Chapter 281: Refining Father into Corpse
Jiang Ning was so frightened when he saw his ancestor kneeling down that he quickly jumped away. Before he could understand the situation, a cultivator from the Jiang family who was hiding in the dark had already grabbed him out through the air.

The Jiang family monks and worshippers all turned their eyes to the lobby.

Following a cold snort from Akabane, all gazes retreated like a tide, but the private communication of thoughts did not stop.

As early as half a month ago, Jiang Ning had boasted to his family that he was entertaining an old ancestor of the Jiang family and the True Martial Demon-Subduing Heavenly Lord.

No one believed the former, because the Jiang family only had a history of 800 years, and any Taoist temple in the cultivation world could be older than it. The latter had an extraordinary reputation, and its fierce reputation could make children stop crying.

The first reaction of the Jiang family’s direct descendants was to laugh at the joke.

Afterwards, Jiang Ning really brought the person back, and the Second Grandfather really came out to receive him. Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong.

Could it be that the Jiang family really has an ancestor who has never appeared in the world? And there is also the True Martial Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable accompanying him, who is this sacred person?

Keep doubts in your heart, the strong don’t need explanations.

Gu Wen and Chi Yuzi sat upright in the main hall, accepting the Jiang family ancestor’s kneeling worship, and no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

The lobby fell into an eerie silence.

Jiang Jucai’s forehead was covered with sweat and his heartbeat was unusually obvious.

The Taoist in green robes in front of him just stared at him quietly, which gave him a heavy feeling as if he was crushed by a mountain. And more of it came from fear, Chi Tianzun and Gu Wen were traveling together, plus the frequent actions of Zhenwu Palace in Danqingzhou in recent days.

He didn’t know how much Gu Wen already knew, but he knew that he couldn’t escape it.

The Jiang family is not able to resist Chi Tianzun alone, let alone Master Wen who seems to be omnipotent in their memories.

“You have a good aptitude for cultivation. Returning to the Void at the age of 800 is considered a rare talent among humans. You have great potential to achieve Mahayana in the future.”

Gu Wen took a good look at Jiang Jucai, his eyes penetrated his cultivation and he did not see any evil aura.

On the contrary, it is a very pure Sanqing technique, which should come from the Shangqing School, and its aura is extremely mellow.

Not only is he not a sickly person, but he looks like a genius.

“When I sent you out, I didn’t expect you to be so talented. I will just give you and your son five hundred years of immortality, which is perfect.”

Jiang Jucai came back, but did not stand up. He knelt down and kowtowed, saying, “I am where I am today, all thanks to Master Wen.”

“I didn’t know that Master Wen had escaped from his predicament and came to Danqing Prefecture. I am really sorry that I didn’t come all the way to greet him.”

It’s not that he hadn’t asked about Gu Wen, but at his level it was difficult to know the whole picture. He only knew that Gu Wen was trapped in the immortal state by a great god, and it was highly likely that he couldn’t get out.

Jiang Jucai naturally felt depressed and sad when he heard this. No matter what, Gu Wen was his elder and helped him enter the immortal path. As long as he was not a ruthless person, he would naturally be grateful.

Now seeing Gu Wen again, I feel mixed emotions, joy and fear.

Gu Wen raised his hand and lifted Jiang Jucai up, saying, “It has only been a year since I escaped from the siege. It takes monks decades to retreat. It is normal that you don’t know.”

There is a saying in the spiritual world: You may have heard of a person from afar but never seen him/her.

Everyone in the world knows Yuqing, but not Gu Wen and Hongchen. Everyone in the world knows Qingcang, but very few people know Li Yunshang.

There are only a few dozen people in the world who can see him and know his identity.

There is no Internet in the spiritual world, and at least half of the people have never seen the Buddha. Most of them live in deep mountains and forests, and it is normal not to communicate with the outside world for decades.

Gu Wen felt that if he did not take the initiative to visit, even if he sat in the Jade Emperor Palace, the old friends would probably not know that he had come out.

He looked to the left, then looked back, then down to the ground.

“Jucai, where is your father?”

