Eternal life begins with saving my clan-Chapter 102: Mortals Can’t Cultivate

The shaking of the bed ended late at night. His wife and concubines were so tired that they did not want to move.

Shen Ping opened the virtual interface and glanced at it. Talisman Daoism, spiritual root, puppet master, divine sense, resistance to spells, and lifespan and physique were all increasing. The advancement of his divine sense and physique was relatively slow.

Although his physique could increase his endurance and expand his meridians, he had to immerse himself in dual cultivation to have an effect. He had tried many times, but it was very difficult for him to have such an effect on his wife and concubine. Only when he had sex with Yu Yan would he occasionally obtain a physique.

However, what Shen Ping valued the most was his divine sense.

His Talisman Dao had broken through to the High-grade Level Two two years ago. His spiritual energy had been polished to 80%, if he cultivated at this speed, he would be able to truly perfect his spiritual energy at the end of the year. At that time, he would only have his divine sense left.

He looked at the spiritual sense that was still quite a distance away from the mid-stage Foundation Establishment Realm.

Shen Ping frowned.

Cultivators who reached the Foundation Establishment Realm at the age of 60 had a high chance of failure unless they had the help of many rare treasures and the Foundation Establishment Pill to protect their foundation. However, they would still fail.

Although his lifespan was constantly increasing, he still did not want to build his foundation after he was 60 years old. The ideal time in his heart was before he was 55 years old.

"Three years! I'm afraid it will be very difficult!" He sighed in his heart. Even if he increased the number of dual cultivation sessions with Yu Yan every day, it would still be very difficult.

"Husband," At this moment, Wang Yun, who was breathing evenly, suddenly opened her eyes.

Shen Ping came back to his senses and touched his wife's beautiful hair. He said gently, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I've been thinking about something these past few days." Wang Yun said gently.

"What is it?"

"I've been married to you for nearly ten years. In another four years, I'll be over 30." Wang Yun hugged Shen Ping's arm and lowered her head as she continued, "A mortal woman will decline at the age of 30. At 50, she can be called an old woman. At 60, she will have a head of silver hair.

Yes, I have martial arts skills and often nourish myself with precious medicinal pills, and the Beauty Pill given by you ensures that I won't age, but, but…"

Speaking of this, tears blurred at the corners of Wang Yun's eyes, and her voice was nasal. "In the end, I'm just a mortal. It's difficult for me to accompany you until you die. That spiritual date tree grows day by day, but my lifespan decreases day by day. Husband, you're a sentimental person. Instead of making you sad, why don't…"

Shen Ping suddenly interrupted, "Yun'er, I won't let you leave!" He reached out his palm and wiped the tears from the corners of his wife's eyes. He said heavily, "Definitely not!"

Even if there was no golden frame, his wife had a place in his heart. The moment Cloud Mountain Parlour sent the flying ship, Shen Ping understood his heart. Although he knew that love would develop over time, no matter what kind of love it was, it could not erase Wang Yun's status.

"You're my wife. My first wife." He lowered his head and kissed Wang Yun's forehead. This was the first time he had revealed his feelings.

Tears flowed from the corners of Wang Yun's eyes like a spring until the worry in the depths of her heart completely disappeared. She smiled blissfully. "Husband, you once said that I would hold your hand and grow old with you. Yun'er is willing to stay by your side when my hair turns white."

She kept repeating it until she fell into a sweet sleep. The golden frame did not change, but the dazzling golden light became deeper and deeper.

It was a normal and ordinary night, the resplendent night sky flickered with starlight.

Early in the morning, the steam was rising from the wooden bucket in the room. Shen Ping's expression was calm. Seeing that he was uninterested, Yu Yan could not help but ask, "Husband, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Shen Ping shook his head and said in a rare low voice, "Can mortals really not cultivate?"

Yu Yan was stunned. Soon, she fell silent. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but she could not say it. It was common knowledge in the cultivation world that mortals without spiritual roots could not cultivate. Even those Nascent Soul cultivators could not change it.

