Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 298 - 188: Rain After a Long Drought

With their identity tokens in hand, the group headed straight for their destination, and before long, they arrived at the Qu Family’s outpost on Fuyun Mountain.

As a famed Immortal Sect locale, there were plenty of family strongholds set up here.

Previously, Lu Chang’sheng had also asked the Qu Family to send some spirit stones to Nangua and Chang’an.

Just like that, everyone settled down in this place without lingering, and Lu Chang’sheng directly turned to a Qu Family cultivator at the outpost and said, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist can take me to see my wife?"

"No need to be so formal, Alchemist Lu. Please, come with me," replied the Qu Family cultivator wearing a gray robe, hurrying over.

This man was named Qu Nian, sixth layer of Qi Cultivation, and quite an important figure in the Qu Family—otherwise he wouldn’t have landed such a cushy job.

You know, the spirit vein at Fuyun Mountain is even higher grade than the one at Supreme Profound Sect. Even though this area is technically on the outskirts, the effect on cultivation is still far better than most parts of Platinum Immortal City.

Still, a person like him wouldn’t dare act even remotely arrogant in front of Lu Chang’sheng.

"Since everyone’s come all this way, let’s go over together—it’s a good chance to meet my sister-in-law," Fang Yuan chimed in.

The other families weren’t as strong as the Qu Family, so they didn’t have their own outposts on Fuyun Mountain.

"Works for me!"

Huang Feng, Qu Guang, and the others also stood up from their seats and followed Qu Nian out.

Half an hour later, the group stopped in front of a courtyard.

Lu Chang’sheng suppressed his excitement, walked forward, and knocked on the door. Before long, the door swung open—but it wasn’t Li Nangua, it was a woman cultivator with a shapely figure.

"Who are you all?"

Feng Yan’s face shifted ever so slightly—she sensed a strangely powerful aura coming from Lu Chang’sheng.

Lu Chang’sheng, too emotional to rein in his magical power, couldn’t conceal his aura, so Feng Yan picked up on it instantly.

Instinctively, Feng Yan assumed these were people after Nangua.

"You all look rather unfamiliar. May I ask who—?"

Ever since Daoist Ming declared he’d let go of Li Nangua a few years back, several cultivators had started making moves on her again. Good thing Lu Chang’sheng had sent along those spirit stones, and Feng Yan had quietly spread the word that Li Nangua’s Dao partner was an alchemist—that gave the stalkers pause. Otherwise, with Li Nangua’s cultivation, she wouldn’t have lasted this long.

Seeing Lu Chang’sheng and the others were strangers, Feng Yan worried they didn’t know Nangua’s background, so she wanted to give them a friendly warning.

But Qu Nian stepped up and broke the tension.

"It’s me, Fellow Daoist Feng."

"Fellow Daoist Qu!" Feng Yan visibly relaxed, though the suspicion in her eyes lingered.

Qu Nian decided to tease her a little, and drawled, "These folks are honored guests, and this one here is Fellow Daoist Li’s Dao partner."

"Dao partner!"

Feng Yan was sure she hadn’t misheard, her heart skipped a beat. Taking a better look at Lu Chang’sheng, she could now faintly see a familiar resemblance.

He even looked a bit like Chang’an.

Now confident Qu Nian spoke true, Feng Yan’s eyes suddenly brightened with joy.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, you finally made it—I’ve been waiting for this!"

As she spoke, she almost reached out to pull Lu Chang’sheng inside. But she remembered this was an alchemist, so she withdrew her hand and simply said, "Come on in!"

Lu Chang’sheng couldn’t wait, stepping inside and watching as Feng Yan bustled ahead like one of those loose cultivators in the market, no hint of immortal grandeur, just like a villager—he couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth.

Inside, Li Nangua was seriously preparing talisman paper. Hearing Feng Yan’s call, her brows drew together in a frown.

Lu Chang’sheng hadn’t let Li Nangua know in advance that he was coming, so she didn’t realize her husband had arrived at Fuyun Mountain. She figured it was just more troublesome visitors outside.

"Looks like I really do need to buy a spirit array for the courtyard," she muttered.

A courtyard-sized spirit array didn’t come cheap, and Li Nangua knew it was hard to earn spirit stones, so she hadn’t splurged for it.

But clearly, these visits had gotten too frequent and were disrupting their cultivation.

If it were just her, she’d grit her teeth and endure. But what about Chang’an—her child still lived here, too.

She’d always been frugal to the bone—old habits die hard. But when it came to her kid, she was ready to spend whatever it took.

