Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant-Chapter 394: Classmates Falling Away

Small Gu Peak, Cold Moon Pavilion.

Shen Xuan raised his eyes, gazing distantly at the bright moon in the sky.

Like a silver plate, scattering countless silver rays.

People now can’t see the ancient moon, yet this month once shone upon ancient people.

Shen Xuan felt a sigh in his heart, stepped forward, and knocked on the Cold Moon Pavilion’s door.

The maid guarding the door was startled awake.

"It’s late at night, the Pavilion Master is already asleep. Visitors, please leave."

"Could you please report that Shen Xuan requests to see Junior Sister Qin?"

Hearing Shen Xuan’s name, the maid was suddenly awakened, her voice much more polite.

"Oh, it’s Shen the Direct Disciple. Please wait a moment, I will go report to the Pavilion Master."

Evidently, the name Shen Xuan held special significance in the Cold Moon Pavilion.

It wasn’t long.

The door of the Cold Moon Pavilion gently opened.

A beautiful female cultivator in white clothes as if made of snow, with bright eyes and jade-like features, stood before Shen Xuan.

The familiar fragrance in the air.

It was Qin Yuehan, whom he hadn’t seen for many years.

"Senior Brother, please come in."

Qin Yuehan slightly bowed in salute and then turned her graceful figure to lead Shen Xuan inside.

Watching Qin Yuehan’s light curves and graceful silhouette from behind.

Shen Xuan couldn’t help but smile bitterly to himself.

Into the reception room.

The maid served spirit tea, then left the room.

The two sat facing each other.

Shen Xuan noticed that Qin Yuehan’s pretty face wasn’t as before, with a slight blush like white jade.

Instead, it showed a sickly fragile pallor.

A few hours earlier.

Shen Xuan learned that Wang Fugui was nearing the end of his lifespan.

After much consideration.

He still decided to personally discuss this matter with Qin Yuehan.

Nowadays, Lv Zhengying’s status has created a distance between them.

If nothing unexpected happens, Lv Zhengying will stop at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment.

He will leave the Cyan Cloud Sect to establish a cultivation clan.

Previously, Shen Xuan had deliberately avoided Qin Yuehan.

It was actually for Qin Yuehan’s own good.

Before, he became Qin Yuehan’s heart demon, being her girlhood dream.

Who could have predicted.

Many years later.

Shen Xuan joined the Cyan Cloud Sect.

His realm cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, his battle strength astonishing.

Repeatedly making a mark. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Even fought alongside Qin Yuehan, helping her stabilize her Cyan Wood Spirit Body.

After honing for forty years in the world of loose cultivators.

Shen Xuan established his Dao Foundation, like reverse aging, with a handsome and refined appearance, confident and elegant.

Qin Yuehan’s past feelings unexpectedly rekindled, burning fiercely like a blazing fire.

After noticing this, Shen Xuan could only keep a distance, making excuses to distant himself.

He didn’t expect.

Qin Yuehan, over a hundred years old, still had a girl’s heart.

Still so emotional and pure, longing for love.

On reflection, it’s normal.

Such cases were commonplace in the previous world.

Older women in their decades still with a young girl’s heart, having affairs, are not even news.

Qin Yuehan, as the Commandery Princess, entered the Cyan Cloud Sect to cultivate.

Though already over a hundred years old.

She had no experience in emotions between men and women.

Encountering Shen Xuan, a man of outstanding ability and elegant demeanor once again.

Naturally, she was inescapably deeply mired.

In such matters, others can’t help.

She can only wait for her own enlightenment, using the Wisdom Sword to sever emotional ties.

If it weren’t that Wang Fugui’s lifespan had ended, Shen Xuan would not have come to see Qin Yuehan.

"Wang Fugui’s lifespan is coming to an end. According to Junior Brother Lv, he only has two or three days left."

Shen Xuan said while drinking spirit tea, avoiding Qin Yuehan’s autumn-water-like bright eyes.

"Junior Brother Lv and I have discussed; we’ll go to Dragon Gate Market tomorrow to see him off for the last time."

"Time is pressing, so I had to visit late at night. Junior Sister Qin, are you available to join?"

Qin Yuehan gazed at the handsome and elegant senior brother who kept her sleepless at night.

