Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

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Yang Fu had just whispered a few words with Leng Li and had already learned about these people’s affairs.

Although Zhuang Zhengzhi’s pursuit of her was somewhat annoying, he was still a gentleman who was upright and open, without any other underhanded methods.

"Go and seek your own opportunities."

"Thank you, senior!"

Zhuang Zhengzhi clasped his hands together and flew away.

Although Yang Fu was not petty enough to kill him, he was also not magnanimous enough to search for treasures with such a cultivator who pursued his wife.

By now, Leng Li had returned to her usual state, looking at the ten people screaming miserably on the ground, she asked:

"Husband, how should we deal with them?"

A ruthless glint flashed in Yang Fu’s eyes.

"These people act like those on the Demon Path, naturally, they should be treated in the way of the Demon Path..."

"Little pot, I remember you have a forbidden dish called [Blood Essence Paste], would you open a pot for these ten people?"

Behind Yang Fu, a small pot slowly grew and turned into a person.

"Hah~~"

After yawning, the Immortal Chef slowly opened his eyes and saw ten roasted birdmen.

"Holy moly! Opening Thunder Strike! What’s going on, Brother Yang!?"

"Refine them for these ten."

"Sss~ My [Blood Soul Paste] requires people with heavy sins to refine, ordinary people wouldn’t do, and it would even harm my merit, making my path to recover my status as an Immortal Artifact... even more difficult, let me see..."

Immortal Chef glanced at them, and his eyes lit up, transforming into a large cauldron!

"Brother Yang, light the fire! Quickly refine these wicked people! We might even increase our merit! These ten are more effective than me consuming a Fifth Grade spiritual material!"

Yang Fu directly injected his unique Liquefied Natural Gas under the cauldron!

The intense flame was a sight for sore eyes for the Immortal Chef.

"Heavenly Level Fire Spiritual Energy... Mhm~ Haven’t seen this for a long time, still, it’s most comfortable to soak in, it’s quite rare on the Spirit Miao Continent, Brother Yang, your Qi Fortune is no ordinary feat."

"My Family’s merit is profound, with the protection of an elder ancestor."

"So it is... Eh? This fire... it’s highly compatible with me! It seems to be made especially for cooking, containing the essence of the mortal plane! Ah, why do all the good things fall into your hands, I’m so envious!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fu had a thought.

"Oh? Little pot... does your promotion require this Heavenly Level Fire Spiritual Energy of mine?"

"I need it so much! My true form is an Immortal Artifact; to return to my original power, I need to refine all things suitable for my true form and treasures of the world, what could be more fitting than Heavenly Level Fire Spiritual Energy?"

"Yes, a Heavenly Level Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object."

"...I’ve realized, you’re the kind of person who speaks the truth, absolutely. Let’s not even talk about a Heavenly Level Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object, I’ve only seen this Heavenly Level Fire Spiritual Energy for the first time since my reincarnation, if you could give me some... I could ascend to the Golden Core Stage in minutes!"

Yang Fu looked up, his face full of smiles.

"Then if I get you a strand of my same kind of Heavenly Level Fire Spiritual Energy, how would you repay me?"

"Psh~ you think Heavenly Level Fire Spiritual Energy is like some high-grade spiritual material? This thing requires Qi Fortune! To obtain a strand is already defying the heavens, and you want a second strand? If Little You told me... I might still hold out a little hope, but you... even if your ancestors’ graves started to emit green smoke, it would be difficult."

"If I can get it... little pot, you owe me a favor, how about that?"

"I owe you two!"

"Deal! Get the pot ready~"

The ten Immortal Martial Sect members, who had been tormented to death and back, welcomed their last and most extreme torture...

Yang Fu watched them, whether begging for mercy or death or speaking nonsense, and said coldly:

"When they were humiliating others, they should have thought through their own fate... Into the pot!"

"Today, let your Pot Highness teach you how to be human."

A ladle extended from the cauldron, scooping and tossing the ten people inside.

The ten became ten misshapen clumps of flesh and were instantly refined!

Upon seeing this, Leng Li frowned slightly.

Yang Fu: "Wife, remember, do not feel compassion for enemies; a moment’s hesitation can breed endless trouble, they are getting what they deserve."

Leng Li: "I thought they’d be roasted for three days and three nights before going into the pot... They got off easy."

Yang Fu: "..."

