Chapter 187 The Greatest Luck

The fourth and fifth mouthfuls were bestowed upon the Enlightenment Tea Tree and the Ancient Spirit Apricot Tree respectively, while the sixth was given to the Ningshui Blue Lotus Throne. The current mouthful of Primordial Purple Qi was now the final 1 remaining within him.

As the Primordial Purple Qi merged into the treasure mirror, the artifact emitted a soft chime and instantly flew out of the artifact-forging cauldron.

Eldrin drew the mirror into his dantian. After a brief moment of sensing its energies, he discovered it possessed 2 divine abilities.

The first divine ability was naturally the Yuanci Treasure Light. This radiance was the bane of all metal-element divine abilities and magical treasures. Even those a full realm higher could be effortlessly subdued by it.

Even when facing a magical treasure 2 major realms higher, it could still exert significant influence, drastically diminishing its power.

Eldrin estimated that if this treasure mirror could reach the Purple Palace, Late Stage, it might even be capable of restraining a fourth-rank, metal-element flying sword magic treasure.

Beyond this ability, the treasure mirror had also naturally cultivated another supernatural power. This power could unleash a Primordial Yin-Yang Magnetic Light with annihilating properties, capable of directly disintegrating even the most formidable foes into calamity ashes. It stood as a first-rate offensive supernatural power.

"This second divine ability harnesses the power of Yin-Yang Primordial Magnetism, capable of disintegrating and tearing apart opponents. Hence, it shall be named ‘Yin-Yang Primordial Magnetic Annihilation Radiance’."

"This mirror is the 'Yin-Yang Eldrin Magnetic Treasure Mirror', henceforth referred to as the Eldrin Magnetic Mirror."

A faint smile graced Eldrin’s lips. The Magnetic Treasure Mirror had unexpectedly bestowed him with an additional supernatural power, granting him 1 more means of attack.

However, although the power of this 'Yin-Yang Primordial Magnetism Annihilation Divine Light' was exceptionally formidable, it was ultimately an auxiliary magical treasure. After each activation, it required 3 years to accumulate sufficient energy, and thus could only be used as a final trump card.

After successfully refining the magical treasure and receiving an unexpected delight, Eldrin emerged from his secluded cultivation chamber in high spirits.

After emerging from the seclusion chamber, he happened to discover that several peach trees had undergone advancement at some unknown time.

He carefully inspected the area and discovered that a total of 9 peach trees had advanced into spiritual peach trees, reaching the lower grade of the first tier.

Although these spirit peach trees were not Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) and lacked the profound wonders of the ancestral spirit peach tree, they had become genuine spiritual trees whose fruits could enhance the cultivation of Qi Refining cultivators.

Eldrin gazed at the peach grove, silently deducing for a moment before roughly comprehending the reason these 9 peach trees had advanced in rank.

As the spirit peach tree advanced to the third rank, 9 of its saplings also received a fraction of the mother tree's grace, ascending to become lower-grade first-rank spirit trees.

"Unless the spirit peach tree advances to the fourth rank, it can only produce up to 9 spirit trees at most. Moreover, their foundations grow as slowly as ordinary spirit trees—it may take hundreds of years before they even reach the second rank."

He furrowed his brow, then shook his head with a wry smile. "How exceedingly rare a Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) is to find. Even a lower-grade first-rank spirit tree would be considered quite a treasure."

"With these 9 first-grade low-tier spirit trees, the clan will have another specialty product from now on, which is quite a decent harvest."

Lost in these thoughts, he no longer paid any mind to these low-grade spirit peach trees.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month had passed.

The Verdant Chariot Mountain was bustling with extraordinary festivities this day. The entire Chen Clan had adorned their halls with vibrant decorations, while the clan's cultivators beamed with radiant smiles.

Many renowned Foundation Establishment cultivators from the border provinces had gathered here, each wearing expressions of restraint as they gazed with undisguised envy and yearning.

The Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) had ascended to become a Violet Mansion Immortal Clan, and in an astonishingly short span of time, produced 2 Violet Mansion cultivators—a development that sent shockwaves throughout the entire Border Province.

Even the other 8 prefectures of the Chu Kingdom had heard whispers, knowing that the Chen Immortal Clan had risen to prominence and stepped onto the stage of the Chu Kingdom.

Lior stood before the mountain gate of Verdant Chariot Mountain, beaming with pride as he greeted guests. After escorting a Foundation Establishment cultivator inside, he casually inquired of the person beside him.

"Have you all committed it to memory?"

"Noted."

Beside him, Chen Seraphina (Person Name) nodded softly and whispered, "All 30-1 Foundation Establishment clans from Bianzhou have arrived. The gifts from the 13 clans of Yu County are particularly lavish—each likely worth no less than 1,000 spirit stones."

Among them, the gifts from the Mu Family and the Meng Family were by far the most lavish.

"Hmm." Lior's expression remained unchanged as he added, "Remember everything clearly. We mustn't make any mistakes when preparing reciprocal gifts next time."

"Understood."

She nodded, and Lior (Person Name) continued, "Judging by the hour, the 3 great Violet Manor immortal clans should arrive soon. Go and have the rear make preparations."

Meanwhile, in a simple courtyard chamber nestled within the secluded back hills of Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location),

Eldrin gazed at the figure lying on the bed, instinctively clutching his hand as her face turned deathly pale. She whispered,

"Uncle Qingxu…"

Upon the bed, Chen Qingxu’s aged face was as pale as paper, clearly hovering at the brink of death.

