Longevity: Building A Tiandao Family From The World Of Cultivating Immortals

"The incoming person is not good! The weather in Fallen Cloud Town is about to change," said the shopkeeper with a worried expression.

Lu Changfeng's face returned to calm.

He was just an ordinary cultivator, harmless to humans and animals.

What does this have to do with him?

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In the newly purchased mansion of the Ye family, after a group of people busily tidied up the house, they went to the place where the Ye family ancestor lived to discuss how to settle down completely in Fallen Cloud Town.

The Ye family ancestor, with his cloudy old eyes, looked at the remaining less than one-tenth of the clan members. Just as he was about to speak, a jet of blood suddenly sprayed from his mouth, and his breath became extremely weak.

"Ancestor!"

"Grandfather!"

"Father!"

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The Ye family members shouted nervously, their voices filled with grief and tears.

The Ye family ancestor took a healing pill, and his breath slowly recovered, but he still looked very weak. He angrily said, "Our Ye family has been established in Feilong City for three hundred years and has never had any grudges with other clans. It's hateful that the Golden Sword Sect, in order to seize the Third Grade magic treasure left by our ancestors, falsely accused us of colluding with the demon race and wanting to exterminate our entire Ye family. Fortunately, I planted a spy in the Golden Sword Sect, so I learned about this news immediately and led the clan to escape."

"But what I didn't expect was that the steward who served me for fifty years turned out to be a spy from the Golden Sword Sect infiltrating the Ye family. I only hate myself for being blind and believing in him, which allowed the Ye family to be intercepted by the Golden Sword Sect on the way, resulting in heavy casualties among the clan members and me being seriously injured in battle, with a lifespan of no more than two years."

"Zhan'er!"

"Here, father."

A middle-aged man dressed in purple robes, with a mature and steady temperament, walked out of the crowd with a sad expression.

The Ye family ancestor coughed a few times and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Everyone present was extremely nervous.

"Your second uncle died in battle, and among the Ye family, your cultivation level is the highest, at the ninth level of Qi Refining. But I just observed the Chen family ancestor and found that although he is also at the ninth level of Qi Refining, his aura is almost approaching that of a Foundation Building Stage expert, very powerful. You are not his match. Moreover, the Chen family has taken root and multiplied in Fallen Cloud Town for many years, and their other strengths should not be underestimated."

"Although I am a cultivator at the Foundation Building Stage, I am seriously injured and unable to exert even a tenth of my former strength. If the Chen family ancestor discovers my bluff, although he won't act rashly, once I die in two years, the Chen family ancestor will definitely exterminate our Ye family. So from now on, the fate of the Ye family rests entirely on you."

"Zhan'er, come forward, come closer, I have something to tell you."

Ye Zhan stepped forward.

The Ye family ancestor whispered, "I have a method of refining corpses. After I die, you will refine my body into a Fire Corpse. The cultivation level of this corpse is equivalent to the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, but it can only keep the body from decaying for ten years. Zhan'er, I know you are filial and reluctant to refine my body into a Fire Corpse, but for the sake of the more than one hundred members of the Ye family, you must do it."

Ye Zhan's mind trembled, tears streaming down his face as he said in a sorrowful voice, "Father, once your body is refined into a corpse puppet, your soul will be completely destroyed, without even a chance for reincarnation. I can't do it."

The Ye family ancestor angrily said, "You must do it. Now the lives of more than one hundred members of the Ye family are in your hands. For the future of the Ye family, and for my most beloved granddaughter, Ye Qingxue, you must not be softhearted."

Ye Zhan turned around and looked at a graceful and beautiful girl in the crowd, her features like a painting. She nodded reluctantly.

The Ye family ancestor's old face revealed a relieved smile and sighed softly, "Don't be sad. There is no feast that doesn't end. From now on, you will be the head of the Ye family. You can no longer act like a little girl. You must stand tall and lead the Ye family to glory once again."

Ye Zhan immediately wiped away the tears on his face, and his expression brightened, returning to the mature and steady look he had just now.

At this moment, many peddlers appeared in the center of the town near Ye's house.

In the alley, Lu Changfeng looked at these peddlers walking back and forth, couldn't help but criticize their despicable acting, and walked into the house.

Bai Yuerou asked anxiously, "Husband, who were those people just now? The spiritual pressure almost made me unable to breathe."

Lu Changfeng comforted her, "A group of outsiders, wanting to seize control of Fallen Cloud Town. Don't worry, as long as we don't get involved in the struggle between these two major families, nothing will happen. As for who will be in charge of Fallen Cloud Town in the future, it doesn't affect us ordinary cultivators at all."

Bai Yuerou murmured, "The spiritual pressure was really strong. I guess the Chen family will lose. I hope the conflict between these two major families won't involve us innocent ordinary cultivators."

Lu Changfeng changed the subject and asked, "Has the takeout from Jinmanlou arrived? I'm a little hungry."

Bai Yuerou shook her head and said, "Maybe it's because of the group of outsiders just now. The food hasn't arrived yet."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

The waiter from Jinmanlou was waiting outside.

Lu Changfeng took the meal boxes one by one and began to eat heartily. The bullwhips made of flame made Lu Changfeng feel like he was on fire, and that night, Bai Yuerou was tossed and turned.

Afterwards, Lu Changfeng spent tens of thousands of spiritual stones to upgrade all eleven storage bags in his hand to high-level storage bags, increasing the space inside to fifty square meters, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Luo Tian brought a beautiful woman to Lu Changfeng's house, and they bowed heavily to Lu Changfeng and his wife. Luo Tian said, "Lian'er, this is Brother Lu, our adoptive parents. If he hadn't lent me a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, we wouldn't have been able to get married."

Huang Lian'er gratefully said, "Thank you, Brother Lu, Sister Bai."

Bai Yuerou smiled and said, "When are you getting married? I'll join in the celebration and share the joy."

Luo Tian replied, "Sister-in-law, Lian'er and I will get married in three days."

"Okay, we will definitely come in three days."

After Luo Tian and his wife left, Lu Changfeng hugged Bai Yuerou and gently said, "Our previous marriage was too hasty. Should I hold a grand wedding for you?"

Bai Yuerou refused, "Forget it. The situation in Fallen Cloud Town is so troublesome now. The two major cultivator families could erupt into conflict at any time. I don't want to show up and cause trouble for you."

Lu Changfeng whispered, "I'm sorry, Yuerou."

Bai Yuerou smiled beautifully and said, "A meal between us is worth hundreds of spiritual stones. Where is the feeling of being wronged? On the contrary, it makes others envy us."

"By the way, I sold all those puppet animals you made."

"How much did you sell them for?"

"One puppet for one low-grade spiritual stone, a total of two hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

"So many!"

Bai Yuerou took a deep breath, her eyes shining brightly.