Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

In sleep.

Zhang Xuan seemed to have come a long, long way.

He reviewed his century-long life.

From the past to the present.

From now to the future.

He began to break through to the state of spiritual transformation.

At this time, his brother-in-law, the Buddha King of the West, and the two great gods of Demon Abyss in the Chaoxi Sea were protecting him.

His consciousness, true essence, qi and blood are now in the best condition.

Breaking through to the God Transformation stage can be said to be a sure thing.

Finally, the last step.

There were three paths before him.

He walked directly towards the road on the far left.

After a fluctuation, he came to a cage.

The person in the cage had a blank expression on his face, which Zhang Xuan found very familiar.

"Father..." The man opened his eyes and shouted at Zhang Xuan, with a hint of joy on his wooden face.

"You are...you are a stick?"

"It's me." Tears flowed from Mugun'er's wooden face.

"Why are you locked in a cage? Where are your brothers?"

"They... they have betrayed and surrendered to other gods."

"What happened?"

"My father's magical power was profound. He overwhelmed the various major treasure domains in the Great Wilderness Realm and the various gods in the Chaoxi Sea. They launched a counterattack. Zhang Dawu, Zhang Mo, and many uncles like Qiu Lao Da were killed in the battlefield. My father was also besieged by dozens of gods. I thought my father had fallen, but I didn't expect to see him again."

Zhang Xuan looked at the wooden stick, his scapula was pierced, and his body was covered with scars.

He sighed and said, "Mugun, since your father is doomed, why don't you go with your brothers?"

Mu Gun'er smiled bitterly on his miserable face: "Father, my cultivation is low, the road is too long, and life is too short. My brothers and sisters are responsible for surviving and inheriting the bloodline and incense. I will shoulder the responsibility of supporting father. I can't let people say that father's descendants are all weak eggs..."

"Fool, idiot..." Zhang Xuan burst into tears.

He never imagined that he would end up like this.

He risked his life to enter Shangjing Immortal Palace and obtained five drops of true spirit blood to give to his five children.

I didn't expect that now only my last child is still by my side.

Moreover, this child is the only one who has not yet refined the blood of the true spirit.

At this time, all the gods around were moving closer to Zhang Xuan.

"Zhang Xuan, you have monopolized half of the resources of the Great Wilderness Realm, causing the suffering of all living beings in the Great Wilderness Realm. You should be killed!" A spirit incarnation shouted at Zhang Xuan.

At this time, Muguner hurriedly shouted to his father: "Father, you...you should leave quickly. If you stay here, you will surely die."

"Mugun, father has made a mistake once, how could he make the same mistake a second time? Even if dozens of gods surround and kill me, I am not afraid!"

Zhang Xuan and dozens of transformed gods rushed into battle.

It only caused the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.

In the end, Zhang Xuan died of exhaustion.

"Whoosh-"

Zhang Xuan appeared in front of the three roads again.

I saw that the road on the far left had collapsed, and there were only two ways to advance to the God Transformation stage.

He walked towards the middle road.

When he reached the end of this road, he found that his skin was full of wrinkles and his back began to bend.

Moreover, Zhang Xuan lost all his magical powers and turned into an ordinary old man.

Snow fell from the sky and landed on his tattered clothes.

He was shivering with cold and hungry.

At this time, a man who was also hunchbacked, wearing a straw raincoat, saw Henry Zhang and shouted, "Dad, I have been looking for you for a long time, and finally found you."

Zhang Xuan turned his head and saw the other person's appearance, which was a little familiar, and said: "You...you are Mugun..."

"Dad, of course I am a stick. You see, you are confused."

"Mugun, why did you come to this desolate mountain?"

"Your brothers and sisters don't care about you, but I can't. Come home with me."

"go home……"

Zhang Xuan wanted to move.

But my legs were numb from the cold and I couldn't move at all.

"Dad, I'll carry you."

As he spoke, Mu Gun'er carried Zhang Xuan on his back with great effort on his hunched body.

Lying on the thin back of the wooden stick.

Snowflakes fell on the father and son.

Zhang Xuan kept brushing away the snowflakes on Mugun's hair.

The road down the mountain is several miles long.

Mu Guner carried Zhang Xuan all the way to a shack at the foot of the mountain.

"Dad, you must be cold. I'll go light up the kang and it will be warm in a moment."

Zhang Xuan looked around the shack where Mugun lived, and it was completely bare.

Henry Zhang sighed: "Mugun, you...you haven't got married yet?"

Mugun smiled naively and said, "Dad, I live in this shack, no one can look up to me. But now I am over fifty years old, so I don't care about these things."

"Where are your brothers and sisters?"

"Dad, have you forgotten that when the family was divided, you gave the five bright tiled houses to your five younger brothers and sisters. They have all started their own families, but I didn't expect them to be such bad people. They pushed the old father around and didn't even give him a bite of food. I just heard that they were so cruel to send my father to the barren mountains. Fortunately, I went there in time..."

As he spoke, Mugun'er turned his head with his honest face and glanced at Zhang Xuan.

"Mugun'er, Dad didn't give you anything, you..."

"I have never blamed Dad. I will take care of you in your old age. As long as I have something to eat, you will never let Dad go hungry."

"Mugun'er, if I could have suffered more when I was young and built a tiled house, you wouldn't have had such a hard life. You would have children and grandchildren around you now, and you wouldn't be alone and single all your life..." When Zhang Xuan said this, he burst into tears.

"Dad, don't think about those sad things. My life is over. I just want to serve you well for the rest of my life. That's enough."

There wasn't much food left in Mugun'er's house.

Now there is an elderly person in his seventies or eighties living in the family.

The food supply at home was even more limited.

Mugun had no choice but to borrow food from his neighbors.

Relying on coarse grains such as wheat bran and sorghum, we finally survived this extremely long and cold winter.

He ate simple meals every day, but with Mu Gun taking good care of him by his bed, Zhang Xuan's life had never been so comfortable.

Finally made it to the beginning of next spring.

The ice and snow melted, and Zhang Xuan's body was almost healed.

He used a cane and a wooden stick to clear a piece of wasteland halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Xuan has rich experience in farming.

The wasteland that has been reclaimed will yield a good harvest the following year.

Both father and son were overjoyed.

In the following days, the father and son lived on this piece of wasteland.

When there is plenty of rain, the father and son have smiles on their faces.

When the dry season comes, both father and son are filled with worry.

The father and son were overjoyed to harvest three or five more buckets of grain.

When the harvest is poor, both father and son become depressed.

As time passed, Henry Zhang became older.

He could no longer climb the mountain.

He could only help the stick do things within his ability.

For example, pick out some millet with full grains and use it as seeds for next year.

Rub some hemp ropes with your hands and weave them into straw sandals.

Finally one day, when Zhang Xuan was selecting wheat seeds, he suddenly felt dizzy and fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the crying wooden stick in front of him.

"Dad, do you have anything else to say?" asked Mugun.

Zhang Xuan knew that his life was coming to an end. He wiped away the tears from Mugun'er's eyes with trembling hands and asked, "Mugun'er, it was Dad's fault back then. You...you..."

"Dad...you don't have to say anything. You...you shouldn't have stayed with me. Becoming a spirit is the path you should take. Why did you stay and live this mortal life with me..."

Zhang Xuan was stunned. He watched Mu Gun'er's face become blurred, and he uttered the last words in a creaky voice: "I have lived my happy life."