“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Lan Xinyu quickly wiped her mouth and said embarrassedly, but she still couldn’t stop laughing. Many people were already resting in the ground at eighty, but this person could still have a son! Not bad.
“For the sake of dedicating themselves to cultivation, many martial arts practitioners get married late, and once their cultivation surpasses the realm of True Essence, they can transform the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth into True Qi, and their lifespan will be extended. Living for two or three hundred years isn’t uncommon, so having a son at eighty isn’t strange at all,” Su Yizhi explained seriously.
“I know, I know… it’s just a little funny.” As a cultivator, Lan Xinyu naturally knew this, but she still thought that it was incredible that an 80-year-old man could have such a good ability.
“What’s the background of this Yue Qingjie?” Ling Chuxi glared at Lan Xinyu briefly and then asked.
“The Yue family has been disciples of the Flowing Clouds Sect for generations. Although they never had any experts, they still have some status. If it was any other time, it would be fine to just ignore them, but right now we’re just in time for their double celebrations. If we don’t prepare a gift, people will look down on us for sure,” Duan Feiyu said solemnly.
“That’s true too. Since this Senior Yue has a son, how about giving him that bottle of Gold Jade Transformation Liquid and another ten pieces of purple coral stones?” Su Yizhi asked after thinking about it. Purple coral stones were a treasure for cultivation, and though they weren’t as good as purple crystal stones, it was about the same level as green crystal stones.
“It’s fine as long as Elder Su is willing to give them up. I’m certain he will be all too happy to receive those two gifts,” Duan Feiyu said with a smile. Although the Yue family had been disciples of the Flowing Clouds Sect for generations, their cultivation was only mediocre. The only thing left was loyalty, and thus, the people who came for the celebration weren’t expected to give expensive gifts. The gifts Su Yizhi chose were indeed considered great gifts.
The group chatted as they ate, but Ling Chuxi was mostly focused on Gongxi Kuangdao and his underlings.
“I didn’t expect that old fellow Duan Qingchen to be so powerful. We’re lucky we got out alive.” After three rounds of wine, one of Gongxi Kuangdao’s warriors spoke out, looking both relieved and traumatized.
Although their voices were very soft and the restaurant was noisy, Ling Chuxi could hear their entire conversation by using the Mind Training Chant.
When she heard ‘Duan Qingchen’, Ling Chuxi was all ears. No wonder they looked odd, it turns out they were injured. They deserved their bad luck for provoking Duan Qingchen! At this point, they were just lucky to be alive.
“It’s a pity that our Eight Wasteland Armor was slapped into ashes by that old man. I don’t think we can make another armor like that in this Sacred Realm of Sects,” another warrior said, looking pained.
Their armor was originally called the Eight Wasteland Armor. Ling Chuxi had seen the armor’s impressive defense with her own eyes, and Duan Qingchen had actually slapped it into ashes! The old man’s cultivation was really terrifying.
“Don’t feel bad about the armor, it’s good enough to have been able to keep your life,” the other warrior said with a shudder.
“How can I not be upset? I thought it would be our world when we returned, but who knew that the experts here were all so powerful? Without the Eight Wasteland Armor, I don’t even know if there’ll be a next time,” the warrior said with a bitter expression.
