The Quest for Immortality

Chapter 724: Chapter 567: Initial Intention_2

Elder Yu was still drinking strong liquor.

After drinking for a while, Mo Hua whispered,

"Elder, why are you still at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage

Elder Yu was startled and couldn’t help but glare at Mo Hua, “The Foundation Establishment Realm is like climbing a mountain step by step. How could it be easy to cultivate?”

"Oh,” Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Yu suddenly sighed and said with a bitter smile, “I’m old, I can’t cultivate anymore

Mo Hua shook his head, “How can you call yourself old? Think about it, if you break through to the Middle Phase of Foundation Establishment, you can live another hundred years, and if you break through to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, another hundred years… If you keep breaking through, won’t you never grow old…?”

Elder Yu couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s not as easy as you think

"If something needs to be done, then do it.”

"It doesn’t matter whether it’s easy or hard, successful or not

Elder Yu became reflective, and after a moment, asked confusedly, “Who told you all this?”

Mo Hua patted his chest, “Myself!”

Elder Yu clearly didn’t believe it.

Mo Hua’s face turned serious, “Elder, I’ve already traveled outside. I am a Foundation Building Cultivator who has ‘seen the world’.”

Elder Yu saw that although Mo Hua had reached Foundation Establishment, his expression and manner were still the same as always—somewhat reasonable yet adorable. He couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.

Then he thought to himself, “What does it matter if I’m old

"I was too tired to cultivate before, but now that I can catch my breath and have some free time, isn’t it the perfect opportunity to focus on pursuing higher realms and advancing my cultivation?”

"Cultivators, Cultivators, cultivate oneself and establish one’s purpose.”

"Without cultivating and tempering oneself, how can one even be called a Cultivator?”

"So what if I’m old?”

"So what if I’m of great age?”

"In a human lifetime, as long as one does not die, one should steadfastly pursue the Taoist Heart, single-mindedly seeking the Tao

Elder Yu suddenly had a realization, and his eyes gradually became sharp again, filled with a hint of fierceness and a trace of stubbornness.

Mo Hua ‘reassuredly’ nodded, then said, “Elder, this time you scrounged a meal from me, next time it’ll be my turn to scrounge from you.”

"Scrounge a meal?”

Elder Yu was taken aback, then realized that Mo Hua was talking about the “Foundation Establishment Feast.”

"What meal do you want to scrounge from me?”

Mo Hua’s face became solemn, “I want to scrounge the ‘Golden Core Feast’!”

Elder Yu spat out a mouthful of old wine.

I’m this old and only at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, and you’re already thinking of scrounging my “Golden Core Feast”?

Boy, you really dare to dream bigger than I do.

But after a pause, he thought, why can’t one dare to dream? By what right should one not dare to dream?

If one doesn’t even have this aspiration, what is the point of cultivating the Tao?

Elder Yu gritted his teeth and cursed,

"Fine! To hell with it, the Golden Core it is!”

Elder Yu’s voice was a bit loud, with a “to hell with it” that everyone around him could hear, causing them to look over in astonishment.

Only then did Elder Yu realize he had spoken out of turn.@@novelbin@@

But he had a thick skin and pretended as if he had said nothing, clinking glasses with Mo Hua and drinking.

The others also tactfully turned their heads away, pretending nothing had happened.

But not far away, Yu Chengyi was a bit lost in thought.

His father… hadn’t cursed at anyone for a long time…

Ever since their days in Tongxian City became better, his father’s temper had become much “milder,” and he hardly ever cursed like before anymore.

He was so mild that it even made Yu Chengyi feel a bit estranged.

But now, Yu Chengyi heard his father cursing again…

Though blunt and simple, with just a raw “to hell with it” that was all emotion and no finesse,

He felt inexplicably more at ease in his heart.

Indeed, this was the father he was familiar with…

Yu Chengyi silently thought.

Mo Hua actually wanted to curse along, but the words were already on the tip of his tongue when he looked up and saw his mother, Liu Ruhua, looking at him, so he swallowed his words back down. 𝘙ά𐌽ôꞖΕS

I am a good child, I don’t curse…

Mo Hua silently told himself.

…

After the Foundation Establishment Feast, Mo Hua got busy for a while.

Mainly because he was too well-known in Tongxian City, with too many acquaintances, and just wandering around took up several days unconsciously.

He met with Instructor Yan.

Instructor Yan was busy with Manager Mo, working on rebuilding the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect.

Starting from scratch, building a sect from the ground up is difficult, but Instructor Yan’s will was firm, and he would not give up.

The bodies of the ancestors and sect leaders of past generations of the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect had been turned into Iron Corpses by the traitor Lu Chengyun, helping the tyrant oppress others.

After the issue with the corpses was settled, these bodies that had undergone Corpse Transformation were cremated, and Instructor Yan brought them back to be buried on a hill near Tongxian City.

Lush green mountains and clear waters became the resting place for the ancestors of the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect.

Mo Hua went to offer incense and paid his respects.

Having learned the Spirit Pivot Ultimate Formation from the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect and benefitted from their heritage, of course, he had to pay his respects to show his gratitude.

Instructor Yan, looking at the now-grown Mo Hua, felt gratified, but being a man of few words, didn’t say much.

After they chatted over tea for a while about the formation aspects, Manager Mo quietly pulled Mo Hua aside.

Manager Mo took out a stack of drawings and handed them to Mo Hua, saying with a worried expression,

"I’ve been stressed to death over this for days, help me think this through

As soon as Mo Hua looked at the drawings, he realized they were all portraits of female cultivators.

Mo Hua felt both familiar and unfamiliar with them.

Familiar because he had often received such “beauty portraits” sent to him privately by sects and clans, trying to entice him to marry into their families.