Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 201 - 50: I Came! I Saw! I Conquered!

But she never expected Zhou Chen to be involved with his martial uncle as well...

Thinking of this, Huangfu Yueyao looked down at her voluptuous and enchanting figure, suddenly feeling that as a beautiful master...

She was in danger!

"Am I inviting a wolf into the house..."

Huangfu Yueyao tilted her head, resting her jade-like hand on her fragrant cheek, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, her thoughts drifting.

"What am I thinking!"

Huangfu Yueyao shook her head vigorously, dispelling the images of Zhou Chen and his martial uncle, but her cheeks unwittingly turned a scorching red.

"Hmph, that little brat, even if I leave the door unguarded, he can’t get in..."

With a cold snort, Huangfu Yueyao’s figure disappeared. She needed to return to her room to cultivate and calm down; such things couldn’t be seen too often.

The sun rose and the moon set.

Stars shifted.

Zhou Chen diligently cultivated every day, leading a peaceful and fulfilling life, as if the hustle and bustle of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Yet his fame was already echoing across the land, resounding through the entire Great Qian.

The news that he would become a Sword Son of the Infinite Sword Sect spread likewise.

However, with Zhou Chen having condensed the Dao Primordial Pill before, this news seemed rather ordinary.

Though the position of Sword Son in the Infinite Sword Sect was extraordinary,

compared to being a genius of the Dao Primordial Pill, it wasn’t much.

The Infinite Sword Sect had two Sword Sons in each generation, one male and one female; the male was the Saint Heir and the female the Saintess.

But a genius of the Dao Primordial Pill was a rare encounter even in a millennium.

Spirit Medicine Peak.

"Martial uncle, are you injured!"

Zhou Chen took out a bottle of ointment, considerately saying:

"Martial uncle, let me heal you!"

Cheng Susu gave Zhou Chen a sidelong glance but did not stop him, letting Zhou Chen treat her wound.

With two fingers, Zhou Chen scooped out a dollop of cool ointment, placed it on Cheng Susu’s wound, gently pushed it in, then kneaded it, applying it to every tiny part of the wound to ensure none was missed.

"All done, martial uncle, rest well!"

Zhou Chen wiped the ointment from his hands and grinned.

"Get lost quickly!"

Cheng Susu waved her hand, speaking with ill humor.

"I’ll visit martial uncle another day!"

Zhou Chen smiled as he left the room.

"He’s such a loveable and infuriating little brat..."

Cheng Susu’s face had long since turned a burning red, but she couldn’t deny that Zhou Chen was truly gifted, his strength terrifying, growing more abnormal by the day.

"In a great dream, who awakens first, usually only I know."

"Well-rested after a spring nap in the cottage, the sun lingers outside the window."

Feeling the warm sunlight basking his face, Zhou Chen spread his arms wide, embraced the sun, and stretched with a long lazy motion.

Such tranquil and fulfilling days truly made one feel comfortable.

Standing atop a mountain peak, Zhou Chen gazed towards Cyan Cloud City.

"I haven’t been back in so long; I wonder if Sister Xing misses me?"

Zhou Chen, in the stillness, felt a stir of activity. After being on the mountain for so long, he wanted to go out, move his limbs, and take a look around.

Strolling down the quiet path snaking like a serpent through the countryside, with vibrant flowers on either side and a faint floral fragrance mingling with the earthy scent, was enough to calm one’s spirit and make one’s heart feel at ease.

Inside the Celestial Immortal Tower.

Sister Xing rested her head on the edge of a bath barrel, her beautiful eyes closed, enjoying the leisurely comfort of bathing.

Suddenly.

A pair of hands covered her eyes, a hot breath sounded by her ear:

"Sister Xing, how very at ease you are!"

"Young Master Zhou!"

Sister Xing shuddered, both surprised and delighted, not expecting Zhou Chen to remember to visit her.

She tightly grasped Zhou Chen’s hand, gently placing it in a certain spot, her long and narrow beautiful eyes gazing at Zhou Chen, filled with brilliance:

"I didn’t know you would grace us with your presence, please forgive the neglect in welcoming you!"

"Is this a welcome in the alley?"

Zhou Chen chuckled.

Sister Xing stood up, unabashedly displaying her fair body before Zhou Chen:

"However the lord wishes to be welcomed, that’s how I’ll welcome him!"

She held Zhou Chen’s hand, applying gentle pressure.

Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow,

"Sister Xing is truly enthusiastic!"

Zhou Chen did not hold back.

Although Sister Xing was the owner of the Celestial Immortal Tower, she possessed a special magic, making Zhou Chen have a unique fondness for her.

Zhou Chen was someone who cherished old friendships.

For those he had interacted with and had a deep connection, he didn’t want to leave any regrets.

Though Sister Xing was at the Body Refining Ninth Layer, she was also in her thirties.

If Zhou Chen helped, ascending to the Divine Power Realm wouldn’t be difficult, but that would be it.

Her potential was limited.

Poor foundation, expending resources would yield only half the desired results.

Zhou Chen’s Undying Legion was still severely understaffed.

Sister Xing was worldly and wise, more capable than Miaotong, Hongxiu, and others; Zhou Chen quite liked her, and this visit was to give her an opportunity.