After tidying up, Li Nangua picked up some dust and smeared it on her face—maybe people outside would get turned off by her appearance and leave her in peace.

But as she walked to the door, the indifferent look she’d tried so hard to put on instantly crumbled.

Bathed in sunlight, a man in pale blue stood there, looking around as if taking in the whole courtyard.

That familiar figure—she’d seen it in her dreams countless times.

Li Nangua pursed her lips, expecting this reunion to be pure joy. Instead, her heart suddenly ached, a wave of pent-up grievances flooding in all at once.

Lu Chang’sheng was just starting to smile when he saw her expression and instantly panicked, rushing over at once.

After decades apart, there wasn’t a trace of awkwardness between them—they seemed even more familiar than before.

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Watching Lu Chang’sheng awkwardly carrying Li Nangua into the house, Fang Yuan and the others couldn’t help but get sentimental.

"Fellow Daoist Lu really is a true man of feeling!"

"Reminds me of myself when I was young. Ah, to be young again!"

Qu Guang sighed.

They’d all lived for over a century—not exactly lady’s men, but they’d seen and done plenty.

Getting all flustered holding a woman like that—couldn’t remember the last time that happened.

"I usually just stand and let them attend to me—never had to lift a finger,"

Qu Guang suddenly declared.

Instantly, several weird looks shot his way.

Qu Guang wasn’t embarrassed—come on, they’re all old guys here, who hasn’t done this?

But a figure suddenly stepped out from the side room, leaving Qu Guang a tad awkward.

He recognized the newcomer as Lu Chang’an, Lu Chang’sheng’s son.

If Lu Chang’sheng was this green as a dad, his son Lu Chang’an would probably be even worse.

That’s what everyone was thinking.

"Who are you all?"

Lu Chang’an came out after hearing movement in the courtyard, immediately spotting a few cultivators with formidable auras.

Thankfully Feng Yan was right there. Unlike usual, she wasn’t acting suspicious or defensive—her look was just odd. Otherwise, Lu Chang’an would’ve gotten ready for action and called in the patrolling cultivators of Fuyun Mountain.

"Chang’an, dear nephew—we’re your father’s friends!"

Fang Yuan smiled warmly.

"Father? My father’s here?" Lu Chang’an’s face lit up with joy. He was about to run inside to find him, but Feng Yan grabbed his arm.

"Your parents are just meeting right now—they probably have a lot to talk about."

Feng Yan’s expression was a little odd.

Though... why were her cheeks so flushed?

Lu Chang’an couldn’t figure it out. But after Feng Yan’s hint, he caught on. "Oh right, it’s been ages since Father and Mother saw each other—they’ll definitely have lots to say."

So he started playing host to Fang Yuan and the others, with Feng Yan helping out as she came by often.

Once he learned those guys were late-stage Qi Cultivators, Lu Chang’an was seriously stunned.

Back before he left, Lu Chang’sheng had just entered White Cloud Cave Mansion and become an alchemist. Most of his contacts were clan leaders at mid-stage Qi Cultivation.

Only a few years later, he was now able to bring out the patriarchs from several families?

Lu Chang’sheng hadn’t mentioned this much in the Sound Transmission Shell, just touched on it in passing, so this was a huge surprise.

As for Feng Yan, she nearly spilled her tea, a newfound respect for Lu Chang’sheng rising in her heart.

An ordinary first-grade alchemist couldn’t make late-stage Qi Cultivators this "meek."

"So Nangua’s Dao partner really did just leave the Mayfly World recently?"

Feng Yan was full of doubts. Now, even if someone told her Lu Chang’sheng was scion of a great cultivation clan, she’d believe it without question.

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The "talk" inside the house went on much longer than anyone expected.

From noon to dusk, the door stayed closed.

Fang Yuan and the rest sat there in meditative patience.

Even if Lu Chang’an was a little slow on the uptake, now he finally got it, looking at Fang Yuan and the others with that awkward "third wheel" feeling.

"We have some things to do—let’s come by and visit again tomorrow," Fang Yuan and the others tactfully stood and took their leave.

After seeing them out, Feng Yan bowed out as well, smiling at the door.

Lu Chang’an noticed her cheeks were still rosy—from noon till now, the blush hadn’t faded.

He couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

"Does Father even know how to take it easy?"

Meanwhile, in the main house under the gently shimmering spiritual light of the sound insulation spirit array, two fish swam up and down, free as could be, soaring like they owned the water...