She said softly, "Yuehan always has time."

There was no way to respond to this sentence.

Shen Xuan made the excuse that it was late, and they would meet at the entrance of the Cyan Cloud Sect tomorrow morning.

After speaking, he hurriedly left.

After walking a great distance.

Only then did he secretly turn around to look.

At the entrance of Cold Moon Pavilion, a slender silhouette was still standing there, like a slender willow in the wind.

...

Dragon Gate Market.

The Liu residence of the Juxian Tower’s chief shopkeeper.

A luxurious Cyan Cloud Sect carriage stopped at the gate.

"Elder Lv, we’ve arrived."

The driving Cyan Cloud Sect servant said with a smile.

Lv Zhengying got off the carriage.

Pulled up the curtain for the other two passengers inside to step out.

They were both wearing cloaks, with light veils covering their appearances.

One in cyan, the other in white, presumed to be a couple.

The Cyan Cloud Sect servant was secretly astonished.

Considering that even Elder Lv had to lift the curtain for that couple.

It was imaginable how noble that couple’s status was.

An older, short, and slightly chubby man resembling Wang Fugui hurriedly approached.

"Elder Lv, two immortal masters, please come inside!"

"You must be Wang Fugui’s eldest son, Liu Xianxian."

"Yes, I am Liu Xianxian."

"Lead the way then."

Liu Xianxian signaled with his eyes.

The Liu family guards quickly dispersed the crowd ahead, clearing a path.

"How is Fugui doing?"

"The physician says father can hold on for three more days."

Liu Xianxian replied respectfully.

Regarding the two cloaked cultivators behind Lv Zhengying, he didn’t dare to glance at them even once.

His father had vaguely mentioned those two’s status before.

It wasn’t someone at his middle stage of qi cultivation family cultivator could associate with.

Even Lv Zhengying.

Only came to see him for the last time considering that his father had labored for him for many years.

Inside the inner courtyard.

A large group, presumably Wang Fugui’s descendants, over a dozen people, divided into several factions, loudly arguing inside.

"Shut up!"

"Disgraceful fools, all of you get out!"

Liu Xianxian shouted angrily.

"Eldest brother, why is it..."

An elder in purple embroidered robes stepped out from the crowd, facing Liu Xianxian.

He had just started speaking when Liu Xianxian interrupted him.

"Second brother, do you dare defy our father’s words?"

The elder in embroidered robes looked toward the bed.

Their father, Wang Fugui, opened his cloudy eyes, his aged hands like dried husks, was slowly waving at them.

The meaning was clear.

He wanted them to leave the room.

The elder in embroidered robes said no more, silently stepping out.

The others followed him out one by one.

"I’m sorry to have embarrassed Elder Lv."

Liu Xianxian then went out, firmly closing the bedroom door.

Shen Xuan helped Qin Yuehan remove her cloak.

"Fugui, look who’s here to see you!"

Lv Zhengying supported Wang Fugui’s head.

"Brother Shen, Little Commandery Princess, you’ve come!"

A trace of smile appeared on Wang Fugui’s aged face.

"These unworthy descendants, they make us a laughingstock."

Hardly had he spoken when Wang Fugui was short of breath, gasping for air.

Clearly, his body functions had thoroughly declined, nearing the end of its vitality.

Shen Xuan removed his cloak and walked in front of Wang Fugui.

He extended his forefinger, gently tapping Wang Fugui’s forehead.

Just a few breaths later.

Wang Fugui’s complexion turned rosy.

"Thank you, Brother Shen."

"No need to thank me. I only brought forth the last of your potential. Twelve hours from now, you’ll ascend to the Immortal Realm."

"Haha, twelve hours, that’s rather good."

Wang Fugui gestured for Lv Zhengying to let go, then sat up by himself, leaning against the bed.

"Brother Shen, you are still so handsome."

"Little Commandery Princess, you are still so beautiful!"

"Little Marquis, you’ve aged!"

Shen Xuan looked at Wang Fugui, who was old beyond recognition, suddenly feeling a sense of connection, a subtle sadness.

"Brother Shen and Immortal Qin rarely manage to visit you. If there’s anything you want to say, don’t hold back."

Lv Zhengying reminded him gently.