If Zhou Chen didn’t give her the chance, Sister Xing would eventually turn to dust in a century.

But if they follow Zhou Chen on the divine path within the Wind and Moon Atlas, it means their lives are bound to his.

If Zhou Chen achieves immortality, they naturally would too.

And Zhou Chen, in his pursuit of eternal life, also needs their assistance.

They can fight enemies for Zhou Chen, gather intelligence, collect information, manage assets...

Without worrying about their loyalty and survival.

Even if they are killed, they can be resurrected within the Wind and Moon Atlas, only needing to retrain their cultivation.

"Sister Xing, are you willing?"

Zhou Chen looked at Sister Xing, who was embracing him, and reminded her:

"If you don’t have any affection for me, then don’t think about it, because you will truly die!"

"I am willing!"

Sister Xing did not hesitate at all; such an opportunity is like manna from heaven.

She doesn’t want to grow old and die of old age

Nor does she want to be a madam in the Celestial Immortal Tower all her life.

"Good!"

Zhou Chen chose the same method as with Leng Yue and Meteor, allowing Sister Xing to pass into bliss without any pain.

Inside the Wind and Moon Treasure Mirror.

Sister Xing’s figure appeared, and just like before, Zhou Chen used her name for the divine enthronement.

This divine enthronement is unrelated to a position or abilities; it simply merges and binds their soul’s True Spirit with the Wind and Moon Atlas, allowing their souls to be baptized, becoming genuine Divine Cultivators, immortal and eternal.

Sister Xing, who had a Ninth-Layer Body Refining Cultivation, had her cultivation advanced to the Foundation Establishment Realm after the divine enthronement.

Zhou Chen had gained another loyal Foundation Establishment warrior, the kind who did not require him to spend money on their training, who could cultivate and grow stronger on their own.

And whether they had tasks or not, Zhou Chen could also...

Freeloading brings me joy!

Zhou Chen also stored Sister Xing’s corpse within the Wind and Moon Treasure Mirror.

Soon.

Sister Xing’s divine body appeared before Zhou Chen, able to switch between tangible and intangible states.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Sister Xing couldn’t contain her joy, hugging Zhou Chen tightly, her excitement beyond words.

"Alright, once you’ve arranged your affairs, come to the Cyan Cloud Sect to find me!"

Zhou Chen instructed.

"Yes, Master!"

Sister Xing smiled coquettishly, even changing her form of address.

Zhou Chen left, returning to the Cyan Cloud Sect.

A day later.

Sister Xing found Zhou Chen and returned to the Wind and Moon Treasure Mirror to cultivate.

Time flew by.

Two and a half months passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Chen set out to attend the Saint Heir Ascension Ceremony at the Infinite Sword Sect.

Qing Yuyao, Li Changfeng, Cheng Susu, Li Changhen, Mu Ling’Er, Shi Qingxuan, and others accompanied him.

For this significant ceremony of Zhou Chen, they naturally had to attend.

Qin Hongyu, Celestial Fragrance Fairy, Zhao Shiyong, and others were all taken by Zhou Chen; when the time comes, they would stay in the Infinite Sword Sect to cultivate.

Once Zhou Chen became the Saint Heir, he would have his own Immortal Mountain.

"Time really flies!"

Zhou Chen stood at the bow of the flying ship, the strong wind against his face, his long hair flying.

He glanced at his personal panel.

During this period, he accumulated another 1.5 billion Wind and Moon Points.

It takes 2 billion to advance from the initial to middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, 3 billion to the late stage, and 4 billion to perfection, totaling 9 billion Wind and Moon Points.

Each transition in the Primordial Pill Realm requires 1 billion, and nine transitions perfectly add up to 9 billion.

"Martial Dao Primordial Pill, add points!"

Zhou Chen consumed 1 billion Wind and Moon Points, his dantian’s Primordial Pill spinning rapidly, continuously condensing and refining, shrinking in size but containing increasingly terrifying power.

Boom!

A formidable aura spread from Zhou Chen’s body as his cultivation broke through, reaching the First Transition Realm of the Martial Dao Primordial Pill.

"Did he just break through?"

Huangfu Yueyao was mentally shocked.

In both Martial Dao and Immortal Dao, the further one progresses, the harder it is to break through, and the longer it takes.

And just two and a half months ago, Zhou Chen had just broken through to the Primordial Pill Realm; for anyone else, they might just have stabilized their cultivation.

Yet Zhou Chen had already completed the first transition of the Primordial Pill’s cultivation!

"This is what talent is..."

Huangfu Yueyao felt envious. Over the past two and a half months, she had followed in the footsteps of the Purple Blue Fairy, witnessing Zhou Chen’s audacious path of oppressing uncles and stabbing elders in the back.

But that’s just how Zhou Chen is, his cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds.

Truly beyond comprehension.

Just like that Supreme Dao Venerable, good deeds increase cultivation without any bottleneck, able to continually rise, ultimately reaching the supreme.

What is talent?

This is what talent is!

Zhou Chen paid no mind to these thoughts, his gaze on the Infinite Sword Sect, his blood boiling.

I come! I see! I conquer!

Senior Brothers! Senior Sisters! Brace yourselves for the storm!

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