Jiang Jucai was tense, but he remained calm as he replied, “My father is in seclusion, seeking an opportunity to break through, so I can’t contact him for the time being.”

“He is now at the Nascent Soul stage, is he preparing to split into two spirits?”

“That’s right. My father’s aptitude is average, but he practices very hard. Even I have rarely seen him in the past few hundred years.”

“He works hard? If he can work hard, then there won’t be any need for people to drive the oxen to plow the fields.”

Gu Wen chuckled a few times, and even though Jiang Jucai had the benefit of his cultivation, his heartbeat quickened a little at this moment.

Because he is lying.

Jiang Fugui’s practice was not slack, but it was definitely not hard work. In his father’s words, “I have lived this long and that is enough. There is no need to ask for more. The most important thing for a person is to be content.”

But now Jiang Jucai can’t let Gu Wen see Jiang Fugui, otherwise all his efforts will be wasted.

“But he is indeed very diligent in doing things that are beneficial. It is always good to be able to practice.”

Jiang Jucai wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with a smile, “If my father knew that Master Wen was here, he would definitely break out. My father has been talking about you for hundreds of years.”

“We’ll see each other eventually. There’s no need to rush.”

Gu Wen shook his head, as if he was not in a hurry to see Jiang Fugui, and turned to ask about the Jiang family.

After learning about the development history of the Jiang family, relying on the preferential treatment received from Dao Zong, the Jiang family has now made great achievements in business.

The Alchemy Alliance he controlled was equivalent to the human race’s number one elixir distributor. He accumulated enormous wealth by purchasing elixirs from various major alchemy sects and then reselling them to various states in the world, earning the difference.

The Jiang family used the wealth to build Danqing Prefecture, turning the Flaming Mountain, which had been ravaged by underground fire for tens of millions of years, into green mountains, and the scorched earth into farmland.

After hundreds of years, Danqing Prefecture has become a place of peace and prosperity, and has been praised by Emperor Dao Zong many times.

Jiang Fugui also became the only legendary figure in the world who could chat and laugh with powerful people from all sides by relying on his Jindan cultivation.

Because he has money and knows how to spend it.

Even Chi Yuzi nodded and said, “With just a golden elixir, he can sit at the same table with powerful people from all sides. It is really a miracle in history.” Relying solely on Gu Wen Enze, at most he can ensure that he is rich and safe, but it is impossible for him to possess all the wealth in the world and still be safe and sound.

Gu Wen said: “If you have a mountain of gold and silver, everyone will miss you. On the contrary, if you spend it on others, everyone will thank you. If you have money, you must be famous. If you have money but no fame, you will die sooner or later.”

“That’s because she’s not strong enough.” Chi Yuzi said, “I see that witch owns Qianfeng Tower, and has as much money in her pocket as the Jiang family, and no one has bothered her.”

Jiang Jucai nodded in agreement.

After struggling in the cultivation world for so many years and as a member of a cultivation family, he has suffered too much contempt and discrimination in the face of many sects with a long history.

In the eyes of the sect, no matter how rich the Jiang family is, they are still “stinking beggars.”

After some casual chatting, Jiang Ju gradually became less nervous, and Gu Wen even asked to meet the current Jiang family.

This made Jiang Jucai overjoyed, and he immediately sent a message to the Jiang family’s direct descendants, asking the most outstanding cultivators to come.

Gu Wen met 30 people in total. In addition to Jiang Jucai, there was also a Fanxu Zhenjun who married into the family. The rest were three Yuanying, dozens of Jindan, and thousands of foundation-building.

Such a number is not uncommon among sects. Most third-rate sects are stronger than the Jiang family, but as a family, it can be said to be the best in the world.

After all, strength does not rely on blood inheritance, and narrow family concepts will never be as good as a sect that does not care about origin.

Without exception, these people all practiced the normal and orthodox Xuanmen techniques, and there was no evil aura on their bodies.

Akabane watched from the side with a frown on his face, making the descendants of the Jiang family who came to kneel down nervous.

I don’t know how I offended this senior.

