Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Beihai Town, Big Brother!

Seemingly a bit unhappy, the Golden Dawn Ancestor lay casually on a rattan chair, her exquisite figure on full display. A jug of wine appeared in her jade-like hand, tilting slightly, the wine flowed into her red lips, her chest rose and fell gently as the wine gurgled down into her stomach.

At this moment, she was behaving quite unladylike.

Only the maid Long Xuan was present, so she wasn’t worried about ruining her image.

“Master, are you planning to use this person as a pawn to set a few moves in the Qingshui Commandery, taking the opportunity to open a breach in the Chu Country?” Long Xuan raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling with thought, contemplating the upcoming plan.

Coming from the Central State to the Chu Country, the master’s situation was not favorable, being squeezed and suppressed by some Golden Core Elders in the Dan Yang Sect.

Even the cultivator clans in Qingshui Commandery were ambivalent towards the master, each harboring their own thoughts.

Using Lu Xuanji as a pawn and utilizing the Lu Family as a breakthrough point could open up some situations.

“Pawn?”

The Golden Dawn Ancestor’s tone was somewhat ethereal and profound. “He is not my pawn; he is merely a hope of mine.”

“Hope?”

Long Xuan frowned, thinking carefully and said, “He doesn’t seem to have anything special.”

“Some things, I don’t know either. He may become an unparalleled strongman, standing at the pinnacle of the world; or he may remain ordinary, fading into the crowd.”

The Golden Dawn Ancestor stood up, looked into the distance, and with her back to Long Xuan, said in a melodious tone, “I’m just making an investment. Success would be nice, but if it fails, the loss would not be significant.”

Long Xuan seemed to understand, contemplating, “This is a risk investment.”

“Remember to recruit some disciples this year, with standards slightly lower but with relatively high character,” said the Golden Dawn Ancestor. “Give them a chance and give me a chance too.”

……

Hoohoo!

Watching the distant Purple Sun Mountain, Lu Xuanji let out a sigh of relief.

Refusing the Golden Dawn Ancestor might mean losing a great opportunity, but he had no regrets in his heart.

Thinking of the Grand Elder at home, thinking of Ye Feixue, thinking of his father and mother, his heart became even more determined.

Recalling the journey so far, the plan was considered perfect, and the three major Lifebound Treasures, the Li Fire Sword, Wings of Freedom, and Heaven Mending Cauldron, were all successfully refined; there was also a token from the Golden Dawn Ancestor in the storage bag, establishing a connection with this ancestor, potentially building a relationship with the Jin Xi lineage in the future.

This is networking.

In the Cultivation Realm, networking is very important.

No family can guarantee to remain prosperous forever and stay at the peak.

Many families rise and fall.

When the family falls into a trough, networking becomes very important.

For example, now, the Lu Family has fallen into a trough, with only five Foundation Establishment cultivators in the clan, and the family’s industries and spirit fields have significantly shrunk, but thanks to the century-old networking in the Dan Yang Sect and Qingshui Commandery, it played a certain role, and many forces had to give face.

The Lu Family also gained some respite, in a dangerous situation, gaining the opportunity to recuperate and the possibility of rising again.

Establishing corresponding connections and networking with the Jin Xi lineage is very important for the Lu Family.

“Next, I should go see my eldest brother and second sister.”

Lu Xuanji suddenly thought of his mother’s instructions.

His eldest brother had no spirit root and lived in the Mortal World; his second sister had Five Spirit Roots, living in a marketplace, and it is said she is already married.

They haven’t seen each other for decades, and it seemed the relationship had faded.

This time, visiting them was just to fulfill some of his mother’s wishes.

…

Beihai Town, located in the northwest of Luobei County, is situated southeast of the county seat, about three hundred miles away.

After inquiring with the county magistrate in the city for news, he confirmed the location of Beihai Town.

Walking along, a small village appeared.

