Chapter 1132: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1132 Strange Feeling!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Feng Buhui looked at that message, pondering: "If it's a plea for help, that's fine.

What I fear is that it isn't a plea for help, but something else."

Hundred Li Hong turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"

Feng Buhui shrugged: "I'm just saying it casually, but Third Senior Brother has been missing for ten thousand years, and suddenly sent out news when the cosmic tide fluctuated for no apparent reason.

This timing is too coincidental."

Hundred Li Hong fell silent for a while, then slowly sat back down, speaking in a low voice: "Regardless, since it concerns Third Senior Brother's whereabouts, we cannot ignore it."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke in a deep voice: "This matter will be discussed when the cosmic tide truly erupts.

If Jun Wu Huo is still alive, I will personally bring him back.

If he is dead, I will make the Chaos Sea pay the price."

Silence fell in the quiet room for a moment.

Zhen Yuanzi did not continue the topic, his gaze sweeping over Hundred Li Hong and Feng Buhui, then suddenly asked: "How is your cultivation of the Big Dipper Returning Origin Scripture coming along?"

Big Dipper Returning Origin Scripture.

The untransmitted secret of the Big Dipper Xianfu, an immortal-tier cultivation method only direct disciples can access.

Looking across the Floating World Four Domains, cultivation methods that can rival it can be counted on one hand.

But likewise, the difficulty of cultivating this method is famously perverse.

Hearing this, Hundred Li Hong's expression changed instantly; he put down his teacup and sighed: "Eldest Senior Brother, you know me.

I've cultivated for tens of thousands of years and am still stuck at the sixth layer.

To advance another layer, I'm afraid I'll have to wait several thousand years."

Feng Buhui also shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "I'm about the same; this technique is easy to get into, but difficult to master.

Even for us so-called direct disciples, geniuses among geniuses, who knows how long it will take to reach full level."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded upon hearing this, without reproach.

He knew the difficulty of cultivating the Big Dipper Returning Origin Scripture better than anyone.

His own cultivation to the eighth layer came from tens of thousands of years of life-and-death tempering while guarding the Chaos Sea.

Such an opportunity, others could not envy.

When Zhen Yuanzi's gaze turned toward him, Xu Zhangqing spoke frankly: "Eldest Senior Brother, I am not cultivating the Big Dipper Returning Origin Scripture."

As soon as these words were spoken, Hundred Li Hong and Feng Buhui both looked at him.

Not the Big Dipper Returning Origin Scripture?

Hundred Li Hong asked with eyes full of surprise: "Did Master choose another cultivation method for you?"

For direct disciples of the Big Dipper Xianfu, cultivating the Big Dipper Returning Origin Scripture is almost an iron law.

From Eldest Senior Brother to Old Eighth Xunxian, without exception.

But at Old Ninth Xu Zhangqing's place, an exception was actually made?

Feng Buhui also became interested, leaning forward slightly, just about to ask "What cultivation method did Master give you," but the words had not yet left his mouth.

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly raised his hand, stopping him.

Feng Buhui was stunned, looking at Eldest Senior Brother in confusion.

Zhen Yuanzi's gaze was calm as water, his voice not loud, but carrying undeniable weight: "No need to ask; Master has his own intentions."

He glanced at Feng Buhui and Hundred Li Hong, then reminded: "This matter, you should inquire about it less in the future."

Hundred Li Hong and Feng Buhui exchanged a glance, a flash of astonishment in both their eyes.

Who is Zhen Yuanzi?

Big Dipper Xianfu's First Personal Disciple, decisive in killing, never wasting words.

Anything he actively stops must involve some level of taboo.

A glint of thoughtful light flashed in Feng Buhui's eyes.

Actually, from the very beginning, he had felt this Old Ninth was strange.

Clearly ordinary, and coming from a barren land like the Tianyuan Realm.

Yet it turned out he not only became the Ninth Direct Disciple under the Great Dao Venerable Seat,

but is now cultivating another cultivation method entirely.

Xu Zhangqing took in the reactions of Feng Buhui and Hundred Li Hong, yet his expression remained calm.

Zhen Yuanzi is Eldest Senior Brother; he doesn't know how much Zhen Yuanzi knows.

But obviously, he certainly knows more than Hundred Li Hong and Feng Buhui, which is beyond doubt.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Xu Ping'an and instructed: "Ping'an, prepare well these past few days.

Once the cosmic tide begins, it will be a series of hard battles.

Since you are my Zhen Yuanzi's disciple, you must be ready to go to the battlefield at any time."

Xu Ping'an immediately clasped his fists: "Master, rest assured, Disciple will certainly not drag everyone down."

"Dragging everyone down is not the problem."

Zhen Yuanzi gazed at him, a rare seriousness in his eyes: "The first time going to the Chaos Battlefield, coming back alive is the greatest skill."

Only by living does one have value.

Only by living can one enjoy life.

Only by living can one reach the end of the Great Dao.

This was his final conclusion after slaughtering tens of thousands of years.

Immediately, Zhen Yuanzi led the way out of the Quiet Room.

Hundred Li Hong and Feng Buhui, seeing this, also rose and followed.

When Feng Buhui reached the door, he suddenly turned to look at Xu Zhangqing: "Ninth Junior Brother, when you have free time another day, I'll come visit you."

Xu Zhangqing smiled slightly: "Welcome anytime."

Feng Buhui waved his hand, then strode away like a shooting star.

Only after the others had all dispersed did Xu Zhangqing bring Xu Ping'an out of the Quiet Room.

On the long corridor of the Yaoguang Star Foreign Affairs Office, the father and son walked side by side.

The starlight spilled outside the corridor was filtered by the Time Realm Barrier into a thin layer of silver sand, quietly spread beneath their feet.

Xu Zhangqing suddenly asked: "An'an, what is your first impression of him?"

Xu Ping'an knew who his father was asking about; he walked silently for a few steps, then raised his head, a hint of complexity in his eyes: "Very strange."

He paused, then continued: "Clearly it was our first meeting, and we hadn't spoken more than a few words, yet there was an indescribable feeling, as if we had known each other for a very long time."

He turned to look at Xu Zhangqing and asked: "Father, is this normal?"

In response, Xu Zhangqing showed a faint smile: "The path of cultivation is long; some things need not be rushed to understand."

"When the time comes to know, you will naturally know."

Hearing this, Xu Ping'an half-understood.

Xu Zhangqing reached out and patted his shoulder: "Today is a good day; your mother has already prepared the spiritual feast at home, and everyone is waiting for us to return."

Xu Ping'an hesitated, then asked: "Father, if there is enough time, I want to bring Yueyao, Mu'er, and Elder Sister Qingyao over before the cosmic tide arrives. What do you think?"

"Such an opportunity—I do not wish for them to miss it!"

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly: "Good."

Not long after.

The father and son returned to the manor.

Before entering the door, a rich aroma of spiritual feast drifted from within the courtyard walls, enough to make one's stomach growl.

Xu Ping'an's steps quickened noticeably.

Xu Zhangqing saw this and smiled, but said nothing.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the lamplight from the main hall shone through the window lattice into the courtyard.

A large table was set in the center, laden with spiritual feasts.

White mist formed from spiritual power swirled among the bowls and dishes; just smelling that aroma made one feel completely refreshed.

Ruo Qunshuang carried a steaming pot of spiritual mushroom stewed phoenix marrow out of the kitchen; seeing the father and son enter, a smile bloomed on her face: "Hurry and wash your hands, dinner is served!"