Saw them all.
It was normal to think about it. If there was a problem, it would have been discovered long ago. The aura of a cultivator was the most difficult to conceal, and those who could conceal it were not small figures.

That night, the Jiang family held a banquet to entertain Gu Wen.

Jiang Jucai still remembered Gu Wen’s character, so he only allowed the dozens of people who came to the audience today to attend, and strictly forbade the Jiang family to spread the news.

Akabane drank and packed up all the spiritual wine stored by the Jiang family.

At midnight, the banquet ended and both the guests and the hosts were happy.

Jiang Jucai arranged guest rooms for Gu Wen and the others, but due to rumors that came from nowhere, he only arranged one room.

Gu Wenru threw the drunk Chi Yuzi on the bed as usual. She burped and said, “Xie girl, you are not fooled, are you? I don’t think there is any problem with the Jiang family.”

“Fugui has been transformed into a zombie.”

The candlelight in the room was dim, and a faint voice floated over. Akabane shuddered for no reason, half sobering up. He turned over and sat up straight and asked, “So he has the problem?”

Gu Wen nodded, he looked up and then down at the ground.

This was not the first time he had looked at the ground. Akabane’s mind probed downwards, but she did not find anything unusual. She frowned and asked, “What are you going to do?”

“Wait and see, I want to know who is behind this.” Gu Wen said calmly, “Eliminate all evil and root it out.”

“Longevity makes people crazy. I don’t know if it’s because of wealth or talent. In any case, there has to be someone to start. They can’t learn without a teacher.”
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In the dark cave, Jiang Jucai walked on the sea of ​​blood. The empty space was filled with the sound of stepping on water.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared in front of us. Through the light, we could see a man with his limbs tied up in shackles. He was six feet tall, with a green face and fangs, two dark eyes with a green eye in the middle, and white hair all over his body.

The most hated thing in the world, zombies.

In order to seek immortality, monks have made many attempts. Some of them believed that death was the withering of the physical body, so they came up with the practice of refining the body and refining the corpse.

As if sensing someone coming, the chain was pulled, and he looked up at Jiang Jucai. His green face and fangs were somewhat similar to Jiang Jucai’s.

This person is Jiang Fugui.

Jiang Jucai said softly, “Dad, Master Wen has come out and is now right above your head. You have been hoping to see Master Wen again until your death, and you will see him soon.”

“Hiss…”

There were some ripples in Jiang Fugui’s black and green pupils, followed by tremors, and wisps of spiritual light emerged.

Eventually, the black fog and green light in the right eye disappeared, and the white eye and black pupil returned to normal.

He opened his mouth and seemed to have not spoken for a long time. He squeaked and ahed a few times before uttering two hoarse and unpleasant sounds.

“Jucai…it’s time to turn back. Tell Master Wen that everything is my fault. I did the evil and I ate the people. It has nothing to do with you.”

Jiang Jucai shook his head and said, “Master Wen didn’t find it, and even Chi Tianzun didn’t find it. This blood pool was created by a giant of the magic path, and it is said that he is half a step away from becoming an immortal.”

“So what if he is halfway to becoming an immortal? You know that Master Wen could defeat the Twelve Demon Ancestors alone, not to mention a rat that was scared by the Immortal Qingcang and dared not show its head.”

Jiang Fugui lowered his eyes and his voice became weaker.

“Even if I break through the spirit realm and survive as a zombie, so what? And do you think Master Wen won’t find out? Son, you still don’t remember what I said. It was like that then, and it’s like that now.”

“Master Wen, you are not an ordinary person.”

“Father, Master Wen cannot extend your life for a thousand years, but I can.”

Jiang Jucai turned and left, just like when he left home to join the army.

One hundred and fifty years ago, Jiang Fugui was about to die. After seeking longevity elixirs many times to no avail, Jiang Ju came to the Tianmo Sect for treatment.

Refined his father into a corpse and brought him back to life.

As long as Jiang Fugui can cultivate to the level of spiritual separation, he can live for another thousand years in his zombie body.

(End of this chapter)