My wife is a supplier of materials for cultivating immortals

Chapter 128

"Okay, that's all I want to ask." Yan Huang patted Chang Jingwen on the shoulder and said, then he glanced at Chang Jingwen, hesitated for a while, and then sighed: "By the way, why did you stay here? In the mortal world? After living like this for more than 2000 years, wouldn’t you feel very painful?”

"Is it painful?" Chang Jingwen licked his fingers, then frowned: "Pain is certainly painful, but thinking that he is more painful than me, I can't just leave the mortal world like this...I must find a way Free him."

"So, sure enough, someone asked you to stay here? Is it a friend or a lover?" Yan Huang asked.

Chang Jingwen thought for a while and replied: "I don't know, after spending thousands of years with each other, we can no longer be described as friends or lovers. To each other, we are a special existence, right? . That's pretty much what it feels like when you think you're never alone when he's around."

"It feels more like lovers." Yan Huang said with a smile, "That's how Qiqi and I are? You know I have very few friends in school. In the past years, I actually hated celebrating birthdays, because every time it came to my birthday, I wouldn't Like others, there are a lot of friends who send gifts and blessings, but what I can receive is usually a simple congratulation from my parents, but after having Qiqi..."

Yan Huang shrugged: "I know someone who will remember my birthday. She will care about my feelings and remember my preferences. Every year on her birthday, she will definitely send a blessing. Thinking of this will make me feel that I am here. Not alone in the world. That's what it feels like, right?"

"That's right." Chang Jingwen nodded with a smile, "It's just that we cultivators are different from ordinary people. We no longer have physical desires, so the concept of a couple is rather vague to us, and we are more of a partner."

"So, is your partner still in the mortal world? That's why you haven't ascended to immortality?" Yan Huang cautiously probed.

"Yeah..." Chang Jingwen sighed helplessly, "It's a long story, we were seven brothers and sisters at first. What dynasty was that time? Xia Dynasty? Shang Dynasty? I can't remember clearly. Anyway, I only remember that Everyone lived in a very difficult time, and our seven brothers and sisters were all slaves, and we escaped together, and by chance, we met our master and started to cultivate."

"Wait a minute!" Yan Huang said, interrupting Chang Jingwen, then went back to the room, took out a bottle of ginseng fruit wine, poured a glass and handed it to Chang Jingwen, "You have a story, I have wine."

Chang Jingwen took a sip from the wine glass, and said with a smile: "Actually, there is nothing to talk about when you are cultivating, it is very boring, repeating those contents every day. In such a life, our seven brothers have also grown up."

"Is everyone's progress in comprehension the same?" Yan Huang asked curiously, Chang Jingwen shook his head: "They are all different, the most talented of them should be our elder brother Guang Dewu, he is very talented, even if it is It only took ten short years to enter the middle stage of foundation establishment by doing random cultivation without exercises. This is very rare even for those big schools."

However, soon the seven brothers and sisters ushered in their first separation.Their master is old and doesn't have much talent in cultivation.Most of the Sanren cultivators in that era were cultivating by chance. They were forced to cultivate because of the hardships of their living environment. Therefore, they did not break through to the next level when their life span was up, and eventually died one step ahead of their seven brothers.

Fortunately, the seven brothers still helped each other and continued their cultivation in that remote mountain.I don't know how many years have passed, but Chang Jingwen and Guangdewu's cultivation base is undoubtedly the highest among the seven.Until one day several big factions broke into the mountain, saying that there is a legendary treasure "five-color flowers" in this mountain.

"Five-color flower?" Yan Huang asked curiously, and Chang Jingwen nodded: "That is a very rare fairy grass. It has no seeds and no fruits. It is purely a kind of fairy grass condensed by spiritual energy. According to legend, The five-color stone that Nuwa used to mend the sky was condensed from the five-color flower, and once it came out, people in the cultivation world would fight for it."

"As for?" Yan Huang couldn't help muttering, Chang Jingwen looked at him, and said seriously: "The reason why the five-color stone can mend the sky is because its aura is so full of unimaginable. It is almost omnipotent. Even if the physical body is completely destroyed, as long as the spiritual consciousness is still there, the five-color stone can completely restore your body, and it is completely in a spiritual state."

"Isn't that directly transforming into a god? Can you transcend the tribulation and become an immortal?" Yan Huang asked in shock.

"Exactly." Chang Jingwen nodded: "So do you know how precious this thing is? People who have failed to overcome the catastrophe can use it to reshape their bodies, and those who have not yet overcome the catastrophe can directly overcome the catastrophe by taking it , Who wouldn't want a cultivator?"

"Hmm..." Yan Huang also fell into deep thought: For ordinary people, this thing is like a lottery ticket that has won a billion-dollar prize, and ordinary people would fight for this lottery ticket.

"At that time, we just lived in seclusion and hid in the mountains to practice. How did we know about five-color flowers? But those cultivators didn't believe it. They saw the vision of five-color flowers born on the mountain where we lived in seclusion, and then Seeing us here, we think we have taken the five-color flower." Chang Jingwen said this, with a trace of anger on his face.

"Those cultivators, could it be..." Yan Huang looked at Chang Jingwen sympathetically and asked.

Chang Jingwen laughed: "They besieged our seven brothers and forced us to tell the whereabouts of the five-color flower."

"But no decent people stand up to object?" Yan Huang asked in disbelief.

"Those who attack us are the so-called decent people." Chang Jingwen looked at Yan Huang and said with a smile. Villains, only human."

As he said that, Chang Jingwen shook his head: "Brother and I had the highest cultivation and escaped, but the other five brothers and sisters all died at the hands of those cultivators. After that, we vowed to take revenge. But then As time passed, we also discovered that those cultivators who attacked us were not small characters, and it was too difficult to avenge them..."

"You gave up?" Yan Huang's heart tightened.

"How is it possible?" Chang Jingwen said with a wry smile, "I will never forget what happened that day... It's just that my brother is too eager to take revenge, longing for the improvement of the realm and powerful power, which makes him practice... Something went wrong."

"Have gone mad?" Yan Huang asked nervously, and Chang Jingwen nodded: "He has fallen... He is still wandering in the wilderness, dominated by hatred, and wants to take revenge on those sects. Compared with the hatred of brothers and sisters , I want him to be freed from it now. The dead person can't come back, but he still has a chance...before he is killed by people from the cultivation world."

(End of this chapter)