At that moment, he remembered the days when he was under his mother’s rule.

Jiang Xiaobai was always with a compassionate face, but her heart was colder than a blade...

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Anyone who threatened the Yang Family would be dealt with swiftly and decisively.

"Kill without mercy," was the one word edict.

In contrast, Yang Shi, the father, was a kind-hearted man with a soft heart who often demonstrated chivalry.

His actions were not for himself or for the family, but for the greater good.

Back then, the Yang Family could have stayed within the Fierce Sun Dynasty and ignored the affairs of the Danai Dynasty—after all, aside from Murong Ziyuan, no one from the Xuan Stone Sect treated his own family well.

But Yang Shi still went back… because he did not want to let down Murong Ziyuan’s regard for him, nor did he want to see his homeland continuously afflicted by Demon Cultivators.

"I wonder how my parents are doing... It’s been fifty years since I left, and I haven’t returned home."

Hearing Yang Fu’s lament, Leng Li also couldn’t help but think of her former sect mates at the True Fire Sect...

"Why doesn’t the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect let us return home? Why don’t they let the cultivators from the Twelve Dynasties ascend? What is the reason for isolating both sides?"

Yang Fu shook his head, "This is still a mystery… My master said it is a forbidden taboo of the sect, and told me not to inquire further."

"Are you now... at the Golden Core Stage? Do you have the strength to go back?"

"No, it’s not possible, there is a Void between the Twelve Dynasties and the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect... Only the Treasure Ships collecting tributes can navigate freely; a Golden Core cultivator would perish if they tried to enter."

Speaking of this, Yang Fu suddenly thought of someone...

Feng Xun.

The incident in Sunshine City— he would keep it secret even in death.

Over so many years, Yang Fu had always wondered what could compel a top-tier Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator to self-destruct in order to keep a secret.

At this moment, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

If the final product of that Transmission Array is not leading to the Demon World, but rather… to the Sky Garden Dynasty?

Then... the nature of the issue would be completely changed.

The Feng Family was challenging the forbidden secret of the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect, breaking the rules!

This was far more serious than connecting to the Demon World!

Yang Fu had already known in Sunshine City that the Demon Clan did not wish to ascend; they were not suited for the Spirit Miao Continent!

So even with the Transmission Array, at most a few demons would come up to plunder some treasures and then hurry back; staying in the Spirit Miao Continent is utterly disadvantageous for demons, even cultivation is difficult.

"Feng Xun... is this the reason you sought death?"

Feng Xun knew if Yang Fu took him back to the sect, there would be a thousand ways to make him speak, and he would not be able to hide anything.

And this secret... was enough to lead to the destruction of the Feng Family.

Therefore... Feng Xun sacrificed himself to protect his family.

"I wonder where that Feng Zhong has gone... He has never shown his face for so many years."

At this moment, Leng Li moved closer to Yang Fu and asked:

"My husband, may... may I join you in treasure hunting? Don’t misunderstand, I still need to practice on my own, but a gentleman should not stand under a collapsing wall; this place is too dangerous, it’s better to have more people looking out for each other."

Obviously, Leng Li also needed the extremely powerful Yang Fu by her side.

She was not a stubborn person, otherwise she would not have come here with Yang Fu, with whom she had no affection in the past.

"Good, after I finish refining, we will leave."

Inside a black cauldron, a maroon paste was slowly taking shape.

[Blood Essence Paste]

An oddity, even Yang Fu was seeing it being refined by an Immortal Chef for the first time.

Applied to an enemy’s magic artifact, it can instantly cause it to lose its spiritual power and become a mortal object, serving as a weapon of unexpected victory.

By refining this cauldron’s worth, Yang Fu would have one more card up his sleeve.

In this chilly Dragon God Immortal Palace, only these aces up his sleeve could bring a trace of warmth to Yang Fu...

...

Outside the Dragon God Immortal Palace.

A masked figure approached.

After examining the rules, he was expressionless.

"Only the last ingredient is missing... It must be a naturally nurtured space spiritual treasure from heaven and earth to stabilize the transmission array; I have searched for twenty years and still haven’t found it."

"The Night Demon Palace left me one last Fate Token with only one phrase..."

"Upon encountering Wind Cloud, one shall turn into a dragon."

"Dragon God Immortal Palace, I, Feng Zhong, have arrived!"