Chapter 804: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 804: The Luo River Is No More!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The night deepened, moonlight like water.

Xu Zhangqing sat on a stone bench, gazing calmly at his youngest son.

The father and son stood facing each other, the atmosphere instantly turning solemn.

Xu Ping'an could feel the scrutiny and concern in his father's gaze; though he himself was a rare Heaven-grade Golden Core, and even at the same realm as the other man.

Yet before his father, he instinctively felt a trace of fear, not daring to act rashly.

After a long while, Xu Zhangqing slowly opened his mouth, his voice somewhat low: "Ping'an, do you know what condensing a Heaven-grade Golden Core means?"

Xu Ping'an bowed: "My son knows; it means responsibility, and it also means danger."

"Correct."

Xu Zhangqing nodded: "Heaven-grade Golden Cores appear infinitely glorious, but in reality are fraught with danger."

From now on, you will be watched by countless people.

Within the immortal sects, some envy you; outside the immortal sects, sects such as Longhu and Yao Yue will also regard you as a thorn in their side.

They will constantly compare you with geniuses like Lei Yuan and Fenglong.

If you are strong, they will openly court you and flatter you.

If you are weak, they will look down on you, and even suppress you."

Xu Ping'an opened his mouth, for a moment not knowing what to say.

Although he had said more than once that from the moment he chose the Heaven-grade Golden Core, he had already made all preparations, ready to block soldiers with generals and earth with water.

But reality was often unpredictable, not even giving time to react.

Xu Zhangqing instructed: "The tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

The greater your fame, the more people pay attention to you, and the more people who scheme against you and plot against you. The Tianyuan Realm has never been a peaceful place; those sects, in order to seize geniuses and plunder resources, will use any means.

You must remain vigilant at all times and cannot be the slightest bit careless."

Xu Ping'an's heart jolted: "My son understands."

"Good that you understand."

Xu Zhangqing looked at him, his eyes full of concern: "Talent and aptitude are merely a stepping stone; to establish oneself in the Tianyuan Realm, to go further, talent alone is not enough."

You need caution, you need forbearance, you need to constantly improve your strength."

When your strength is so great that the Dongyu, even the entire Tianyuan Realm, dare not look down on you, only then can you truly control your own fate."

Xu Ping'an looked at the earnestness in his father's eyes, a warm current surging in his heart: "Father, rest assured, my son remembers your teachings and dares not be the slightest bit lax!"

Xu Zhangqing looked at his son's determined eyes, stood up and patted his shoulder: "Alright, let's not talk about these depressing things."

Go keep your mother company; she has been worried about you for a long time."

"Yes."

Xu Ping'an responded, turned and walked into the house.

Under the moonlight, Xu Zhangqing watched his son's back, motionless for a long time.

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Ten thousand li away, Luo River.

This place was once home to a famous clan of the Tianyuan Realm, the Luo River Bei Clan.

But now, this prosperous land had become a hell on earth.

Ruined walls and broken tiles were everywhere, the air filled with a strong smell of blood and a burnt stench.

Countless corpses lay scattered on the ground, old and young, all local natives.

Many had not yet breathed their last, their four limbs twitching in pools of blood, their throats making hoarse sounds.

They struggled to crawl toward the distance, but in despair swallowed their last breath.

A group of people dressed in black robes, with cold auras, moved through the ruins.

It seemed they were searching for something.

These people were all spirit insect cultivators controlled by the Wu Sheng Chong Mu.

Several Bei clansmen hid behind walls, their eyes burning with vengeful anger, magic tools and spirit tools activating one after another, taking advantage of the other side's unpreparedness to launch an ambush.

But they didn't even touch the corner of a robe; in the blink of an eye, their chests were pierced by black qi unleashed by the spirit insect cultivators.

At the very front of this group of spirit insect cultivators stood a tall man, who had nine heads; the one in the exact center was a human head, while the other eight were all ferocious and terrifying insect heads.

The four on the left were respectively the Devouring Heart Gu Head, Ink Jade Centipede Head, Red Silk Bee Head, and Poison Whisker Spider Head.

The four on the right were the Rotten Bone Moth Head, Ghost Face Snail Head, Green Flame Centipede Head, and Devouring Blood Ant Head.

Each was covered in a hard shell, and as their mouthparts opened and closed, sticky saliva dripped down, corroding charred pits wherever it landed on the ground.