Wang Fugui’s old face turned red.

"The children have their own fortunes. I’ve already divided the family property, let them make a fuss."

"After all, I’m married into the family, they carry the Liu name, not Wang."

"I have been fortunate in this life, both wealthy and noble."

"I never dueled and got injured. Reached the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer, lived to be a hundred and twenty-two, considered long-lived."

"Fugui has been an understanding man. This life has been smooth sailing, impressive in the Dragon Gate Market, thanks to the prestige of my three comrades."

Wang Fugui looked at Shen Xuan.

"Speak if you have matters. If not now, you may never have the chance again."

Shen Xuan speculated that Wang Fugui still wished for him to look after his descendants.

A life, like grass and trees in autumn.

At the time of departure, the only thing one can’t let go of is the true kin by blood.

"Brother Shen. My unworthy descendants seem shrewd, but they are actually inept, you needn’t worry about their fate."

"But there is one great-grandson, raised by my side from a young age."

"Middle Grade Water Spirit Root, like I was, clever and personable."

"Initially I planned to take him to the Cyan Cloud Sect Immortal Seed Entry Level selection when he turns fifteen."

Wang Fugui looked at Shen Xuan.

Qin Yuehan is a woman, certainly inconvenient.

Although Lv Zhengying is a Foundation Establishment Elder at Cyan Cloud Sect.

Where is Shen Xuan, the much renowned Direct Disciple True Master?

Moreover, by coincidence.

The great-grandson also has a Water Spirit Root.

He knows Shen Xuan is a Water Cultivator.

The kind whose combat power is especially strong.

First in the Sect’s small competitions!

"I won’t take on disciples."

Shen Xuan pondered, saying: "If he has Pill Talisman talent, he may follow me to Cold Jade Peak, I’ll teach him Entry Level."

"Let him come in, let me take a look."

Wang Fugui beamed with joy.

"Good!"

Lv Zhengying walked out, opened the door, and whispered a few words to Liu Xianxian waiting outside.

Soon, a slightly chubby boy of twelve or thirteen was brought in.

Shen Xuan asked a few questions.

The boy answered appropriately.

Clearly, Wang Fugui had put considerable effort into teaching him.

"Alright. You may leave first."

The boy bowed a few times before Wang Fugui, said nothing, and silently departed.

"Wang Fugui. This matter, I agree to it."

"What the future holds, depends on his fortunes!"

What Wang Fugui sought was merely a trivial matter to Shen Xuan.

Just placing the boy in the Cave Mansion, let Su Xue’Er take him.

Treating him as a small follower.

Teach him some cultivation techniques when idle.

"Thank you, Brother Shen."

"My great-grandson, once he enters the sect, will carry my surname, severing ties with the Liu family."

Shen Xuan glanced at Wang Fugui’s pleading eyes.

He slightly nodded: "Alright."

Wang Fugui laughed heartily: "I have not lived my life in vain to have comrades like you!"

"Today, Fugui hosts, let’s drink to our heart’s content; we won’t leave till we’re drunk!"

Under Shen Xuan’s Divine Hidden Sea Technique, Wang Fugui exhibited a final burst of vitality, getting out of bed and standing up.

Backyard.

The bright moon hung high.

The stone table was laden with tasty delicacies.

Wang Fugui, trembling, poured wine for his three comrades.

His movements were slow.

Yet the wine didn’t spill a drop.

"This is Fugui’s last banquet."

"Being able to gather with Brother Shen, Little Commandery Princess, and Little Marquis, singing and reminiscing, Heaven has treated Wang Fugui kindly!"

After speaking, Wang Fugui was the first to toast and drained his cup.

Shen Xuan quietly emptied his cup.

Lv Zhengying followed suit and drank it all.

Qin Yuehan slowly finished her spirit wine, her charming face blushing like flying petals.

Wang Fugui seemed like he was once more in youth.

Lamenting and jesting, reminiscing about the amusing stories from their time as comrades.

Continuously refilling his own cup.

Presumably prepared mentally.

To become forever drunk.

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

At this moment, Shen Xuan frowned slightly.

He looked up, gazing toward a void above the high wall.

"I wonder which fellow Daoist has come, why not reveal yourself?"