Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The woman in a red dress struggled to pull away from the man's grip, pouted, and said indignantly:

"Senior Brother, you're deceiving me again. Do you think for such a short time, over three hundred immortals entered that mansion? Even if you say these lights represent spells."

Upon hearing this.

A hint of confusion crossed the man's mind.

But the rainbow lights were indeed Immortals!

"Could something significant have happened in Xingluo City?"

A wave of unease rippled in his heart, and he quietly called over the tavern server, asking:

"Server, could you please tell me about this——"

He pointed at the rainbow lights still streaking the sky.

"Shush!"

The server immediately made a silencing gesture, then quietly explained:

"You two must have just arrived in Xingluo City today. It's because the Matron of Zhang Clan is about to pass away, and all the Immortals have come for this. Many came yesterday already."

"Could you please tell me, server, is the matron of the Zhang Clan also an Immortal? Why does she live in our mortal city?"

The man curiously asked.

"Madam Zhang is not an Immortal, she is an ordinary mortal, just like us. I've even spoken to her, ah~what a pity!"

The server shook his head regretfully.

"It can't be... so many Immortals came for a mortal——"

The lady in a red dress said in disbelief.

But before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the server:

"Both of you, take care with your words. Rumor has it that the eldest son of the Zhang Clan is a true Immortal and currently resides in the Immortal Realm. Isn't it normal for these immortals to come to offer condolences or assist?"

"A true Immortal! The Immortal Realm!"

The man and woman at the table couldn't help but widen their eyes.

...

And at this moment.

Zhang's Mansion, usually peaceful, has grown even more silent today.

The distant sounds of sobbing can be heard.

Inside the courtyard.

Standing quietly were dozens of disciples, among them were Liu Lizhi from the Legacy Pavilion and Yang Bai from the Thousand Law Pavilion. Their divine senses relayed continuously.

Present amongst them.

Was the figure of Ji Bochang.

At this moment, he was wearing a purple robe, standing within the group of disciples, barely noticeable.

At the forefront of the crowd.

"Senior Brother Yang, have you seen the Academy Principal? What did he say?"

Liu Lizhi looked at Yang Bai who just emerged from a room, and asked with concern.

Yang Bai shook his head in response, remaining silent.

Seeing this.

Liu Lizhi sighed. Thinking of something, he asked again:

"Ah~, is the old master alright?"

In fact, based on their ages.

Almost all of them were older than Father Zhang.

However, in terms of addressing him, they were still accustomed to calling Father Zhang 'old master'.

On one hand, they were considering the feelings of Junior Brother Zhang Fan and Junior Sister Zhang Nianjing.

After all, they were all part of the inner courtyard. If they referred to their father as Little Zhang, it wouldn't be very respectful.

On the other hand, well.

Those who understood, understood.

"The old master is fine, Junior Brother Zhang Fan is with him," Yang Bai replied.

"That's good!"

...

Inside the hall.

In a simply decorated room.

Mother Zhang lay motionless on the bed, her hair silver, her face deeply lined and withered. Her life force was like a candle in the wind, in danger of being extinguished at any moment.

And outside the door.

The Academy Principal helplessly helped a younger woman who was kneeling before him to stand and sighed:

"Nianjing, it's not that your master is unwilling to help, but your aunt's life has reached its limit, and I can't reverse it. This is fate, it can't be defied."

"Master, is there really no way? Nianjing doesn't want to lose her mother."

Upon hearing this.

Zhang Nianjing looked up at the Academy Principal, revealing a pretty face that resembled Zhang Jing. Although not stunning, it channelled a serene, noble charm.

Opposite her.

A complex emotion flashed across the Academy Principal's eyes.

Every time he saw his good disciple.

He would inevitably think of her older brother—Zhang Jing.

His terrifying, unparalleled talent in the Immortal Way was unforgettable even after decades.

While his disciple Nianjing was also incredibly talented, compared to her brother, her brilliance was merely that of a firefly to the moonlight.

He had even suspected more than once.

Whether Zhang Jing could be the reincarnation of certain Immortal deity, because that level of talent was hard to explain otherwise.

"Master~"

Zhang Nianjing, her eyes red-rimmed, tugged at the Academy Principal's arm.