This Grand Elder had guarded Pingyang City for the family for many years in his youth. Over the past few decades, he had remained at Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location) to enlighten the Chen Clan disciples—1 could say he had devoted his entire life to the family.

Before he knew it, decades had slipped by, and his lifespan had already reached 1 100 and 20 years.

At this moment, a gentle smile graced Chen Qingxu's lips, his expression carrying a touch of benevolence and tranquility. He softly patted Eldrin's hand and spoke with serene composure.

"Little Eldrin (Person Name), in the blink of an eye, you've already reached 60 years of age."

"Do you still remember that year when you came to Pingyang City and joined me in completely eradicating the demonic scourge from our clan? Who would have thought over 40 years would pass in the blink of an eye."

"Uncle Qingxu, where is the Spirit Apricot?"

Eldrin's eyes reddened slightly, his fingers trembling faintly.

Since the ancient Spirit Apricot Tree advanced in rank, it bore its first crop of spirit apricots in the initial year, thereafter yielding a harvest every 3 years. By now, it had produced 3 full cycles of spirit apricots, amounting to a total of 9 second-grade spirit apricots.

He had set aside 3 of these spirit apricots for Chen Qingxu and Chen Qinghe each. By all reasoning, Chen Qingxu should have had at least another 30 years to live—so how had he reached this critical juncture, hovering on the brink of death?

“Eldrin (Person Name)。”

Chen Qingxu held Eldrin’s hand gently and shook his head calmly. “To me, living another 30 years holds no meaning anymore.”

"Give it to someone in greater need. Perhaps another decade of accumulated longevity will be the key to their Foundation Establishment success?"

Eldrin finally understood. He had given the Spirit Apricots to a few junior clansmen of the Nian generation, none older than 70. Among the clan's 13 Foundation Establishment cultivators, Chen Nianzhen's ability to establish his foundation at 60-1 was precisely due to that single Spirit Apricot bestowed by Chen Qingxu.

It was just that Eldrin was far away in the Yan Kingdom at the time and unaware of the exact timing of Chen Nianzhen's Foundation Establishment.

The Grand Elder wore a faint smile, his expression tinged with a sense of relief. "Compared to Uncle Changyan, and to Qingmeng and Qinghe, I have been far more fortunate in this lifetime."

"They have waited below for far too long. This is the perfect opportunity for me to descend and inform them of our clan's ascension to a Purple Mansion immortal lineage—to deliver this news to the ancestral spirits of the Chen Family."

"Listen, look—how bustling it is outside."

"Even the Zi Mansion Immortal Clan must come to our Chen Family with courtesy to offer congratulations. This was a scene I once only dreamed of."

"To witness this day with my own eyes... perhaps this is my greatest fortune..."

His voice gradually faded, until it fell silent without notice.

Father.

Beside them, the 100-year-old Chen Nianyang knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his aged face as he wept bitterly.

"Uncle Qingxu."

Eldrin gripped the Elder's hand, his throat parched and fingers trembling slightly as a profound sense of powerlessness washed over his heart.

Fearing the twilight of heroes, dreading the dusk of prodigies.

No matter how dazzling his talents, before the cycle of life and death, he ultimately remained utterly powerless.

He gripped Chen Qingxu's hand tightly, desperate to retain his fading soul, yet it changed nothing.

Chapter 1: Rebirth of the Immortal Sovereign The sky tore asunder, crimson lightning dancing across the firmament. Chu Xuan, the once-revered Immortal Sovereign, felt his primordial spirit shatter under the devastating power of the 9 Heavens Divine Tribulation. "To think I, who have cultivated for 3 1000 years, would fall at the final heavenly tribulation..." A bitter smile touched his fading consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, the celestial energy that had once coursed through his veins was gone. He found himself in a dilapidated wooden hut, his body that of a 15-year-old youth. "Brother Xuan, you're awake!" A girl's voice, clear as spring water, rang out. Su Qingxue (Person Name) rushed to his bedside, her eyes red-rimmed. "You've been unconscious for 3 days after the clan's aptitude test..." Memories flooded back - he was now Chu Xuan, a discarded disciple of the Chu Clan, his spiritual roots shattered, his cultivation destroyed. Chu Xuan closed his eyes, sensing the faint spiritual energy in the air. "So I've returned to the Azure Cloud Realm, 1 100 years before my fall." A cold light flashed in his eyes. Those who had betrayed him, those who had schemed against him - they were all still alive. The Violet Palace Realm, the Netherworld Sect... He would settle every debt. "Don't worry, Qingxue." His voice carried an ancient wisdom that belied his youthful form. He produced a jade slip from his tattered robe - the very 1 that had accompanied his rebirth. "This is the [Primordial Chaos Scripture] (Cultivation Method)," he whispered. "With it, I shall reclaim everything that was mine." Sitting cross-legged, he began guiding the sparse spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his meridians. The shattered spiritual roots that would have doomed any other cultivator began to miraculously regenerate under the influence of the supreme technique. By dawn, a faint glow surrounded his body. He had reached the first level of Qi Refining. "The path to immortality is long and fraught with peril," he murmured, gazing at the rising sun. "But this time, I shall tread it perfectly." Outside the window, the first light of morning painted the clouds in hues of gold and purple. Somewhere in the distance, a phoenix cried, its call echoing through the mountains as if heralding the return of a king.