I am dying of old age, and I have awakened to the character of longevity.

Dawn broke.

The rising sun dispelled the hazy mist that permeated Water Lantern Town.

After a night of silence, Water Lantern Town became bustling again, with all kinds of peddlers carrying their goods to the market, setting up stalls to sell. The flow of people was endless.

The destruction of the Chen Manor had not yet been discovered and did not cause much of a stir.

A carriage slowly entered Water Lantern Town.

Finally, it stopped at the back door of the Li Manor.

As the curtain was lifted, three people stepped out of the carriage one after another.

Two of them were none other than Tang Qingyun and Tang Qingfeng. The last to come down was Tang Zhengyang, dressed in a black Tang suit.

"Foster father, let me help you."

"No need."

Tang Zhengyang refused Tang Qingfeng's kindness and took the initiative to get out of the carriage.

Tang Qingfeng knew that his foster father was strong-willed all his life. Even though he was old and weak, and his time was approaching, he still did not hide that air. He didn't say anything more, just went to push open the back door.

Entering the ancestral hall in the backyard of the Chen Manor, he saw corpses all over the ground, fragments of limbs, blades, and the ground and roof beams that had been riddled with holes.

The battle last night was so tragic that one could tell at a glance.

Tang Zhengyang seemed to be accustomed to such scenes and didn't feel anything. His focus was elsewhere, "Go and see if there is any place in the Chen Manor that has unearthed ancient tomb artifacts."

After a search, some ancient playthings were indeed found piled up in a cellar in the backyard of the Chen Manor.

Tang Zhengyang walked over to look, leaning on his crutches.

He was stunned.

The white-haired old man squatted down, stroking some of the ancient playthings, his eyes becoming red.

"These playthings were personally placed by me back then… Master's tomb has really been dug up."

Perhaps stimulated, Tang Zhengyang's body began to tremble. He held a copper hand warmer, his fingers digging into the surface of the copper pot, his nails scratching lines on it.

Because he used too much force, his knuckles were tense and his skin was pale.

"Master… This disciple is unfilial, actually letting you not rest in peace."

Tang Qingyun and Tang Qingfeng stood behind him watching. As far as they were concerned, their father had always been the mountain in their hearts, the pillar of the entire Tang Family Fort. They would remain calm even in the face of Mount Tai collapsing.

It was the first time they had seen their father shed tears like this. They couldn't help but be infected, and their eyes became red.

Tang Qingyun wanted to go up to comfort him, but Tang Qingfeng stopped him, "Foster father has been with the ancestral master since he was a child, and their relationship is deep. Let's wait outside the cellar and let foster father be alone for a while."

Tang Qingyun glanced at his old father's back again, and finally nodded, following Tang Qingfeng out of the cellar.

"Brother, father's body is not good to begin with. If it weren't for the martial artist's blood and energy propping him up, it would be hard to imagine. Now that he has encountered this kind of thing again, I'm worried that father's body will deteriorate even faster."

Alas.

Tang Qingfeng sighed, "There are always villains in this world who don't let people live in peace. Since we've encountered it, we can only help foster father face it. Second brother, don't worry, I won't go out anymore, I'll stay by foster father's side to be filial."

Tang Qingyun nodded gratefully, his eyes red.

Tang Zhengyang was over a hundred years old, and his time was approaching, which was something that couldn't be helped. Moreover, Tang Zhengyang had children late in life and loved his children very much. From childhood to adulthood, even if Tang Qingyun made a big mistake, his old father never blamed or scolded him, but patiently persuaded him. This was in stark contrast to other people's children.

Tang Qingyun kept all of this in mind when he grew up.

He could only sigh that the heavens were ruthless, birth, old age, sickness, and death… were inevitable.

As if sensing the discomfort in Tang Qingyun's heart, Tang Qingfeng walked over and held Tang Qingyun's shoulder, "Second brother, the only thing we sons can do is to take good care of foster father and see him off. If we can help him find someone with outstanding talent in nourishing life to inherit his mantle, I think foster father will have no regrets even when his time comes."

Tang Qingyun nodded heavily.

After a long time, footsteps came from the cellar. A shadow slowly walked out, it was Tang Zhengyang holding the hand warmer, staggering out of the darkness, bathing in the sunlight.

The cold morning wind blew, carrying bursts of cold, ruffling Tang Zhengyang's white hair, adding a bit of haggardness. It made him look much older.

Tang Qingyun felt a pang of sadness and called out in a low voice, "Father."

Tang Qingyun immediately stood up straight like a reprimanded child, his face embarrassed and red.

Tang Qingfeng smiled wryly, patted Tang Qingyun's shoulder, "Second brother, don't worry. I know."

Watching the backs of his elder brother and old father walking away, Tang Qingyun sighed in his heart, feeling sour.

His old father always took his eldest brother with him in his last days, but deliberately alienated himself.