Coming back to his senses.

The Academy Principal pondered for a moment, then hesitantly said:

"Perhaps your elder brother has a way, only—"

"Elder brother?"

Zhang Nianjing found herself unconsciously repeating a name that was both familiar and foreign to her.

She had no memory of this brother.

Her mother had always said that her elder brother, Zhang Jing, used to love to hold her when she was little, but she had no memory of it.

It was probably when she and her younger brother were still young.

Zhang Nianjing thought.

She knew that both her name and Zhang Fan's were related to this person called Elder Brother.

At this thought.

Zhang Nianjing brought her hands together in a sincere prayer:

"Elder brother, you are an Immortal in heaven, you should be able to feel Nianjing's prayer. Mother is dying, can you save her? I can't bear to lose my mother."

"And do you know, when mother was still conscious, she kept calling your name. Even though she was calling out 'Jing'er', Nianjing knows that she was not calling for me."

...

Perhaps the prayer worked.

The sky outside the room suddenly darkened.

The next moment.

A figure shrouded in divine light suddenly appeared not far in front of Zhang Nianjing, then the light gradually dissipated, revealing Zhang Jing.

Seeing this.

The Academy Principal who was standing to the side couldn't believe his eyes and rubbed them, almost thinking he had seen wrong.

After confirming once more.

"Zhang Jing?"

He called out excitedly.

"Academy Principal, long time no see," Zhang Jing nodded and responded with a smile.

"You—"

The Academy Principal quickly walked up to Zhang Jing, pointed at the sky and then at the ground, then looked in the direction of Mother Zhang. He was at a loss for words.

"Academy Principal, this body of mine is just a projection, the real one can't come down at the moment."

Zhang Jing, knowing what the other wanted to ask, explained.

At this moment.

Zhang Nianjing was staring blankly at the figure not far in front of her, her mind went blank.

Her teacher's address just confirmed everything.

This suddenly appearing familiar man was the Zhang Jing elder brother she had been hearing about since she was little.

In an instant.

Zhang Nianjing felt as if she now had a real mountain to lean on, tears starting to stream uncontrollably down her face.

"Elder brother, can you save mother?"

Zhang Jing turned towards the voice.

With just one look.

He recognized the crying girl in front of him, it was the little sister who used to curl up in his arms, staring at the stars and the setting sun with her big black eyes.

A gentle smile unconsciously crossed his face.

"Nianjing has grown into a big girl now. I remember the last time I saw you, you were only this small."

Zhang Jing said, gesturing with his hand.

"Elder brother!"

Hearing this, Zhang Nianjing couldn't help but break into a bashful tantrum, stomping her foot and calling out.

For some reason.

Even though for her, this was the first time meeting Zhang Jing, her body and mind were completely relaxed nonetheless.

Before long.

At the bedside of her mother.

Zhang Jing extended his left hand and in a moment, several beams of immortal light lit up, finally condensing into an exquisite Lamb Fat White Jade Vase.

He took a deep breath.

The lid of the Lamb Fat White Jade Vase disappeared without a sound, and a single Lifespan Spirit Liquid, resembling a precious pearl, sparkling with an emerald Immortal light, slowly flew out from within the vase.

Afterwards.

Under Zhang Jing's control, this drop of Lifespan Spirit Liquid slowly integrated into Mother Zhang's forehead.

In an instant.

An aqua-green Immortal light enveloped her.

"The Lifespan Spirit Liquid actually works on the damaged people of the Lower Realm!"

Zhang Jing exclaimed in his heart.

He was completely relieved.

And so, a few more drops of the Lifespan Spirit Liquid flew from the Lamb Fat White Jade Vase, going straight into Mother Zhang's body.

The aqua-green Immortal light suddenly shone countless times brighter.

At this moment.

Behind him.

The Academy Principal, the Pavilion Masters, an elderly Father Zhang with white hair, and Zhang Nianjing with Zhang Fan, were quietly standing, looking at Zhang Jing perform this miracle, hardly daring to breathe.

However.

As the aqua-green Immortal light enveloping Mother Zhang gradually dissipated.

A look of astonishment appeared on everyone's faces all at once.