The eight insect heads were arranged in a staggered pattern, sometimes turning, sometimes emitting "hissing" insect cries, enough to make one's scalp tingle just listening.

This person was precisely a capable subordinate under the Wu Sheng Chong Mu, the Nine-Headed Insect.

His strength was so great that he once single-handedly bloodbathed the Yaoguang Nine Domains.

Yet unexpectedly, he had now come to the Luo River.

The Nine-Headed Insect's gaze swept over the ruins before him; the eight insect heads on both sides showed no reaction, but the human head in the middle, its gaze instead revealed a trace of indescribable complexity.

Vaguely, it seemed mixed with a trace of "nostalgia."

A Spirit Insect Cultivator walked quickly to the Nine-Headed Insect's side, bowed, and reported in a fawning tone: "My Lord, all those of the Luo River who could be recruited have been recruited; those who resisted have all been cleaned up."

The Nine-Headed Insect opened its mouth, its voice slightly hoarse: "What about the Bei Clan?"

The Spirit Insect Cultivator beside him hurriedly answered: "Regardless of Main Lineage or Branch Family Member, all who could be caught have been caught."

As soon as the words fell, a stooped figure walked out; this person was one of the Bei Clan's Main Lineage, named Bei Chuan Cang. He lowered his head, his spine bent like a dried shrimp, his voice full of terror: "I am willing to submit to the Spirit Insect Mother and serve like a dog or horse!"

Speaking, he shuffled step by step to the front of the Nine-Headed Insect, both hands raised high, assuming a completely defenseless posture.

But in reality, he had a Magic Tool hidden in his sleeve, named the Bone-Piercing Nail.

It specializes in breaking the Divine Soul; once it pierces flesh and blood it cannot be easily shaken off.

Bei Chuan Cang shuffled to the front of the Nine-Headed Insect; at the instant he flung out the Bone-Piercing Nail, that Devouring Heart Gu Head on the Nine-Headed Insect's left side suddenly turned around.

Blood-red compound eyes abruptly lit up with a strange red light; from its mouth it sprayed a streak of crimson saliva, the saliva transformed in mid-air into a red thread, instantly winding around Bei Chuan Cang's wrist.

Hum!

Bei Chuan Cang only felt a burst of agony in his Divine Sense, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at his Divine Soul; his magic power instantly stagnated, and he was even unable to control the Bone-Piercing Nail.

The Nine-Headed Insect said disdainfully: "Self-righteous ants!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Bei Chuan Cang instantly stared wide-eyed: "It... it's you!"

Two words squeezed out from his throat, carrying indescribable shock and fear.

Before the words fell, the corner of his mouth overflowed with black-purple blood water — the sign of the Devouring Heart Gu poison invading the Divine Soul.

Then with a "putong" sound, the corpse fell powerlessly.

The Nine-Headed Insect's voice was icy cold, not carrying a trace of emotion: "It is I!"

The Spirit Insect Cultivator beside him asked: "My Lord, what do we do next?"

The Nine-Headed Insect said indifferently: "Thoroughly destroy this place."

"Yes!"

The Spirit Insect Cultivator shivered, then turned to relay the order.

Soon, streaks of Black Qi soared into the sky.

If one observed carefully, one would discover those were swarms of dense black insects.

These are the Strange Insects "born" by the Wu Sheng Chong Mu, named Wu Sheng Bone-Eating Worms.

Their Body Type is extremely small; adults are only the size of a needle tip.

Entirely Black Color, the insect shells gleam with a dull luster.

The insect body has seven segments; each segment's two sides each grow a pair of black short feet thin as hair, the foot tips bearing extremely fine reverse hooks, able to firmly adhere to any Material surface.

The head has a pair of Dark Red compound eyes; the pupils reveal fragmented bloody light.

The mouthparts are ring-shaped sawteeth; the edges are covered with sharp tooth blades difficult for the Naked Eye to distinguish.

When biting they emit a "zizi" sound that makes one's teeth ache, like metal friction.

When appearing in groups, they gather into a thick black insect tide, twisting and changing like a living thing; where they cover they form a layer of heavy "black blanket".

Where they pass, everything is chewed to bits and corroded.

Seeing this scene, the Nine-Headed Insect first closed its eyes; when it opened them again, the complex colors in its eyes disappeared, replaced by endless indifference!