Chapter 143: Father's Gratitude

Under the heavenly tribulation, Father lay on the ground, still alive.

His whole body was like black charcoal, the skin on his body all cracked open; if it weren't for that last breath, Chen Chuyang would have thought Father was killed by the heavenly tribulation.

"You're still alive, Father."

Chen Yuan strained to open his eyes, gave Chen Chuyang a white-eye look; the joy of having survived the tribulation vanished in an instant—this son just wants to eat his meal, truly a good son.

Only a biological son could do that, think that way.

"Hahaha, don't look at me like that, I'm scared, Father. I'm not trying to mooch a meal; I just want to ask if you can still move."

Chen Yuan gave his good son another white-eye look; if he could move, he'd get up and give this son a few heavy blows—truly, he had never wanted to beat this little son so much, it's really infuriating, really angering.

Chen Chuyang didn't care, he reached out to touch and check; the inner elixir had successfully condensed, and its grade seemed not low.

Then he took out a Hundred Herbs Pill and shoved it in, regardless of whether Father agreed or not, forcing it in.

Chen Yuan just watched his son feed him the pill; the Hundred Herbs Pill's effect was good, a stream of pure energy repaired his body, that outer layer of skin began to peel off slowly, that inner elixir was like seeing a spiritual spring, greedily sucking it up, like a person who had walked three days and three nights in the desert seeing a spring, not worrying about anything else, just drinking.

The Hundred Herbs Pill's medicinal effect took effect quickly; Father's skin peeled off, black grime fell away, revealing the flesh-and-blood skin underneath.

After shedding his skin and condensing the elixir, Father from then on had a five-hundred-year lifespan; he no longer needed to worry about lifespan or his body.

Seeing Father recover a bit, Chen Chuyang glanced around, still feeling unsafe.

With one hand grabbing Father's collar, he directly carried him back.

The Primordial Bell followed back to Chen Chuyang's dantian, continuing to nurture; Elder Xinran followed along.

She also wanted to see what grade of inner elixir Chen Yuan had condensed, and at the same time wanted to spar with Chen Chuyang in swordsmanship.

After they left, that oppressive pressure disappeared; many hidden people and demon beasts appeared in that place, leaving nothing behind; these people lingered for a while, then all left.

On Longshe Mountain.

Chen Yuan regained some spirit and could stand up.

He excitedly said, "Son, I've successfully condensed the elixir, hehe."

He laughed so happily.

His teeth were all showing.

Chen Chuyang also felt happy for Father; condensing the elixir—that was Father's dream; today it was finally completed, earlier than he had hoped; Father originally planned to condense the elixir on his deathbed, never expecting it to happen so quickly.

Elder Xinran stood to the side, silent, his gaze sweeping over Chen Yuan; just condensing the elixir, yet worth such happiness.

But people from these small clans are all like that; being able to condense the elixir, they're already content.

Condensing the elixir, in many sects, is nothing—just coming and going in cultivation, not considered a strong one.

But in Longshe Cheng, if you don't count Chen Chuyang, Chen Yuan is the sole elixir‑condensation cultivator in Longshe Cheng.

The value of that is self‑evident.

Father, who had been happy for half an hour, calmed down and returned to sit in front of Chen Chuyang.

"Father, what grade is the inner elixir?"

Chen Yuan laughed, "Seven."

Hearing that, Chen Chuyang nodded in satisfaction; a seven‑grade inner elixir, about what he had expected—this was already the limit of Father's body; if Chen Chuyang hadn't intervened, suppressing again and again, at most it would have been fourth grade.

Being able to reach seventh grade was indeed beyond Chen Chuyang's expectation; at least, it counts as an upper‑three‑grade inner elixir.

Chen Yuan was also satisfied; a seven‑grade inner elixir—higher than he had dared hope—naturally he was happy.

He knew what a seven‑grade inner elixir represented, and knew the concrete meaning of condensing this inner elixir; in the future, he would definitely not stop at the elixir‑condensation realm, hoping to pursue higher realms.

Elder Xinran's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at Chen Yuan; according to what he knew, Chen Yuan didn't seem to have the bone structure to condense a seven‑grade inner elixir, his talent—Elder Xinran still knew a bit—but now he actually managed to condense a seven‑grade inner elixir.

This is too……

A seven‑grade inner elixir, an upper‑three‑grade inner elixir—in the Spirit Sword Sect also counts as a genius‑level figure, who would receive the sect's focused cultivation; even, if he performed outstandingly, becoming the next sect master is not impossible.

No sect would miss a seven‑grade inner elixir genius; that's visible talent, also worth the sect's investment.

Back then, the inner elixir she condensed was eighth grade, one level higher than Chen Yuan; back then it caused a sensation in the Spirit Sword Sect, instantly becoming a prominent figure there, and because of that, the sect doubled its investment in her, and so……

"A seven‑grade inner elixir is not bad; my efforts weren't wasted."

"Thank you, son."

Chen Yuan deeply thanked Chen Chuyang; without this son, whether the elixir condensation would succeed is one matter, let alone condensing a seven‑grade inner elixir.

That's a seven‑grade inner elixir, Chen Yuan is content.

This son changed his fate, and also changed the future of the Chen Clan.

Chen Chuyang's contributions to the Chen Clan, to their family, are plain for all to see.

"Between father and son, we don't talk about that."

"No, as a father I still want to properly thank you, son." Chen Yuan isn't that stubborn a father; whatever he should be, he is.

"Dignity, face—how much money could that be worth?"

Without a son, there would be no his current achievements; he won't forget that.

"Alright, alright, you're making me feel awkward."

"Hehe."

Chen Yuan gave a foolish smile, rubbed his head, sat down, and began to regulate his breath.

Feeling his own realm, having just advanced to elixir condensation, he needed to stabilize his cultivation.

Only then did Elder Xinran come to his senses, looking at Chen Chuyang; that gaze contained many kinds of emotion.

Complex and shocking.

"You…… how did you do that?"

As everyone knows, a person's bone structure and talent are basically fixed.

Unless one encounters a heavenly treasure, it cannot be changed.

The condensation of the inner elixir depends on many factors; Elder Xinran naturally knows this, but most still attribute it to one's own bone structure and talent, which can be changed, but only slightly.

What means did Chen Chuyang use to get this far? Elder Xinran was very curious and also wanted to know the specifics.

Although it was rather presumptuous, she still spoke up to ask.

"Having hands is enough."

Elder Xinran: "……"

She fell completely silent.

She had nothing to say.

At this moment, Elder Xinran looked at Chen Chuyang, not knowing what to say.

Chen Chuyang laughed and waved his hand: "It's simple—just having hands is enough; if you want to know, I can tell you."

Chen Chuyang briefly outlined two points, which many people know; whether they can do it is their own business.

Anyway, he did it.

Upon hearing that answer, it was just to strengthen the basics, solidify the basics—nothing more.

Elder Xinran remained silent on the spot; everyone knows this matter, but maybe they can't do it—that's another story.

It's not that nobody has tried; the result is still not like that.