Reborn before the murdered wife preached

If Yu Huaan was calmer, he would remember that his storage bag contained not only a defensive formation, but also a communication paper crane and a low-level flying magic weapon!

However, the menial disciples of Qingyun Sect were all anxiously rushing towards Qingyun Sect. Yu Huaan was also deeply infected by their emotions. He ran as hard as he could and circulated the spiritual power throughout his body!

Feng Xuanxuan, who stayed behind, felt relieved after all the disciples of Qingyun Sect left.

Since she was sure that these Jindan cultivators were not evil cultivators, she was not so afraid. The worst outcome would be that they would steal her storage bag and beat her half to death.

After all, killing people for no reason and incurring the consequences of karma is something that most cultivators dare not do.

Then, Feng Xuanxuan followed the Jindan female cultivator and ran for most of the day until they arrived at Yuxi City.

After entering Yuxi City, the three Jindan cultivators covered their faces and turned into a small alley, as if they were afraid that someone would discover them.

Feng Xuanxuan followed suit, covered her face, and followed them to a small courtyard of a private house.

After opening the gate, the Jindan female cultivator looked around and after making sure there was no danger, she pulled Feng Xuanxuan in quickly and closed the gate again.

"My fellow Daoist, I have been walking along the way and I still don't know what to call you?" The Jindan female cultivator looked at Feng Xuanxuan gently and politely and said.

Feng Xuanxuan also answered gently and politely, "I am a disciple of Qingyun Sect's Medicine Peak, Feng Xuanxuan, nice to meet you three real people."

The Jindan female cultivator reached out and grabbed Feng Xuanxuan, and walked towards the house. "Junior Sister Feng, you don't have to be polite. It's our honor that you can see our master. My last name is Chen, and my given name is Yan. You can just call me Senior Sister Chen."

"These two are my junior brothers and sisters. Like me, they all took the master's surname. Chen Gong and Chen Jing."

Feng Xuanxuan followed suit and bowed to the others, saying, "Senior Sister Chen, Senior Brother, Little Senior Sister Chen!"

"Yeah!" Jindan female cultivator Chen Jing looked at Feng Xuanxuan happily. She had always been the youngest in the past, but now she also has fellow disciples who call her senior sister!

"Junior Sister Feng!" Chen Gong nodded and glanced at Feng Xuanxuan, feeling a little happy. Although he had a junior sister, Chen Jing, she never called him senior brother. This was the first time he was called senior brother!

Soon several people walked into the house.

When Feng Xuanxuan walked to the bed, she saw a white-haired old man lying on the bed, breathing evenly, with a bright look on his face!

“What is this…?” Feng Xuanxuan looked carefully at the white-haired old man lying on the bed, who was Chen Yan’s master.

When Feng Xuanxuan frowned and looked at the old man's face, the gold thread between her eyebrows flashed again.

"So that's it!" Feng Xuanxuan suddenly understood it in a daze!

She turned around and looked at the few people standing respectfully in front of the old man, and asked seriously, "What is your master's cultivation level?"

Chen Yan covered her master with a blanket and said worriedly, "My master is in the late stage of foundation building."

"It is true!" Feng Xuanxuan looked at the old man's disciples, all of whom were very worried about the old man's condition.

"Then do you know why your master is like this?" Feng Xuanxuan asked tentatively.

Chen Yan recalled for a moment before saying to Feng Xuanxuan, "That happened a year ago. The master suddenly called the three of us siblings to his side and said that his time was coming up and asked us to take good care of ourselves."

"Yes! A few days after that, I went to ask my master something. But when I came in, I saw my master lying on the ground, unconscious!" Chen Gong described the moment he discovered that his master was injured.

"Fortunately, Master has a water spirit bead that can heal some minor injuries, allowing Master to save his life and giving us the opportunity to find elixirs and herbs." Chen Jing also looked at the old man worriedly.

Feng Xuanxuan understood. As expected, this old man, their master, was able to save his life and is still alive now, all thanks to the Water Spirit Pearl in his mouth!

What kind of luck is this?

"Then do you know why your master is in a coma?" Feng Xuanxuan asked uncertainly. After all, this is common knowledge in the world of immortals. They have all cultivated to the Golden Core level, so it is impossible for them not to know!

Chen Yan shook her head. "We are not very clear. My junior brother checked Master's body and didn't see any wounds. I also checked Master's spiritual veins, but they showed signs of collapse!"

"You really don't know?!" Feng Xuanxuan didn't quite understand them. "Then do you know how long a cultivator's lifespan is?"

Chen Yan was silent for a while, while Chen Gong and Chen Jing looked at each other. Their cultivation was smooth and natural, and they had never thought about lifespan. After all, after cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage, lifespan can be said to be doubled, and it can be several thousand years.

And they are only over a hundred years old now, and they still have a lot of life left...

"Then do you know how old your master is?" Feng Xuanxuan pointed at the old man's gray hair and asked seriously.

"I followed my master the earliest. At that time, my master was in his prime and was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building." Chen Jing recalled that when she first met her master, she was just an ordinary child from a mortal family, not loved by her parents.

Later, the master left some spirit stones for her parents, accepted her as a disciple, and took her to explore the world of immortal cultivation. Later, he accepted two younger brothers and sisters as his apprentice.

"The lifespan of the foundation-building cultivator..." Feng Xuanxuan didn't finish her words, but her meaning was already very clear.

"Master!"

Chen Yan and the others lay on the bed and cried loudly. They had never thought that their master would leave them, nor had they ever thought that their master, who had not made any progress in cultivation over the past hundred years, would be dying!

Over the past year, they have thought of many places and many ways, but they have never thought that the master’s life span has come to an end!

This is destiny! They have no way to change destiny, they can't save the master!

Chen Yan slowly raised her head, her face mottled with tears, and looked at Feng Xuanxuan bleakly, and asked expectantly, "Since Master's life span has come to an end, then why is my Master still alive and well?"

Feng Xuanxuan turned around and pointed at the old man's face, "It's all thanks to your master's water spirit bead!"

"Water gives birth to all things and is the source of life! Until his body is exhausted and his last bit of spiritual power is used up, he will remain immortal like he is now..." Feng Xuanxuan said the last two words very softly.

It’s just immortality, not life!

"Master!" Chen Yan once again prostrated herself beside the old man's bed, crying loudly, unable to control herself.

After hearing Feng Xuanxuan's answer, Chen Gong and Chen Jing also shed tears silently.

They don’t have a master anymore, their good master!

Feng Xuanxuan stood by and watched awkwardly, not knowing how to persuade them.

Life and death are determined by fate. Monks live longer than ordinary people, so it is not a loss for them to die now!

I wonder if I will get beaten if I try to persuade them like this?

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