Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

It was already deep into the night.

Nevertheless, Zhang's Mansion was brilliantly lit at this moment.

Especially in a room in the inner courtyard, it was as bright as daylight.

Many of the servants gathered not far away.

Even those who had already gone to bed scrambled from their beds, rushing over here, their eyes filled with curiosity as they looked at the brightly-lit room.

Even though they couldn't hear or see anything.

But this didn't diminish the excitement in their hearts.

Just moments ago!

A good number of them had witnessed a young man dressed in a purple immortal robe descend from thin air into the courtyard, followed by the lord and lady rushing out to greet him excitedly.

Obviously.

This was the immortal figure from the legends of Zhang's Mansion, their Young Master Zhang Jing had returned!

...

Inside the room.

Mother and Father Zhang were looking at Zhang Jing, excitement written all over their faces, their eyes red.

On the opposite side.

Zhang Jing was holding a child in each arm.

A warm smile adorned his face.

The child on the left was his younger brother.

This adorable little fellow was wriggling his small body, simultaneously making adorable babbling noises.

On his right.

His pigtailed little sister was sitting calmly on Zhang Jing's lap, her small head tilted up as her big, black eyes stared unblinkingly at him.

She seemed to be wondering who exactly this person before her was.

"Father, mother, what are their names and how old are they?"

Zhang Jing's gentle voice broke the silence in the room.

"The sister is named Zhang Nianjing, the brother is named Zhang Fan, your mother chose the names, they are both one year and one month old now,"

answered Father Zhang with a smile.

"Zhang Nianjing, Zhang Fan..."

Zhang Jing silently repeated these names in his mind, a twinge of guilt flashing in his eyes.

The names his mother chose for his newborn siblings couldn't have been more clear, how could he not understand.

Only—

Zhang Jing sighed heavily in his heart, subtly shaking his head.

The hopes of his parents, he feared, he would never be able to fulfill.

At least not for now.

Thinking of this.

He could not help but look again at the two distinctly different little ones in his arms, his gaze becoming tender.

Thankfully.

With them constantly by his parents' side in the future, he could continue to pursue the Immortal Way with peace of mind.

"Jing'er, stay for a few more days this time,"

Mother Zhang was looking at Zhang Jing's face with hopeful eyes, awaiting his affirmation.

Before Zhang Jing could respond.

Father Zhang said:

"Alright, my dear. Isn't this putting Jing'er in a difficult position? He is an immortal, he surely needs to prioritize cultivation, he doesn't have the time....the time...."

In the end.

The remaining words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

He turned his head and also looked at Zhang Jing with expectant eyes.

Returning their gaze.

Zhang Jing realized that in just two and a half years, they had aged considerably.

Over ten years of being together from dawn till dusk flashed through his mind, scenes of his father reprimanding him when he did something wrong, and his mother fiercely protecting him...

His decision to leave tomorrow wavered at this moment.

A bright smile suddenly spread across Zhang Jing's face as he responded affirmatively:

"Alright, then I'll stay for a few more days."

...

The five days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these five days.

The smiles never left the faces of Father and Mother Zhang.

The entire Zhang's Mansion was full of joy.

...

By evening.

The dusk grew darker.

Zhang Jing sat leisurely in a bamboo chair, holding the tranquil Zhang Nianjing in his arms, adult and child alike watching the golden sunset in the distance.

All of a sudden.

Zhang Nianjing turned her body in Zhang Jing's arms, switching to a more comfortable position while cuddling up against his chest.

Her big, black eyes glanced at Zhang Jing unintentionally before returning to the sunset.

Five days of being inseparable.

The little one had already begun to familiarize herself with Zhang Jing's presence, and for some reason, she particularly enjoyed lying in Zhang Jing's arms.

Even Mother Zhang's embrace could not compare.

Soon enough,

"Oh dear, young master must stop running around, it is time to eat."

A worried voice suddenly shattered this beautiful silence.

Zhang Jing furrowed his brows, clearing his throat slightly.

As his voice sounded,

Zhang Fan, who was running wild around the room like a little beast, froze in his tracks immediately.

He glanced at his older brother fearfully, looking utterly bewildered.

Obviously,

This little rascal had been disciplined before.

The maid quickly caught up with Zhang Fan, picking him up, then gently walked up to Zhang Jing, gratefully saying:

"Thank you, young master Zhang Jing."

"It's nothing, go ahead." Zhang Jing replied with a gentle smile and soft voice.

"I will take my leave then, sir."

With that, the maid carried Zhang Fan away.

As she turned,

Her face suddenly revealed a hint of excitement.

These past few days,

Everyone was saying that although Young Master Zhang Jing was a high-ranking immortal, he did not carry himself with the same aloofness. He was gentle and kind, and he had a pleasant voice.

She didn't believe it at first.

After all, how could that be possible for an immortal?

But now——Young Master Zhang Jing was truly different!

...

Later that night.

In the quiet,

Zhang Jing rose, gently pushed the door open without making a sound.

A ripple of mana flashed subtly.

Zhang Jing abruptly took to the sky, directly flying over Father Zhang and Mother Zhang's room.

Next door was the room of Zhang Nianjing and Zhang Fan.

He looked down, his gaze seemingly penetrating through the tiles, landing on his sleeping parents.

His divine senses stirred.

The intent of the Tao spread out.

The thin spiritual energy within tens of miles was mobilized instantly.

Slowly, it gathered before him, coalescing into a ball of energy.

The next moment,

A pure white spiritual light from the Tao Yuan Qing Yun, rose behind his head. In the circulation of the five-colored spiritual light, it gently enveloped the dense spiritual energy.

In an instant,

A large amount of spiritual energy began to dissipate, only leaving the most refined part.

After that, under Zhang Jing's control, the highly purified spiritual energy carefully entered Father Zhang and Mother Zhang, and the two little ones.

...

On the other side,

It seemed as though the change in spiritual energy was sensed.

Teacher Liu of Yong'an Academy, and Ji Xianming of the Ji Mansion opened their eyes at the same time, looking towards Zhang Mansion. Shock and awe flashed in their eyes.

The casual manipulation of spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles,

This is the terror of the cultivators of the Dao Institute's inner courtyard, no?

...

As time went by,

There were earth-shattering changes on Father Zhang and Mother Zhang.

Their somewhat aged cheeks began to regain their rosiness, their gray hair quietly vanished at the temple, making them look about ten years younger.

In the next room,

The two little ones didn't change much, only sleeping even more peacefully.

He dispersed the spiritual energy.

Four tiny, crystal clear jade pendants appeared in Zhang Jing's hands. With a flick, the pendants transformed into deep, glowing light and,

The next moment, they hung on the chests of his parents and his younger siblings.

The pendants had been imbued with a hint of Taoyin Sea Dragon's Tao Intent, and a trace of Zhang Jing's divine senses was attached to it.

As long as they sensed danger, the Tao Intent would be stimulated,

No one below the Foundation Establishment Realm could possibly survive.

As for the Foundation Establishment Realm, those below the Superior Tao Foundation would have to rely on luck.

With good fortune, they could survive the erosion of Tao Intent.

With bad luck, they would die, and their Tao would perish.

"A single jade pendant can stimulate the Tao Intent three times, and it should be enough to protect them for now."

As his voice faded,

Zhang Jing's figure disappeared directly into the vast night sky.