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Chapter 1078
Chapter 1078
?Chapter 1078: 429: Candidate for the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm!
The elderly send off the young (huge chapter asking for monthly passes)_2 Chapter 1078: 429: Candidate for the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm!
The elderly send off the young (huge chapter asking for monthly passes)_2 After ending his conversation with He Yingyu, Chen Dengming took out a jade token from his storage bag to review a list.
Up to now, he had agreed with seventeen Sects to take nineteen people to the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm together.
On the day the gateways of the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm opened, such a task was not difficult for one who possessed the Longevity Jade Seal and inherited the Heavenly Immortal Dao.
Taking these many Nascent Soul experts to the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm was actually a part of the Ancestor’s plan, aimed at jointly resisting the invasion of the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm by Outer Realm Evil Cultivators.
Regardless of the purpose held by those entering from the Four Seas and Four Realms, addressing external threats was a necessity everyone would inevitably undertake before achieving their goals.
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“I wonder how many spots have been accumulated by the Heavenly Dao Sect so far.”
Chen Dengming pondered as he put away the jade token and suddenly noticed that another storage bag contained a Jade Talisman for Message Transmission, shaped like a koi, twinkling intermittently.
This talisman had been transmitting messages for some time.
“Qiangzi…”
Chen Dengming’s expression shifted subtly.
This koi-shaped Jade Talisman for Message Transmission was prepared for people like Jiang Qiang, those he was once closest to.
If it were not an urgent matter, the talisman would not have transmitted a message.
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Jiang Qiang had, for over a decade, often gathered with his daughter Chen Yiran and Heizi.
Chen Dengming quickly took out the talisman and scanned it with his Divine Thought.
Moments later, Chen Dengming looked solemn and sad, taking a deep breath before putting away the talisman.
“Fortunately, the message came two days ago…
I can still make it.”
He stood up.
At that moment, a powerful aura spread around him, causing the dust on his body to scatter simultaneously.
The stubble at his jaws and the corners of his lips also fell off by themselves.
He had originally planned to continue his closed-door cultivation for a few more months to break through to the later stages of the Nascent Soul.
But now, he had to go out.
After deliberating for a while, he decided to make a trip by himself first, and then inform He Yingyu later.
…
A quarter of an hour later.
Chen Dengming’s figure appeared thousands of miles away in the sky.
Beneath him, an unremarkable mortal city lay quietly on the plain, basking in the tranquil twilight.
Autumn harvest fields stretched beyond sight around the city, filling the air with the scent of wheat.
The city was bustling with people, and a pharmacy in the western part of the city was quite famous.
The doctor in the pharmacy had been saving lives and helping the wounded for over twenty years, and most times, he did not require much in terms of fees to treat many of the poor, earning him high praise from the locals as a reincarnation of a medicine immortal.
Chen Dengming descended, blending into the streets like any ordinary mortal, observing the lively and bustling scenes of the mortal town, as if from another lifetime.
Before long, he arrived in front of the pharmacy.
The pharmacy’s storefront was not large.
Its colorful wood-carved sign bore the name “Anxin Hall” in big characters.
Outside the door stood a terrazzo bonsai, planted with a sturdy Chinese fir cradled by several green vines, interweaving green and purple, bringing a vibrant and refreshing vitality to passersby.
At this moment, the pharmacy’s door displayed a “closed” sign, yet several mortals gathered outside, quietly discussing with worried expressions, reluctant to leave.
Seeing this scene, Chen Dengming knew what had happened without listening to the discussions around him.
A trace of sorrow deepened in his calm eyes.
He continued forward, while the mortals around seemed not to see him at all.
Pushing open the peach wood door to enter the pharmacy, what came into view was a long medicine cabinet.
The cabinet was filled with various small white porcelain bottles containing pills, waxes, tinctures in different colors, shapes, tastes, and effects, along with tools and secret medicinal formulas necessary for acupuncture and massage.
To the right of the medicine cabinet stood a brown wooden bookcase neatly arranged with hundreds of ancient medical books, some of which were obscure and involved treatments for Cultivators.
Seeing these medical books, Chen Dengming’s mind flashed with memories of his daughter Chen Yiran’s application to buy medical books from the Sect years ago, the sorrow in his eyes momentarily replaced by a hint of a smile.
At that moment, he also sensed several presences in the backyard.
Circumnavigating the main hall, he saw the backyard corner piled with heaps of medicinal herbs, emitting a thick herbal fragrance.
A few people gathered around a vine wood chair in the backyard, their atmosphere mournful and somber, only the laughter of a small child being teased lightened the sadness a bit.
As Chen Dengming approached, everyone shuddered visibly.
“Brother Chen!”
“Grandfather!”
“Father!”
Chen Dengming nodded slightly, his gaze first landing on his daughter Chen Yiran, who sat in the vine wood chair, exuding an aura of late life.
The azure light in his eyes flickered as he immediately noticed that the aura of passing years around Chen Yiran was extraordinarily dense, her remaining longevity rapidly depleting.
Chen Yiran was already 124 years old this year.
Logically, with her constitution, she could have lived past 130.
But as a mortal, Chen Yiran’s early years of traveling and aiding others, and especially her foundation of Anxin Hall at the age of 100, continuously laboring day and night, led her frail mortal body to lose much Primordial Qi over the years, now approaching her end.”
“Father…”
Chen Yiran attempted to rise but was stopped by Chen Dengming, who said with emotion, “Yiran, I have admonished you before not to overexert yourself.”
Chen Yiran’s aged face, marked with liver spots, revealed a contented smile as she rasped, “Father!
At this point, I have no regrets.
You always taught us to be down-to-earth, seeking only a clear conscience…”