Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

Dong Ning sighed inwardly and didn't say much after hearing the words.

The two of them wielded their long swords and clashed in the field.

"You've lost."

A voice sounded in the field.

Chen Chuhao's footsteps paused, his figure flashed, and his mana rippled and exploded in the air.

In just a moment, like a ghost, he appeared in front of He Yao.

The green blade pressed against the opponent's throat, and the sharp sword cut through the skin.

Trickles of fresh blood flowed down from above.

"So are you."

A faint smile appeared in He Yao's eyes.

The long sword pressed against the opponent's chest, just a little more.

It would definitely shatter the heart and then destroy the Gold Core.

"You can go."

Chen Chuhao sheathed his sword and took a step back.

Casually said.

His sword was fast, but the opponent's sword was not slow either.

They were evenly matched.

Moreover, the opponent had the opportunity to kill him, but did not take it.

He cherished him.

What about the opponent?

The sect was destroyed, the elders were killed.

But he showed mercy.

He Yao was somewhat surprised and looked at Chen Chuhao.

He originally wanted to kill him, but as geniuses in the world of swordsmanship, he couldn't help but feel sympathy.

If he killed him, could he avenge himself?

No.

Since he already knew the result, his mind became open at this moment.

"Go quickly."

Feeling the confusion in the other's gaze, Chen Chuhao waved his hand.

Turned around.

"I just don't want to lose an opponent."

"Besides, you're pretty good."

After speaking, Chen Chuhao stepped away.

The Chen Clan cultivators around them also dispersed from the encirclement.

They ignored He Yao and turned to do other things.

At this moment, He Yao felt a bit dazed.

Looking at the ruins around him, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, carried his sword, and walked away desolately.

Until his figure disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Thank you."

"Go."

Chen Feng waved his hand, taking the spirit boats and the Chen Clan's territory.

Together with the scrolls, they left the place.

Leaving behind the ruins and the distracted Wenzhou Dazheng.

"Chen Feng Fellow Daoist, don't forget about the battle between the sea and land prodigies."

Because they couldn't use the Void Secret Technique with so many Chen Clan cultivators.

They could only fly in the air with a group of people.

The location of the Celestial Tranquility Immortal Alliance was in a similar direction to the Chen Clan's territory.

Thus, they moved forward together.

Until they were close to the Chen Clan's territory, they split up.

"For sure."

Chen Feng smiled and agreed. He was worried about not being able to find the group of merfolk.

Providing them a platform would also give the Celestial Tranquility Immortal Alliance a world.

"Feng Lang, when will you marry me?"

As they were about to leave, Sheng Linmei hugged Chen Feng reluctantly and asked softly.

Given time, Chen Feng would break through to the Returning Void stage.

He already had the qualifications to go to the Celestial Tranquility Immortal Alliance.

"After this battle, I will come."

Chen Feng smiled slightly and gently stroked her hair.

"Cough cough!"

A dry cough sounded in his ear, coming from Xia Jiao who was being dragged along.

Xia Jiao looked at Chen Feng somewhat unhappily.

There was some unclear meaning in her eyes.

He was already so old, yet he still acted like this!

After returning a dangerous look to Xia Jiao, Chen Feng whispered, "Let's go back first, I'll come later."

Sheng Linmei turned her head and made a face at Xia Jiao, like a mischievous little girl.

Xia Jiao's face changed slightly, feeling the sudden drop in temperature around her.

Chen Feng had no choice but to quickly send Sheng Linmei back to Sheng Qing'er's side.

"Feng Lang, don't forget, you promised me!"

On the horizon, Sheng Linmei waved her hand and gradually disappeared.

Chen Feng sighed softly, burdened by his numerous emotional debts.

In addition to his cultivation progress, he hadn't taken any new wives in recent years.

Even the old "companions" in his family had started to exclude him.

This made it difficult for him to handle.

He could only shift his gaze to his children.

"The path of family development is long and arduous!"

"Tell me, how did you provoke the people from the Tian Sheng Sect?"

After landing, Chen Feng made a speech.

Then he dispersed all of his offspring.

After his children left, Xia Jiao looked at Chen Feng with a fake smile.

She pinched his waist.

"It's a long story."

Chen Feng, who had already reached the Return to Void stage, was not affected by the pinching.

He sighed softly and put on a bitter expression.

"It's a long story!?"

"Yes."

Chen Feng's mouth slowly curved upwards, leaving behind an illusion.

In an instant, he appeared behind Xia Jiao and lifted her up.

"We have plenty of time for me to tell you slowly."

"You bad person..."

Xia Jiao exclaimed, suddenly understanding.

Her face turned slightly red, and she quickly spoke up.

"No, let Wan'er and the others..."

"Together, we have plenty of time..."

After breaking through to the Return to Void stage, Chen Feng became even more terrifying.

Xia Jiao felt a little frightened, and her face grew redder.

After the incident, she promptly sold her sisters.

...

That night, a gentle breeze blew.

At the top of Immortal Ascension Peak.

The Demon Thunder Tree was undergoing a transformation.

After absorbing some of the thunder power from Chen Chuwu's tribulation, its divinity began to collide and evolve with Chen Feng's help.

The entire Demon Thunder Tree gradually changed from ink black to purple.

Its aura became even more solid, and the hardness of its trunk surpassed that of a Spiritual Treasure by an unknown number of times.

The power of the formation also greatly increased.

After obtaining the spiritual veins of the Heavenly River Immortal Sect.

The Chen Clan now had two sixth-grade spiritual veins.

And they had more than twenty fifth-grade spiritual veins.

The concentration of spiritual energy greatly increased, giving birth to children within the Chen County.

Even if their parents didn't have spiritual roots, there was a high probability that their children would have them.

Not to mention the descendants of cultivators with spiritual roots.

Almost one hundred percent of them would have children with spiritual roots.

Under such favorable conditions.

The family planning policy began to change again. Male cultivators of the Chen Clan were required to have at least twenty children in their lifetime.

Women had the freedom to decide for themselves.

At the same time, they greatly promoted the idea of men marrying into the Chen Clan.

For a while, the descendants of the Chen Clan multiplied like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, accelerating their growth and development.

It wouldn't be long before the population of the Chen Clan doubled again.

Cultivators would no longer be a rare sight, but would be found everywhere.

At the same time, the Chen Clan established the Hall of Heroes.

Any descendants who had made contributions to the Chen Clan would be honored in the Hall of Heroes after their death.

This was not limited to cultivators.

Even mortal descendants began to strive for greatness.

If it weren't for the fact that this world did not allow the birth of extraordinary individuals, according to Chen Feng's plan, mortal descendants would have already reached the sky.

A few more days and nights passed.

In the southern part of the Southern Province, the sea surged and roared.

The sound of the waves traveled for tens of thousands of miles.

This was the message sent to Lengwen Daozhou.

The battle between land and sea was about to begin.

At the same time, in the depths of the sea.

Spanning one sea area after another.

An island surrounded by a huge wall, occasionally had cultivators flying over it.

At this moment, a large sailboat approached the shore.

At the top of the deck, a man wearing a straw hat, with a bit of stubble on his cheeks and a long knife at his waist, smiled faintly at the islanders who were "welcoming" him.

The sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out.

"Land!"