"It's just adding to my worries. I'll leave those matters to the future." Shen Ping suddenly laughed. Then, as the sound of water rippled, he leaned forward and looked at the sweet grapefruits. He gritted his teeth and said, "Today, I will definitely grind down your Great Dao!"

He seemed to be sulking. Yu Yan's charming tongue outlined on her lips as she provoked, "You want to destroy my Great Dao? Fellow Daoist Shen, can you do it?"

There was no response, only heavy Dao techniques were fighting.

…

At the beginning of February, Senior Fu from next door invited Shen Ping and Yu Yan to his courtyard for a drink again.

They came and went several times. Shen Ping knew that this Senior Fu was the same as him. They were both cultivators who liked delicacies and spiritual wine. Although Senior Fu's Dao Companion looked gentle like jade, she was actually quite domineering. She often suppressed Senior Fu with a few words.

"Fellow Daoist Shen. Fellow Daoist Yu."

Under the wooden frame wrapped in green vines, they sat around the stone platform. Senior Fu smiled and raised his wine glass. "This is the newly brewed nectar wine. Try it to your heart's content."

Shen Ping raised his head and drank a cup. After carefully tasting the taste, he said, "This wine seems to be the same as the last time at Qingyang Lake—"

He didn't finish when Senior Fu smiled in satisfaction. "Fellow Daoist Shen, you're really a wine taster. Not bad. This wine is an imitation of the Ice Dew Jade Treasure Wine."

Shen Ping was a little embarrassed. He was really just being polite. He did not expect Senior Fu to take it seriously.

Senior Le's gentle face glared at her dao companion and she hurriedly said, "This wine can't compare to the Icy Dew Jade Treasure Wine. Fellow Daoist Shen, don't praise me too much. Otherwise, my dao companion will probably believe you."

Shen Ping nodded repeatedly. He drank a few glasses.

Yu Yan's face turned red. After all, this Sweet Dew Wine was brewed by Senior Fu calmly. Although it did not have half the effect of the Ice Dew Jade Treasure Wine, it was still difficult for a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refinement to drink more.

Shen Ping could continue, but his words were slurry.

Senior Fu hesitated for a moment and asked, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist Shen is close to Senior Chong?"

Hearing this, Shen Ping understood. After the small banquet at Qingyang Lake last time, Senior Fu had interacted more with him. He guessed that something must have happened. Now, it was indeed the case.

He pondered for a moment. He replied, "Senior Chong is a straightforward and enthusiastic person. He's just flattering me."

Senior Fu looked disappointed.

On the other hand, his Dao Companion, Senior Le, smiled warmly. "Fellow Daoist Shen, you're too modest. At the small banquet on the pleasure boat, even Senior Chong's disciple did not drink the Ice Dew Jade Wine. I'm afraid this friendship is more than just acquaintances. It's like this. My little girl's spiritual root aptitude is not weak, but she likes to fight.

The cultivation technique she cultivates is also related to Senior Chong. Therefore, when Senior Chong returns, can you help introduce him to my daughter and make her his disciple?"

Shen Ping was puzzled. "This, it's a good thing to become a disciple. With the cultivation of the two seniors and your relationship with Senior Chong, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

He could invite them to a small banquet. They must have some relationship with Chong Ji. Senior Fu laughed bitterly and said bluntly, "Fellow Daoist Shen, Senior Chong's requirements for taking in disciples are not harsh. There's only one thing. Their appearance must be ordinary."

Shen Ping subconsciously glanced sideways. From the corner of his eye, he saw the girl who was secretly standing by the door and listening. The corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to say that a girl would change drastically when she grew up. In a few years, she might not be as cute as she is now, but in the end, he did not say it.

After thinking about it seriously, he replied, "Senior Chong will be back in a few years. At that time, if I see Senior Chong, I'll try to mention it. Seniors, don't have too much hope."

It would be too embarrassing to reject them directly, so Shen Ping could only say this tactfully. Fortunately, this couple understood and did not continue this topic.

Ten days later, Shen Ping, who was making talismans, received a very surprising message. He stopped writing. Looking at the flashing communication talisman, he said, "Spring Garden is here."