Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

[Ding: Relationship host Chen Chuyi, awakening the strongest system, rewards the only one in the world.]

[As the son of the Chen clan, Chen Feng, he will surpass the four great ancestors and enter the secret realm environment arranged by Chen Feng's ancestor, surpassing the predecessors! Become the only one!]

This is an extremely harsh test, a new world, and a new cycle.

As the son of the Immortal King, Chen Chuyi must not be weaker than anyone else.

Among them, "night" includes Chen Feng, who escaped from the battlefield surrounded by Immortal Lords, and consumed most of his mana to arrange it.

It is autumn.

Night falls.

The sky is high, and the cold moon emits a faint light, adding a touch of coldness to the earth.

The mountains and forests rustle in the night wind, and the strange trees sway, resembling a ghostly dance.

Occasionally, a wolf howl can be heard from the distant hillside.

In the silence, it adds a touch of fear.

A tall horse slowly travels on the winding path in the mountains, with a cart carrying a pile of grass following behind.

On the back of the spirited horse is a young man dressed in a black robe who looks young.

Looking closely, you can see a long sword hanging from the man's waist and a scroll on his back.

The man untied the wine jug from his waist and drank heartily.

"Mr. Chen, there won't be any ghosts here, right?"

A whisper broke the quiet environment.

Chen Feng turned around and saw the face of a girl illuminated by the moonlight, looking somewhat pale.

There was a hint of panic on her face.

Chen Feng smiled and threw the wine jug in his hand.

The girl was a little confused and took the wine jug, looking at Chen Ye with doubt.

"With me here, there's no need to fear monsters and ghosts."

"Fear, drink."

The spirited horse snorted as if responding to Chen Ye's words.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew around.

The fallen leaves were swirling in the air.

This scene made the girl on the cart feel frightened.

She tilted her head back and took two big sips of strong liquor, almost choking on tears.

As the strong liquor entered her stomach, a warm airflow spread throughout her body, dispelling the cold.

The girl's eyes became hazy, her eyelids heavy, and she felt dizzy.

At the moment when her eyes were about to close, she looked at the scattered leaves.

In the air, the leaves transformed into figures, followed by several strange screams, piercing through the night sky.

"Clang!"

Finally, before she could be frightened, she only heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and her consciousness fell into a coma.

[Swordsmanship experience +15

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[Name: Chen Chuyi]

[Power: Son of Chen Feng, Second Generation of the Immortal Chen Clan]

[Root Bone: Mortal]

[Lifespan: 12 years]

[Skills: Swordsmanship lv2 (50/5000), Painting lv1 (150/1000), Penmanship lv1 (150/1000)]

[Cultivation Technique: "Zai Dao"]

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In the mountains and forests, blades and swords clashed, and ghosts and wolves howled.

Dawn had passed, and the sun was rising.

A spirited horse carried a man and a woman to a desolate valley.

The path became narrower and narrower until it reached the side of a mountain stream.

They could only continue forward along the stream.

Looking at the girl sleeping in his arms, Chen Ye sighed softly.

"For saving my life, I will protect you..."

A gentle breeze brushed past, stirring up memories deep in his mind.

This was his third year in this world, and it was also autumn that day.

He and the spirited horse carrying him were dying by a riverbank.

He was saved by the legitimate daughter of the Lu Hou Mansion who happened to be out for a stroll, thus preserving his life.

When he woke up, he awakened a special panel in his confusion.

And in his mind, there lay the ancient book he had excavated in his previous life.

"Zai Dao"

At the same time, he learned that his lifespan was only one month.

Relying on the "Zai Dao" and the panel, he defied fate.

In "Zai Dao," he comprehended the art of the sword, painting, and writing.

It also brought about great changes in his body, increasing his lifespan.

In this process, he gradually came into contact with this different world.

Monsters and demons, the underworld of the city.

In the mountains, there is a ghost king who rules over the mountains, and in the city, there is a city god who protects the people.

There are martial artists who can fly and walk on walls, and there are experts who wield a dust brush and a demon-slaying staff.

But, there are still more ordinary people, hidden in the darkness, lonely souls and wild ghosts.

......

In this way, relying on his excellent painting skills and flowing calligraphy, he became a teacher in the Marquis's mansion for three years, and came to understand that human hearts are even scarier than monsters.

He thought that he could reach the highest level and leave the mountain in a relatively safe environment.

But he never expected that unexpected events would occur, power would change hands, and the Lu family, where he was staying, would be falsely accused of treason and massacred by the Manchu.

Forced to draw his sword and mount his horse, he took Lu Anran, the only legitimate heir, and began their escape.

They headed towards Lu Anran's mother's family to repay a debt of gratitude for saving their lives.

They were forced onto a road of no return and fell into a game of chess.

The sun was shining high, and the autumn sunlight was not as scorching as in summer.

Nor was it as cold as in winter.

When it fell on the body, there was still a hint of warmth.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew.

The woman in front of him murmured in fear.

"There, there's a ghost!"

After a moment, the other person also woke up.

Looking at the surroundings, the fallen leaves covering the ground, the high sun.

And the warmth coming from behind, dispelling the fear for a moment.

"Teacher!"

The other person was somewhat surprised and hadn't had a chance to say much.

Chen Feng's eyes darkened slightly, and he sighed softly.

"There really is a ghost."

"But, it's not here to find us."

The scene in front of them suddenly changed after the cold wind passed.

The darkness turned into brightness, and the galloping horse took a step forward.

The autumn wind rustled and turned into a warm spring breeze, and the withered yellow disappeared.

Green filled the screen.

Nameless wild flowers bloomed, and the withered trees regained their vitality.

In the distance, a faint fragrance drifted with the wind.

A path appeared in the difficult mountain forest road.

The surrounding streams carried peach blossom petals flowing towards the distance.

Now, it was deep autumn.

How could there be peach blossoms and greenery everywhere?

The roadless jungle was replaced by a man-made path.

"The host is inviting us, let's go."

Chen Feng patted the horse's buttocks, indicating that they should continue on the small path.

This scene, however, filled Lu Anran with fear.

She pulled at the corner of Chen Feng's clothes, sweat forming on her forehead.

"Don't be afraid, don't say anything when the time comes."

"I'm here."

Chen Feng comforted her for a while.

Looking at the ever-changing scenery in front of them, he was also very curious.

This kind of environment that could affect reality was the first time he had encountered it.

In deep autumn, peach blossoms bloomed all over the mountains, covering the stone steps.

It was too fantastical.

Until the two of them and the horse stepped onto a wooden bridge.

Suddenly, smoke rose in front of them, and the sound of shepherds playing could be heard.

Farmers were working hard in the fields, and the clear stream revealed the green stones at the bottom.

Fish were playing in the water.

On the bank of the bridge, there was a road sign made of white stones.

Above it were three large characters: "Taoshan Garden".

"Taoshan Garden?"

"But when I was a child, I heard my father say..."

"On Taoshan, there were cultivators fighting, and all living beings suffered..."

Lu Anran's face turned pale, and her heart raced.

Chen Feng, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought and got off his horse.

Lifting his foot, he walked forward.

Now that they knew it was a ghost, what was there to be afraid of?

"Hmm..."

"Uncle, we have guests!"