Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Unwilling

The banquet continued, the celebrations went on, and many children and adults were curious about this Third Uncle (Third Elder), who was an Immortal Master.

Next day upon waking, in the courtyard, Lu Xuanji placed a black stone: “Let’s test the spirit root.”

“Second Uncle, can this detect spirit roots?”

A nephew asked.

“Indeed! As long as you have a spirit root, you can become an Immortal Master, even if it’s the Five Spirit Roots, I won’t mind!” Lu Xuanji said, “Have you tested yet?”

“I’ve tested, but unfortunately didn’t have one!”

A nephew showed a trace of disappointment, saying, “I tested it in the county.”

“I didn’t!”

Another nephew said.

“How could that be? Every year cultivators come to the county to test the spirit roots, why didn’t you participate!” Lu Xuanji looked at this nephew, somewhat puzzled. This nephew was already in his twenties.

“Immortal Master, they only stay for a moment, then leave. When I got there, the Immortal Master had just left!”

The nephew said.

“What a pity! You should test as well!”

Lu Xuanji said.

Every year, cultivators wander in the mortal world, testing spirit roots for mortals, yet many mortals still miss their spirit roots.

The nephew was pleased, went forward to test, but had no spirit root.

One by one, the nephews went up to test, but none had spirit roots.

Even the younger generation went to test for spirit roots, but still found none.

They all came with high spirits and left in disappointment.

“This is the normal rhythm!”

Lu Xuanji laughed.

Among mortals, it is very difficult to give birth to spirit roots.

In the past, in the Lu Family territory, there were two million humans, but only a little over 1,500 cultivators were born with spirit roots.

Many small cultivation clans have only a dozen cultivators.

As for the last time, it was pure luck to stumble upon someone like Ye Feixue with a Celestial Spirit Root.

After the testing, farewells were exchanged.

“Elder Brother, I must go!”

Lu Xuanji said.

“Safe travels!”

Lu Xuanxin said.

With farewells exchanged, Lu Xuanji left Beihai Town, feeling a bit saddened.

Elder Brother was already over seventy, and by mortal standards, he was considered old, with not many years left to live.

Perhaps lying down today would mean never getting up again tomorrow.

This departure might be the last farewell.

…

The autumn wind rustles, blowing slightly cold from the north, leaves fall with a rustle, and the once lush vegetation becomes bleak and desolate.

Standing at the village entrance, watching the third brother walk far away, Lu Xuanxin’s expression was wooden.

Just waiting so foolishly.

“Master, shall we go back?”

At this moment, a concubine beside him spoke up.

“I know!”

Lu Xuanxin said.

Seemingly aged, his legs felt a bit numb as he walked to the side.

The concubine watched and went up to support him.

Lu Xuanxin stood on a rock at the village entrance, still staring ahead blankly.

The concubine sat quietly beside him, waiting for the master.

“You should go back!”

Lu Xuanxin said, “It’s a bit chilly outside!”

“Master, I’m not cold!” the concubine replied.

“Then let’s go back as well!”

Lu Xuanxin said.

“Yes, Master!” the concubine said, moving forward to support him as they headed home.

Back at home, he lay on the bed, just hinting slightly.

The concubine obediently came forward to massage his legs.

The legs were a bit numb.

Just standing for a moment made the body unable to bear it.

Lu Xuanxin felt a trace of melancholy. He was an Innate Martial Artist who once relied on his powerful physique and astonishing martial skills, wearing battle armor, to fight demon beasts; also relying on the sturdiness of the armor and the sharpness of the sword, he brutally killed an Immortal Master.

But he was still a mortal, aged over seventy, with declining qi and blood, and just standing outside for a while was too much.

“Old! Aging!”

Lu Xuanxin said unwillingly.

Innate Martial Artists are still mortals, still unable to attain longevity.

Just seventy, and the qi and blood were declining, frail and elderly.

But the third brother was also in his fifties, yet seemed like a young man in his twenties, youthful and vibrant, like the morning sun, brimming with burning qi and blood, vibrant and spirited.

In a trance, he thought back to his childhood, his parents with high hopes, encouraging him to test his spirit root.

As a result, he had no spirit root.

Without a spirit root, he could only be a mortal.

Before long, his mother sent him down Purple Sun Mountain.

At that time, his mother cried with great sadness and reluctance, but still sent him down.

“Master, what are you thinking about?”

The concubine asked.

“I want you!”

Lu Xuanxin said.

The concubine blushed slightly and became weak in resistance.

Soon, the battle between man and woman began.

After the pleasure, Lu Xuanxin lay on the bed, the concubine beside him.

He wanted to prove through the battle earlier that he was not yet old.

He always resisted aging, wanting to prove that he was still young, still the powerful Innate Martial Artist capable of killing a Qi Cultivation Second Layer Immortal Master.

But in the earlier battle, it proved that he was already old, already powerless.

…

A few days later, in the study.

Click!

Click!

Accompanied by a loud noise, a box opened.

This box was made of rare metal, adorned with eight dragons guarding a sun, surrounded by flying clouds, with exquisite patterns rising and falling, undergoing dramatic changes.

Inside, intricate mechanisms were set, without special techniques, it was utterly impossible to open.

Click!

Accompanied by the sound, the box opened.

Inside the box, there was a relic, seemingly forged from white bone, with three golden patterns on it, like a fine piece of art.

He took out the relic, rubbing it in his hand, as if touching a beautiful woman’s jade hand.

Taking the relic out, placing it on the table.

In the box, there was also a book, its title was “White Bone Demon Scripture”.

White Bone Demon Scripture, originating from the demonic cultivation technique, often scattered by demonic cultivators in various places, allowing the “destined ones” to easily acquire demon cultivation techniques.

This is the difference between demonic cultivators and orthodox cultivators.

Orthodox cultivators use various methods to monopolize high-level techniques, forbidding technique leakage; whereas demonic cultivators deliberately scatter demonic techniques worldwide, making it easy to gain high-level techniques under certain coincidences.

White Bone Demon Scripture, from the White Bone Demon Sect, is a supreme technique, capable of being cultivated up to the Nascent Soul Third Layer.

In the White Bone Demon Scripture, there is also a description of refining the seven great demon artifacts of the Demon Dao.

It also contains a description of the White Bone Relic.

[White Bone Relic, the pinnacle artifact of the White Bone Demon Sect, forged through the fusion of the ultimate techniques of Demon Dao and Buddhist Dao. Initially colorless, yet upon becoming a Fourth-Grade Spiritual Treasure, it evolves with silver patterns, and as a Fifth-Grade Spiritual Treasure, it can evolve golden patterns. When nine Dao patterns evolve, it indicates the artifact’s perfection.]

With slightly trembling hands, Lu Xuanxin took the White Bone Relic, observing closely, the three golden patterns on it were particularly distinct.