Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

"Wait? Little Fushuo, your incarnation... Why does it look familiar to me?"

The last black dragon, holding 18% of the weight, ran to the side of Yang Fushuo’s incarnation and had completed the binding.

A black energy thread entwined around both the person and the dragon.

Just like everyone else.

Seeing this, Long Hong had a somewhat helpless look in his eyes.

"Yang Fu, it seems your son’s Qi Fortune is well-deserved..."

"Ah?"

Yang Fu was startled, then he saw the ’incarnation’ of Yang Fushuo dispersing its Spiritual Energy, slowly reverting to the appearance of Yang Qiangyou.

He cautiously and sneakily called out:

"Dad..."

"You..."

Yang Fu was about to speak, then he understood.

Yang Fushuo had brought him here.

Since Yang Fushuo always listened to him, he wouldn’t oppose him on big issues; the only one who could make Yang Fushuo act on his own was... the ancestor’s word.

Yang Qiangyou’s presence here was clearly with the ancestor’s permission.

Thus, Yang Fu said nothing more but nodded.

"Stay closely behind me, and don’t wander off."

This time they had really stumbled upon some dogshit luck...

It was known that these were the combined values invested by all other Spirit Pavilions at the beginning, accounting for 18% of the contribution!

Only surpassed by Yang Fu, Long Hong, and Du Yuyan.

Out of the 18 Earth Spirit Pavilion cultivators and 2 Elixir Pavilion cultivators present, doing nothing special, Yang Qiangyou ranked fourth, and his Black Dragon undoubtedly had extraordinary privileges!

On the other hand, Yang Fushuo had only a 5% contribution total, with most of the Elixir Pavilion’s contributions in his master Du Yuyan’s share.

Upon this, the five-star ancestor Yang Genshuo commented.

"It’s not that we can’t offer treasures, but freeloading has a better cost performance."

"Better to arrive at the right time than early."

"Better to be born well than to toil a lifetime as a beast of burden."

Yang Qiangyou, you’ve won big time!

Long Hong had known about Yang Qiangyou boarding the ship early; after all, no disguise technique would work in front of such a great power.

Usually, Long Hong did not show his power, appearing like a normal old man with no sense of pressure or Spiritual Power, but when he revealed his true dragon form... everyone present found it hard to breathe.

Yang Genshuo sometimes also reflected.

"The bigshots of Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect really have no airs... perhaps that’s the sect’s style."

Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect isn’t particularly skilled in any area... but they know a bit of everything.

Even the rather famous Elixirs are not top-notch in the Spirit Miao Continent.

However, the cultivation atmosphere is very good, not competitive, nor lazy.

Towering Spirit Pavilions, like... ivory towers!

"Right, this sect is like a university focused on academics!"

At this moment, Long Hong, seeing Yang Qiangyou seizing the opportunity, didn’t get angry but merely smiled faintly.

"Talent can determine a cultivator’s lower limit, and Qi Fortune... can determine a cultivator’s upper limit, Yang Fu, your son... has a promising path ahead."

Upon hearing this, not only did Yang Fu and Yang Qiangyou feel embarrassed, even Yang Genshuo outside the screen couldn’t help but give a big thumbs up.

"Long Brother is so generous!"

"If this were in an Immortal Cultivation novel on Qidian, Yang Qiangyou would already have embarked on the Path of Death!"

"Loved it~ Long Brother, from now on, you are a good brother of our Yang Family."

At this moment, Yang Fu also hurriedly said:

"Master, that’s too generous a praise. The Qi Fortune my son acquired is a rightfully possessed matter of Earth Spirit Pavilion... These contributions are debts owed by Earth Spirit Pavilion to many other pavilions; in the future... I’ll earn Spirit Stones for the pavilion to repay these debts!"

"Hehe~ It’s good that you have this intention."

Long Hong didn’t expect much, they owed too many Spirit Stones... adding up to over 20,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones from all these Spirit Pavilions; not to mention a small Foundation Establishment Family like Yang Fu’s, even a hundred-year-old Golden Core Family couldn’t produce this amount of Spirit Stones!

And frankly... as a Nascent Soul cultivator, in order to establish the Dragon God Immortal Palace, his pockets were already pinching pennies.

Some of Earth Spirit Pavilion’s money-making ventures had been neglected for decades; what could they earn from?

Having the intention was good, but realistically... it was just lip service.

Long Hong now only hoped that these Dragon Spirits could bring enough value to snatch treasures from the Dragon God Immortal Palace!

Later, if each person could put out some, they could repay the debts for Earth Spirit Pavilion.

Thinking this, Long Hong no longer wasted words.

"Pavilion Master Du, Pill Master Fushuo, and all disciples of Earth Spirit Pavilion, the Dragon God Immortal Palace has now appeared, and cultivators could arrive at any moment! Once inside, everyone must unite and seize the opportunity together!"

Everyone: "Yes!"

Cooperation is the key to securing more opportunities!

"Treasures are important, but life is more precious, everyone, take care!"

"Time waits for no one, into the Immortal Palace!"

Long Hong and the Golden Dragon tied to him charged into the Immortal Palace; after stepping through the gateway, a purple flash shone, and Long Hong vanished, his destination unknown among the many Treasure Halls.

The other Golden Core cultivators of Earth Spirit Pavilion also held hands and followed suit.

Before leaving, Deputy Pavilion Master Maodou patted Yang Fu’s shoulder.

"Our Cultivation levels are different, in different palaces, this time... Uncle Master can’t protect you, you must be very careful! After coming out... I still want to eat fried chicken at your place."

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Master, the Yang Family always welcomes you!"

To prevent Feng Zhong from acting desperately against the Yang Family in a fit of revenge, Long Hong secretly arranged for Deputy Pavilion Master Maodou to protect Yang Fu closely, which lasted for two years.

The Yang Family’s signature ’spiritual food’ had Maodou developing quite a taste for it.

Especially the crispy and tender fried Dragon Chicken, Maodou couldn’t stop eating it.

For him, a cultivator, two years passed in a blink, and between his practice sessions, enjoying food and drink, and occasionally advising the Yang Family on magic, the time was indeed comfortable.