped. My elder brother did not die from practice; he simply exhausted his lifespan and passed away." Duyin sighed; she had considered informing her daughter but ultimately decided against it after much thought.

Birth, old age, sickness, death—these were the laws of life that even cultivators couldn’t escape. Their lifespans were longer than ordinary people's, but they still faced these inevitabilities.

Lin Xuan remained silent but felt a tinge of emotion. While this news was sudden, it wasn't entirely unexpected. Duyin looked like she was only in her late twenties or early thirties, but she had actually been around for over three hundred and forty years. The headmaster of Tianxuan Sect was even older, about four hundred years old.

Four hundred years was almost the limit for a Core Formation cultivator. If he hadn't succeeded in forming an Immortal Core, his passing wouldn’t have been surprising.

There was nothing anyone could do to change this fate. Duyin didn't tell her daughter to avoid delaying her cultivation; it was indeed a mother's concern.

Lin Xuan sighed and offered some comfort.

As evening approached, a vast mountain came into view.

Rising and falling, shrouded in mist, its grandeur was awe-inspiring. After a century, Lin Xuan finally returned to Biyun Mountain.

Due to the ongoing war in Youzhou, security had been tightened significantly. Thus, they were spotted by patrolling disciples before reaching Biyun Mountain.

After her husband passed away, Duyin had taken over as head of Tianhuang Sect; seeing her, the disciples rejoiced greatly and even more so when they heard that Senior Elder was returning with her.

As they greeted, they also sent out transmission scrolls. In just a short while, a dazzling light appeared from afar, and countless cultivators came to welcome them. To Lin Xuan's surprise, among them were several hundred disciples from Baixuan Pavilion.

They were here for a beautiful girl in emerald green attire.

Liu Xin!

This was not the main hall of Baixuan Pavilion; seeing this woman, Lin Xuan was surprised and more so delighted.

After a round of greetings, Lin Xuan entered the sect with the crowd of cultivators. The disciples then retreated.

Moon also helped Zheng Wei down to rest; hearing that her father had passed away, she was extremely heartbroken.

Moon felt sorry for her disciple and prepared to comfort her.

In the vast hall, only Lin Xuan and Liu Xin remained with Duyin.

"Congratulations on advancing to Separation and Union."

"Xin, let's not talk about this. Why did you come here? Did something happen?" Lin Xuan looked at the girl in front of him and spoke softly.

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