Chapter 980: Kunwu Diancang Cup |
He was no longer the passionate and hot-blooded youth he once was.
The years had left their marks on his heart, smoothing out his sharpness and diminishing his impulsiveness. Everything had become fleeting, replaced by a profound calmness.
Yet Qian Shan still couldn't see through him. Chen Xun shook his head helplessly and sighed, his deep gaze piercing through the layers of mountains, looking towards the distant horizon.
The scenery there might be more magnificent, but also more complex.
But no matter how many schemes there are, I can just hide in the Five Aggregates Sect for a while. Why should one's ambition in cultivating immortality be so high...
"Shuiyu, leave this child to me."
Chen Xun lowered his eyes, taking a deep look at the baby boy, gently calling his name, "Qian Wuhen, little one, would you like to join my Five Aggregates Sect?"
He smiled warmly, a hint of expectation in his voice.
"Goo... gaa!!" The baby boy laughed along, pure and beautiful.
"Brother Xun, he can understand you." Little Chi, lying behind, was slightly surprised, "In these years on the run, he seemed to not understand anything we said."
"Indeed." Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes shone with a gentle and mysterious light, reflecting on Qian Wuhen's innocent face.
Chen Xun chuckled, using two fingers to stroke the forehead of the baby boy who looked like a porcelain doll: "He has two immortal essences entangled within him, which is the fundamental reason for Qian Wuhen's slow growth and incomplete consciousness."
"Factory owner, this Dao medicine actually has two immortal essences?!" Song Heng couldn't help but interject at this moment, "He won't live long like this..."
"Hey! Fatty, this is Qian Shan's brother, not some Dao medicine!" Little Chi's mane swayed in the wind, looking at Song Heng with unfriendly eyes.
Song Heng's heart tightened, and at this moment, Chen Xun's gaze also fell on him. Although the elder didn't say anything, that calm gaze seemed to contain a thousand words.
"Brother Song."
"Factory owner, I'm here!" Song Heng smiled obsequiously.
"I have a grave on the back mountain, you seem quite idle, how about staying there?" Chen Xun asked plainly, "What do you think?"
Damn!
Song Heng cursed himself inwardly, why couldn't he keep his mouth shut, what kind of nonsense had his ancestors passed down to him?!
He was instantly embarrassed, not daring to speak again, and Chen Xun didn't pursue the matter further.
"You needn't worry."
Chen Xun's voice rang out at this moment, as gentle and peaceful as a spring breeze brushing over the surface of the lake, bringing an indescribable comfort, yet carrying an irresistible power.
As if he said it was fine, then even if the King of Heaven came, nothing could happen to this baby boy.
Qionghua Shuiyu couldn't help but chuckle, seeing Song Heng's extremely awkward expression, perhaps only Chen Xun could handle this Master Dao.
"Chen Xun, you should hold him like this."
"I know, I raised my third sister, I have experience."
Before long, Chen Xun clumsily picked up the baby boy, being extremely careful, afraid of hurting him, not using a trace of mana.
They headed towards the Five Aggregates Sect, no longer chatting idly outside the mountain gate.
The ancient beast looked at them with boredom, it seemed the Dao Ancestor had decided not to let it raise the child, but to do it himself.
...
Three days later, the azure sky was as clear as a wash, and the brilliant sunlight bathed the earth, bringing endless vitality to the Jade Bamboo Range.
Chen Xun wrapped a cloth around himself, carrying the baby boy on his back. Since he couldn't understand words, and neither could he understand Qian Wuhen's babble, he decided to raise him casually for now, and start teaching once he could speak.
However, he encountered quite a few troublesome matters. The child, though it was unclear whether he drank milk, was picky with food, refusing spiritual herbs and meat, only eating Qi-Enhancing Pills porridge.
This was something Qionghua Shuiyu had told him. Chen Xun snorted, in his view, there was no such thing as being picky, eat if you want, otherwise, a few missed meals would do the trick.
This method of child-rearing made Qionghua Shuiyu deeply doubt how this Dao Ancestor had raised her third sister... it was too rough.
Today, they gathered in the back mountain for treasure appraisal.
Several ancient treasures, stained with decayed spiritual earth, stood quietly. Unlike the dazzling magical artifacts pursued by the world, they appeared somewhat dim, as if forgotten in the corners of time.
Yet, despite lacking any spiritual qi or magical power, they exuded an awe-inspiring aura of eternal time.
It was a condensation of countless years, a power that witnessed numerous vicissitudes, the embodiment of the breath of time, an ancient fortune!
And Futian cultivated the path of fortune and time, the connection between the two was exceptionally close and indispensable.
"Goodness, the craftsmanship is so exquisite, what kind of immortal materials were used."
Chen Xun clicked his tongue in wonder, walking up to an ancient treasure, closely examining its refining techniques, the intricate carvings, and delicate patterns, all exuding a transcendent aura.
It even filled him with a faint sense of awe.
"Factory owner, this is an ancient treasure from the Era of great slaughter among the myriad clans." Song Heng squinted his eyes slightly, "Only in the immortal tombs can they be preserved intact, imbued with the power of fortune!"
Little Chi also swallowed a mouthful of saliva secretly, the ancient treasure was inlaid with intricate and delicate patterns, like the veins of life, flowing with endless vitality.
What's more astonishing was that the shape of the ancient treasure was not fixed, but changed with the observer's perspective and mood!
Chen Xun instantly took a liking to it, even more than his collection of strange stones.
He couldn't help but look at Song Heng and ask, "Can't it be stored casually?"
"Factory owner, everything will be worn away by time, whether it's a storage ring or any storage item, only the fortune of the tomb is eternal."
Song Heng's expression was rarely serious today, "Moreover, factory owner, when looking at ancient treasures, one must not only see their form but also feel their pulse and grasp their intent. This pattern is clearly cast with Purple Ancestral Blood."
As he spoke, he became unstoppable, pouring out everything about the origin, meaning, race, and how to distinguish fakes of the item...
Little Chi and Gu Lisheng were getting a headache, a look of pain gradually appearing in their eyes, "Song Heng, stop reciting!"
On the contrary, Qionghua Shuiyu listened with shining eyes, the Dao master's knowledge of tomb fortune was vast, she had learned countless useful things over the centuries.
But his words never seemed as mysterious and ethereal as those in the family, instead carrying a sense of simplicity.
And Chen Xun not only listened with great interest but also took out a small notebook to record many of the important points. He was too idle, and now he finally loved reading, no longer limited to cultivation manuals.
Half an hour later, Song Heng finally stopped, still with a sense of unfinished business.
"Wow, no wonder Brother Song, this path is indeed meticulous, no wonder those in your line of work earn spirit stones."
Chen Xun joked, touching the ancient treasure, a chill went straight to his soul, giving him a shock, "Brother Song, this item can guard the house!"
"Factory owner, you have a keen eye, its original name is 'Kunwu Diancang Cup', an absolute fortune item."
Song Heng spoke leisurely, a hint of lament in his eyes, "The immortal tombs are so vast, one item is enough for us to live off for a thousand years, but we brought out too few things, what a pity."
"Little Chi."
"Brother Xun!"
"Can you sell this to me directly? I'd like to keep it as a collection."
"Brother Xun, it was obtained for free from the immortal tombs, why talk about buying and selling between us?!" Little Chi frowned, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
"Hahaha! Good brother!"
"No, no, factory owner..."
Song Heng's eyes widened, looking at the harmonious exchange between the Rengar and the factory owner, he exclaimed in shock, "You haven't asked me yet, I haven't said anything!!"