In the northwest of the town, a river rushed past, disappearing into the distance, with children playing, women washing clothes nearby; near the river, there are patches of farmland with crops growing.

Some mortal farmers were weeding the fields.

In the distance is a collection of rooms, composed of mud houses, thatched huts, and brick houses, spread out on a distant plateau, gathering into a large cluster.

Looking at the scale of this village, there are about a thousand households.

Here, there was a rich rustic atmosphere, with some pear and fruit trees planted near the village entrance, and some willow, cypress, and pine trees scattered in some farmhouse courtyards.

Looking here, Lu Xuanji felt a different sensation.

The Spiritual Qi in the village was thin, and cultivators would not come here.

This village was a mortal village.

There were no cultivators inside, primarily mortals, with some aura of martial artists.

Looking at this village, Lu Xuanji thought of his previous life. The rural hometown from his past life was the same, and he remembered constantly going to the fields, harvesting corn, rice, and more.

“Eldest brother is in this village.”

Lu Xuanji moved forward, reaching the entrance of the village.

“Who are you looking for, sir?”

At the village entrance, an old man asked warily.

Seemingly afraid he was a human trafficker.

“I am looking for someone. I am a relative of Lu Xuanxin; he is my eldest brother,” Lu Xuanji said.

“Eldest brother Lu Xuanxin is the master of the Lu family… wait a moment, I’ll bring you to him,” the old man said, welcoming warmly.

“Thank you, old man.”

Lu Xuanji said humbly.

The old man walked ahead, and Lu Xuanji followed closely, half a step behind.

The old man asked, “What is your name? How are you related to Master Lu?”

“My eldest brother is Lu Xuanxin. I’m here to see my brother,” Lu Xuanji said, “We haven’t met in a long time.”

“Master Lu is a good person, just recently someone at home fell ill.”

The old man was very talkative, speaking about some matters of the Lu family.

Lu Xuanji listened carefully.

The village was not large, and soon they arrived at a brick house, and the old man knocked on the door knocker.

Clang clang clang!

Soon, the black iron gate opened, and a servant appeared to ask, “Mr. Zhao, who are you looking for?”

The old man smiled and said, “Not me, he is looking for someone.”

Saying that, he stepped aside, revealing Lu Xuanji.

“Sir, how should I address you?”

The servant asked warily.

“Lu Xuanji, your master’s third brother,” Lu Xuanji said, “Is my elder brother in?”

“You are the Third Master…”

The servant was a bit skeptical, but seemed to recall something, and couldn’t help asking, “Are you an Immortal Master?”

“I suppose so.”

Lu Xuanji nodded.

In the Cultivation Realm, not everyone has a future.

Those Five Spirit Root cultivators who found no future in the Cultivation Realm and went to make a living in the Mortal World were also called Immortal Masters.

“Third Master, come inside.”

The servant invited warmly with a smile.

Lu Xuanji said, “Thank you, sir.”

Then entered the courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, he observed his surroundings. There were water jars, mulberry trees, the ground was paved with bluestone, and there were some maids and servants walking around.

This was a typical landlord’s family.

The servant went ahead to report, and soon another servant ran to report.

Arriving at the guest hall, the servant poured tea directly and stood there respectfully.

Lu Xuanji picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The taste was not as good as Spirit Tea, but he still drank a mouthful, to be polite.

He didn’t wait long before an old man appeared, holding a cane, his appearance quite lean, with sparse gray hair on his head, wearing a black tunic, a goatee beneath his chin, appearing like a sixty-year-old elder.

“Are you the third brother?”

The old man asked.

“Eldest brother.”

Lu Xuanji stepped forward and grasped his elder brother’s hand.

The familiar bloodline, the familiar Qi and blood aura, the familiar feeling.

This was his first time meeting his elder brother, but he confirmed that this old man was indeed his elder brother.

Appearances can be disguised, but the aura of the bloodline, that sense of closeness, cannot be faked in any way.