I Built A Family Of Immortal Cultivators

Chapter 151: The Death of Patriarch Zhu

"Oh, not at all, not at all. I should be thanking Fellow Daoist Lin for coming to see me," said Zhang, the master of refining tools.

After being persuaded by Zhang to stay, Lin Qing sat down and had a cup of tea. During their conversation, they unconsciously began discussing the increasingly chaotic situation in the Zhao Kingdom.

As they talked, Lin Qing brought up the topic of magical tools. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, the more chaotic the situation becomes, the better it is for you. You won't have any trouble selling your magical tools."

Zhang smiled and shook his head. "Fellow Daoist is not wrong. The magical tools do sell well, but you only know one side of the story. While the magical tools sell, I haven't made much profit. You see, as a wandering cultivator, the rising cost of raw materials is terrifying. It's not so bad for materials like demonic beasts, but for spiritual ores, the prices have skyrocketed. The major powers have their own mines and can control the profits, but as a solo cultivator, the price increase hits me even harder. I haven't made much profit, and I can only raise the prices slightly. If I raise them too much, I'm afraid no one will come."

After listening to Zhang's words, Lin Qing took a deep breath, surprised by this perspective.

Although Zhang emphasized that he was a wandering cultivator, Lin Qing still couldn't believe it. How could a wandering cultivator reach such a level? Or was it that other forces couldn't see him or didn't try to recruit him? Thinking back to the Infinite Sect and the later Red Sun Immortal City, how could Lin Qing believe it?

After talking for a while, Lin Qing took his leave. He boarded his newly purchased second-grade flying boat and swiftly flew away. As he passed by Red Sun Immortal City, he glanced at it from afar but had no intention of going in.

After Lin Qing left, Zhang patiently finished the remaining tea. Then, he took out a spiritual talisman from the room and wrote something on it with a brush. The talisman flashed, and the writing disappeared, as if it had been sent out.

As for what he wrote, only Zhang himself knew.

"Late Foundation Building stage, truly impressive," Zhang marveled in his heart.

After marveling, he shook his head and went back to refining tools.

Lin Qing, who had left Ling Mountain, piloted the new flying boat all the way back to the Lin family's mountain. It took him two days to get there, but it only took half a day to return.

With the new flying boat, Lin Qing no longer needed the old one.

If it were before, he would have given the old flying boat to one of his sons without a second thought. However, as the Lin family grew stronger, Lin Qing gradually implemented a rule.

That rule was the exchange of contribution points.

This was actually modeled after sects. When a family grew stronger, it would reach this stage. The distribution of benefits could no longer be based solely on individual will; it had to be relatively equal treatment for every member of the family.

In this regard, contribution points were the most useful thing.

By setting tasks for the family's descendants to complete and earning contribution points, they could then exchange them in the family's treasure vault. This was the proper way to distribute resources in a family.

Lin Qing was slowly implementing this system, but the Lin family had only recently been established, so it would take some time to fully implement it.

However, Lin Qing was not in a hurry. Such matters needed to be done slowly. It would expose problems and allow for adjustments.

The setting of tasks, the amount of contribution points, and the value of treasures all needed time to be refined. They couldn't be decided with just a stroke of a pen. Even if they were already decided, they would need to be adjusted in the future as external circumstances changed. This was an ongoing process.

After obtaining the magic weapon, the matter was settled, and Lin Qing immediately resumed his cultivation.

Now that the Lin family's mountain is being suppressed by the Wuji Sect, there is nothing much to worry about. The cultivation of the spiritual fields is carried out every year, so he doesn't need to worry about it. The most important thing for him is to improve his own cultivation. If he can reach the Purple Mansion stage, all problems will be solved.

But things are always unpredictable.

Just a year after returning from Ling Mountain, Lin Qing's cultivation has not made any breakthroughs. However, Lin Qing learned about a major event that happened in the Wuji Sect.

Lin Qing learned about it from Lin Xueze, who heard it from Qin Rou, who in turn heard it from her grandfather. Her grandfather obtained the information from a mole within the Wuji Sect.

The mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator of the Wuji Sect, Senior Zhu, has died!

When Qin Rou, who was the first to hear this news, heard it, she couldn't believe it. But the mole confirmed it, saying that Senior Zhu did indeed die of natural causes.

Later, the news was confirmed through other channels. Qin Rou and the master of the Qingfeng Sect were overjoyed. Previously, the Wuji Sect had three mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivators, but now one of them had died. Their power had greatly diminished, which was good news for both the Qingfeng Sect and the Xianxia Sect.

Qin Rou unintentionally heard this news from the master of the Qingfeng Sect, but it didn't have any positive or negative impact on her.

Later, when she was with Lin Xueze, Qin Rou casually mentioned this news to him, and Lin Xueze was instantly filled with excitement.

"Rou'er, you said a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator from the Wuji Sect died? And his surname is Zhu?" Lin Xueze asked excitedly, holding Qin Rou.

Qin Rou was a little breathless and nodded with a flushed face. She was a bit puzzled by Lin Xueze's reaction. Why did he become even more excited after hearing this news?

Seeing Qin Rou's appearance, Lin Xueze quickly let go of her and calmed down before speaking.

"It's like this. I heard it from my grandfather. The person known as Senior Zhu, the mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator, lived for 363 years and died of old age half a year ago."

"Good, good! He's dead, he's dead!" Lin Xueze became even more excited. Since the incident with Senior Zhu, the Lin family had held a deep grudge against the Wuji Sect. Now that one of the Wuji Sect's Purple Mansion cultivators had died, it was something he had longed for. And what's more important, this Purple Mansion cultivator's surname was Zhu, just like Senior Zhu from before. This was truly a great joy.

"Those who do evil will perish by their own hands, will perish by their own hands!" Lin Xueze kept muttering this phrase.

Qin Rou, however, was a bit puzzled. Senior Zhu had lived for 363 years, which was quite long for a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator with an average lifespan of 350 years. He clearly died of natural causes, so there was no reason to say that those who do evil will perish by their own hands.

But seeing Lin Xueze's excitement, Qin Rou didn't voice her thoughts.

After his excitement subsided, Lin Xueze looked at Qin Rou and asked happily, "Shall we continue?"

"Yes." Qin Rou immediately forgot about Senior Zhu and wholeheartedly devoted herself to Lin Xueze.

After their intimate moment, Lin Xueze immediately returned to the Lin family's mountain and told Lin Qing about this news.

"Are you saying that Senior Zhu from the Wuji Sect has died?" Lin Qing also found it hard to believe.

(End of this chapter)