I Built A Family Of Immortal Cultivators

Chapter 173: The Old Story of Bilin River (Part 2)

This greatly frightened the Zhao family. If Zhou Xiu died, their Zhao family would be completely finished. However, Zhou Xiu was already beyond saving.

Zhou Xiu was quite carefree. Before he died, he told Zhao Xiu that it would be best for the Zhao family to leave with him after his death. Facing the Wang family now, they were already no match. As for the Li family that existed in the past, they had long been swallowed up by the impatient Wang family. The Bilin River, which was originally divided among three families, was now mostly occupied by the Wang family. The Zhao family couldn't compare to their power. Zhao Xiu nodded in agreement.

In addition, before Zhou Xiu died, he spoke many heartfelt words to Zhao Xiu. He said that he had given up after being unable to make a breakthrough for a long time. It was only because Zhao Xiu made a breakthrough that he decided to try again, and unexpectedly succeeded. In the ups and downs of life, he began to see many things in a different light. For so many years, he had always sincerely wanted what was best for the Zhao family. It was just a pity that he wouldn't live to see that day.

Listening to this, Zhao Xiu was in tears, but no matter how he tried to persuade Zhou Xiu, he still died. He died with a hint of unwillingness, and the Zhao family gave him a grand burial.

In fact, with Zhou Xiu's talent, it was highly likely that he could have made a breakthrough to the mid-stage. If he had succeeded, it was uncertain who would have the surname and name of the Bilin River.

However, the increasingly chaotic situation in Zhao Country was not favorable for him. Coupled with the timely suppression from the Wang family, which consumed his efforts and depleted his spiritual stones, he could only take the path of forcefully breaking through with pills.

As a result, he failed. Fortunately, the failure was not complete. After his death, the people of the Zhao family shed tears for him.

A grain of dust from the era becomes a mountain on an individual's head. The instability of Zhao Country weighed heavily on the Zhao family and Zhou Xiu. It was like a death sentence.

After Zhou Xiu's death, there was a period of stability for two years. Both the Zhao family and Zhao Xiu were somewhat relieved, thinking that the Wang family wouldn't dare to make a move. Unexpectedly, the Wang family restored the spiritual vein of the Bilin River from the first-grade to the lower second-grade. Faced with the Zhao family, they couldn't hold back anymore. Zhao Xiu could only escape with a few remaining family cultivators. However, after gaining the territory and foundation of the Zhao family, the Wang family didn't completely exterminate them.

There seemed to be a sense of pity. After all, they had lived together for so many years, drinking from the same bowl of water. They were not strangers.

Of course, only the Foundation Building cultivators of the Wang family knew the most crucial factor. Over the years, they had eliminated all the talented cultivators of the Zhao family. The ones left behind were those who couldn't break through to Foundation Building, so they were not a concern. The Wang family still needed to use these people. On the surface, his attitude was not to exterminate them. The Wang family was very benevolent.

Afterwards, Zhao Xiu had nowhere else to go, so he brought these few people to the Lin family's gathering place. He wanted to see Lin Qing.

After hearing Zhao Xiu's words, Lin Qing thought of the formation books and notes left by his ancestors. He softened his heart and said, "From now on, you can stay in the Lin family's gathering place. This journey has not been easy. In the future, Zhao Country will probably become even more chaotic. I can't guarantee anything else, but as long as I, Lin Qing, am here, I can ensure the safety of you few."

"Thank you, Senior Lin," Zhao Xiu knelt down and said.

Lin Qing sighed inwardly. This promise of his wouldn't last long. Zhao Xiu was already on the verge of death. How long could he stay? The few people he brought with him were not young anymore, and they all had Five Spiritual Roots. How many more years could they live?

Just now, Zhao Xiu also mentioned that their family had descendants with Three Spiritual Roots, but unfortunately, they had already died. To be honest, this could only be the work of the Wang family, but the Zhao family was powerless. Today, when he saw Lin Qing, Lin Qing could only listen to a story.

As for the matters between the Zhao and Wang families, after the fifteen-year deadline passed, it had nothing to do with him anymore. Even if the entire Zhao family was wiped out, it had nothing to do with him. After all, in the current Zhao Country, there were more than just the Zhao family that had been annexed or destroyed.

If in the past, during peacetime, Zhao Country still had some order, now that order had completely collapsed. Even the people who maintained this order were now fanning the flames, trying to eliminate some families. Besides protecting his own family, what else could Lin Qing do?

But today, Zhao Xiu found him, and thinking back to the past, he was willing to let these few Zhao family cultivators safely reach the end in his Lin family's gathering place.

Not intentional pity, but goodwill in the heart.

At this moment, Zhao Xiu stood up from the ground and took out a storage bag from his pocket.

"Senior Lin, thank you for your protection. We don't need this item anymore, you can have it."

Lin Qing thought it was spirit stones and shook his head, "I don't want it. You will still need to spend on it in the future, so keep it for yourself."

Zhao Xiu shook his head and said, "Senior Lin, these are all good things. The Wang family has taken over our Zhao family. We didn't dare to take the cultivated spirit herbs and medicines because we were afraid we wouldn't survive until now. But they don't know that we still have hidden medicinal fields, where there are some good things. Senior Lin, take a look."

"Oh."

Lin Qing was slightly surprised and took the storage bag. When he opened it, he took a breath.

"Foundation Building Grass?"

Lin Qing looked at Zhao Xiu in great astonishment. Although there were other spirit herbs inside, Lin Qing only saw this one, which was what he desired the most.

Zhao Xiu nodded and said, "After all, our Zhao family has a heritage of six hundred years. This Foundation Building Grass has always been secretly cultivated. I offer it to you, Senior."

"If you had this thing, why didn't you use it back then?" Lin Qing asked again.

Back then, Zhao Xiu only took one Foundation Building Pill for his Foundation Building stage. But in Lin Qing's opinion, if he had taken two, it would have been highly likely for him to succeed. With these Foundation Building Grasses, it wouldn't be difficult to obtain three.

Zhao Xiu showed a helpless expression and said, "It was a matter of timing and fate. The highest age of the Foundation Building Grass back then was only over two hundred years. I couldn't wait. And as Senior knows, this grass is useless if it's not at least three hundred years old. By the time my family had potential descendants, I wanted to use it, but I couldn't wait for the descendants. They were all killed by the despicable Wang family."

As he spoke, Zhao Xiu's whole body trembled.

Lin Qing took a deep breath and looked at the storage bag again. There were dozens of Foundation Building Grasses inside, most of them being one or two hundred years old, but there were also nearly ten with an age close to three hundred. The heritage of this family that had been passed down for six hundred years was truly terrifying.

Zhao Xiu continued, "If it weren't for meeting Senior Lin or if the Wang family had discovered this grass, I would have destroyed it rather than let them have it."

Lin Qing remained silent, looking at these Foundation Building Grasses. It was not difficult to imagine that these were things left by the ancestors of the Zhao family for generations. They had been carefully nurtured for so many years, a task undertaken by several generations, even more than a dozen generations, to leave hope for future generations.

Unfortunately, the Zhao family had no successors. They had a chance to revive, but they encountered the situation in Zhao country and lost all hope.

(End of this chapter)