Tang Qingyun, who was already nearly fifty years old, naturally knew his father's intentions, which were nothing more than not wanting himself to be too sad, a kind of concern for his own son. But he still felt quite uncomfortable in his heart.

… …

Great Yin Mountain, a remote corner.

Here, the trees cover the sky and the sun, thorns grow everywhere, and wild animals are everywhere.

Tang Qingfeng and Tang Zhengyang walked one after the other on the mountain road, their bodies filled with rolling blood and energy, making the wild animals dare not approach.

Tang Qingfeng held a broadsword in his hand, cutting away the thorny bushes and trees blocking the way in front. He cleared a smooth path for his foster father. He also kept reminding his foster father to be careful.

Tang Zhengyang saw it all and nodded from time to time. Then he sighed slightly: Tang Qingfeng is very good, he has followed him for most of his life, but unfortunately… he can't practice the Bright Jade Skill.

Otherwise, the Tang Family Fort wouldn't have to go to such lengths to recruit talents.

What a pity…

But this was also within Tang Zhengyang's expectations.

The Bright Jade Skill, how easy is it to practice?

This is not an ordinary martial art, but a half-immortal cultivation method. Li Changchun traveled around in his early years and let so many people with good martial arts talents do experiments, and only he, Tang Zhengyang, and his senior brother entered the door.

Cultivating the Bright Jade Skill does not depend on talent.

What exactly does it depend on… Tang Zhengyang has been groping for most of his life and still hasn't figured it out.

Later, Tang Zhengyang felt that cultivating the Bright Jade Skill might require some talent in nourishing life. When recruiting talents, he set the strategy of examining the talent of nourishing life. Instead of martial arts talent.

Tang Zhengyang was not sure whether this trick was feasible.

After all, even Master Li Changchun didn't figure it out… let alone himself.

'The Bright Jade Skill is the master's lifelong effort. Before his death, he gave the Bright Jade Skill to me. I should also find another successor before my death to live up to the master's inheritance.'

'Unfortunately, this person is too difficult to find, and there is still no result. Could it be that, as Master said… to cultivate the nourishing life skill, what kind of immortal fate is needed?'

Just as Tang Zhengyang was in a daze, Tang Qingfeng's voice came from the front.

"Foster father, according to the direction you instructed, it should be here."

Tang Zhengyang regained his thoughts and saw a cave in front of him.

It looked like a tomb robber's hole.

"It's here, go down and take a look."

Tang Qingfeng squatted down, bent over and waded into the cave.

Since his master's tomb had been robbed, Tang Zhengyang wanted to clean up his master's bones so that his master could rest in peace.

The tomb was not big, just a main tomb chamber.

Tang Qingfeng lit a torch to illuminate it and saw that the coffins in the tomb chamber had been turned upside down and were in a mess. He couldn't help but spray angrily, "Damn tomb robbers, they deserve to be condemned by God."

Tang Zhengyang also frowned and his heart trembled, but he wasn't so angry, "Fortunately, I took precautions back then and didn't put the main coffin here. There is an ancient well next door, and the coffin is in the ancient well."

Tang Qingfeng followed the direction Tang Zhengyang pointed, and sure enough, he saw a huge stone. He moved the huge stone away, and there was an ancient well below. An iron chain was placed next to the ancient well.

Even the tomb robbers would not have thought of this.

Seeing the iron chain, Tang Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, "Qingfeng, this iron chain is tied to the master's coffin below, you pull the iron chain up."

"Yes."

As Tang Zhengyang's adopted son and personal disciple, Tang Qingfeng's kung fu was naturally very good. With a little force, his muscles bulged and his strength exploded. He pulled the iron chain up little by little.

Sure enough, a jade coffin soaked in water followed the iron chain up little by little, and was finally pulled out of the well by Tang Qingfeng and placed flat on the ground.

"Master!"

Tang Zhengyang was very excited when he saw the jade coffin, prostrating himself on the ground and kowtowing.

"This disciple is unfilial, letting the tomb robbers disturb your rest."

Tang Qingfeng stood beside him watching, not speaking to disturb him. When Tang Zhengyang's emotions gradually returned to normal, he stepped forward to help Tang Zhengyang up, "Foster father, the underground air is not good, staying for a long time is bad for your health. Let's quickly carry the coffin out."

Tang Zhengyang then got up, gently stroking the jade coffin, and murmured: "Senior brother is not here, so I will make the decision. Find a quiet place for Master to rest… Huh?"

Halfway through his words, Tang Zhengyang suddenly realized something and suddenly went to flip the position of the coffin lid.

"This jade coffin has been opened… Qingfeng, quickly open the coffin and take a look."

Tang Qingfeng was startled and hurriedly obeyed the order, exerting force to push the coffin lid. With a rumbling sound, the coffin lid was pushed open little by little.

Hiss!

Tang Zhengyang suddenly took a breath of cold air.

The coffin was empty.