Immortal Path Evergreen

Tang Yisheng's father, Tang Shaoyang, had been a guest official of the Zhang family for decades. At that time, the Zhang family was not strong enough and did not have the strength to help him search for spiritual objects to open up the Purple Palace.

Tang Shaoyang barely broke through a bottleneck, and soon passed away after being seriously injured.

Tang Yisheng grew up in the Zhang family and was raised by his mother. He became a disciple of Zhang Zhixuan after he was thirty years old. Eighty years have passed since then.

Seeing Tang Yisheng open up the Purple Palace, Zhang Zhixuan, the master, was also very pleased. He nodded and said: "After several years of seclusion, Yisheng finally got what he wanted. During the years when you were in seclusion and broke through, the power of the sect has been shrinking, and your parents' ashes have been moved from Heishan to the Zhang family cemetery on Tiantai Peak. Since you have opened up the Purple Palace, go back this time to pay tribute to fellow Taoist Tang and comfort his spirit in heaven."

Zhang Zhixuan took out two fourth-level magic tools from the storage bag, gave the Xuanhuo Sword to Tang Yisheng, and gave the Golden Rhino Lamp to Wu Ruibao.

Both of these items are fourth-grade high-quality magic tools, of extraordinary quality, and are worth about 20,000 spiritual stones.

In the past, Zhang Zhixuan bestowed fourth-grade low-quality magic tools on his disciples and relatives.

The main reason why he was so caring for the two this time was that they did not rely on his external force to break through the Purple Mansion.

Tang Yisheng's parents were both foundation-building cultivators, and they left him a sum of resources before they died.

He was a cultivator with different spiritual roots, and he was better than Kang Duhe in terms of luck and backing. He used the Ziyang Warm Jade to open the Purple Mansion in one go when he broke through for the first time.

Tang Yisheng prepared all the spiritual objects he needed to open the Purple Mansion by himself. Except for the guidance on the skills and experience, this disciple almost did not need Zhang Zhixuan to worry about it, and he successfully cultivated to this point.

Wu Ruibao was taken care of by his father and had his own Taoist inheritance. He could be considered as a disciple with skills, and he did not need Zhang Zhixuan's help to open the Purple Mansion.

Zhang Zhixuan always treated his disciples equally, so he gave them an excellent magic tool.

Although he knew that the Wu brothers and sisters did not lack the tools to protect the way, the Golden Rhino Lamp in Wu Ruibao's hands might be covered in dust and might not be used as it should be.

Except for Yu Wancheng, the five disciples under his tutelage have all arrived. Before the retreat, Zhang Zhixuan always had to fulfill his responsibility as a teacher and explain some of the difficulties in the exercises and the experience of cultivation for them.

Just after a few days of talking, Zhang Zerui hurried to his cave, and soon Sihong and Lan Niang hurried over. Sihong's face turned pale, and the sadness in his heart could not be hidden.

Seeing the state of the three people, Zhang Zhixuan felt bad and blurted out: "What's wrong? What happened? Is it Sijin or Tonghuai?"

Although the Zhang family has developed very fast in recent years, many young foundation-building cultivators have emerged, and the old ones have also reached the last moment of their lives.

Sijin and Tonghuai are already very old, about ten years older than the age of the patriarch, and they may die at any time.

Yuantai, Guangyang, and Shenggao are all over 200 years old, which is considered to be a long life. They may die at any time.

Even Zerui, who is of the Ze generation, is almost 190 years old.

Although they are relatives of Zhang Zhixuan, they are not lucky in spiritual roots, and Zhang Zhixuan is not able to support them to the Purple Palace.

Zhang Zerui knelt on his knees, kowtowed to Zhang Zhixuan, and cried: "Reporting to the ancestor, old aunt Sijin passed away yesterday!"

Zhang Zhixuan was stunned when he heard the news.

He was mature at a young age, and his relationship with his brothers of the same generation was not very close.

When he was young, the people closest to him in the family, besides Qingchan and Hanyan, were the old patriarch and several uncles.

When he opened up the Purple Palace in his prime, his nephews and nieces, such as Sidao, Sihong, and Sijin, became his left and right arms.

Sijin's generation of cultivators had many intersections with Zhang Zhixuan. He watched them grow up, taught them carefully when they were young, and helped them when they were building their foundation.

They experienced the war of Chaoyin Mountain together, participated in many wars, and spent a hundred years in a daze.

They had similar temperaments and were much closer than brothers of the same generation.

When he came back from Qingli Sea and formed a golden elixir, he had rarely come into contact with low-level cultivators in the family.

In the eyes of these young family cultivators, he, the ancestor, had become a family legend and a symbolic figure.

The feelings between them were so little that they might not recognize each other if they met on the road.

The news of Sijin's death made Zhang Zhixuan feel sad.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled the old patriarch, the faces of his ninth uncle, fourth uncle, fifteenth uncle, and aunt Mengqin.

Even his father, who was ignorant in his memory, remembered his voice, appearance and smile clearly in an instant.

Zhang Zhixuan's life span was already 260 years old. After more than 200 years, his relatives in childhood and friends in youth had already entered the loess.

Even the younger generations of the family who were younger than him could not survive the baptism of time and passed away before him.

How repressed is this feeling? How uncomfortable is it?

Zhang Zhixuan suppressed his feelings, put down the jade slip in his hand, and said to several disciples: "That's all for today. I have family affairs to deal with. You can go and do your own things!"

After sending several disciples away, Zhang Zhixuan sent a sound transmission talisman to Qingchan and Hanyan, and then took the three purple mansions of the Zhang family and more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators on the teleportation array to return to the underground cave in Lingjing Mountain.

After Ze Rui opened up the purple mansion, the Tiantai Peak family already had a purple mansion cultivator guarding it.

Because Ze Rui practiced the Pure Yang Treasure Book, he could get guidance from Zhang Zhixuan and did not need to rely on Qingxuan Sect for help in his skills.

However, in terms of cultivation resources, the Tiantai Peak family cannot produce purple mansion-level spiritual objects.

Ze Rui can only follow Zhang Zhixuan and others and become a guest official of Qingxuan Sect, but his focus is still mostly on the family.

Before Si Jin died, he was ready to let him take over his position and even wrote to Zhang Zhixuan to communicate.

But Ze Rui was unwilling to go beyond Si Jin, the old aunt.

Now Si Jin has passed away, although in terms of seniority, there are still a few people in the family who are ahead of Ze Rui.

However, their bodies are trembling and they can't hold on for too long.

For the stability of the family, the next acting clan leader must be Ze Rui.

After Zhang Zhixuan returned to Tiantai Peak, he looked at Si Jin's old face and turned to Tong Huai and asked, "Did your aunt leave any last words?"

Tong Huai is a few years older than Si Jin. He walks with a stagger and speaks a little slurred. He may turn into a pile of yellow earth at any time.

Tong Huai was meticulous and assisted Si Jin as housekeeper without any mistakes. In recent years, Tiantai Peak has basically been run by these two old monks.

"Reporting to my uncle, Aunt Si Jin was stronger than me a few days ago, but she died after waking up without leaving any words."

Zhang Zhixuan looked at Si Jin's peaceful face and sighed, "It is a kind of happiness for a person to die peacefully on the bed in this life.

Not even half of our elders died on the bed. Even my father's body was gone. Most of the elders buried in the cemetery are cenotaphs. I am afraid that no one will collect their bodies if they are left outside."