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Chapter 973: Chapter 347: Evolution, Passing Immortal, Kin Slaughter (Ten-Thousand-Word Combined Chapter)_5

Fu Changli didn’t speak, his face full of sorrow, silently accompanying Fu Changren.

The Four Cultivators from back then have already lost one.

Next, it will be his turn. With his aptitude, he has no chance to break through to the Purple Mansion. If there are Purple Mansion Spiritual Objects in the clan, they should be left for more hopeful descendants. Fu Changli held Fu Changren’s hand, silently saying in his heart:

”Big brother, you’ve gone underground. Please wait a little longer for your brother. In another hundred years, I will reunite with you underground.”

Fu Changren’s funeral was held solemnly.

The major noble families nearby saw that Fu Changsheng was personally presiding, and out of respect for Fu Changsheng, they attended. The grandeur was no less than the previous Purple Mansion celebration of Liuu Meizhen and others.

The disciples from the Spirit Plant Hall all wiped tears:

”To be honored like this after death, the old Hall Master can rest in peace under the nether world.”

For a Qi Cultivator.

Looking across the entire South Huai Prefecture, there’s no such funeral specification.

After the funeral ended.

Fu Changsheng immediately summoned Fu Changli, Fu Changlei, and Yaoyao to the Council Hall.

After closing the array.

The three exchanged glances, all clearly a bit nervous and excited because all three were at Half-Step Purple Mansion, and even connected the Upper and Lower Dantians, needing only the Soul-Attracting Pill to cross the final step. At this moment, the patriarch summoned them together, and the three vaguely guessed something.

Fu Changsheng didn’t beat around the bush, and said straightforwardly:

”In the Broken Bone Cliff Secret Realm, I obtained a batch of Soul-Attracting Pills, and now I grant them to you, hoping that when we meet again, it will be your time to break through to the Purple Mansion.”

Saying so.

With a wave of his sleeve.

Three pill bottles flew towards them.

Fu Changlei glanced over and saw two Soul-Attracting Pills in his bottle, he immediately took out one:

”Patriarch, I only need one Soul-Attracting Pill.”

Fu Changlei has a Mutated Thunder Spiritual Root; if Fu Changsheng hadn’t repeatedly advised him not to force the breakthrough, he would have attempted the final step long ago. One Soul-Attracting Pill was sufficient.

Beside him, Yaoyao’s bottle also contained two pills. Upon hearing, she also intended to take out one.

But Fu Changsheng stopped her with a look:

”The extra Soul-Attracting Pill is precautionary. If you don’t need it, that would be even better; when you exit seclusion, returning it to me is the same.”

To the left, Fu Changli heard this, feeling somewhat ashamed, because her bottle contained five Soul-Attracting Pills, while Fu Changlei only needed one, enough to show that her aptitude was far inferior to the other two, which meant that her chance of forming a Golden Core in the future was almost negligible.

Nonetheless.

Being able to break through to the Purple Mansion.

Having five hundred years of lifespan, she was already satisfied.

If she weren’t one of the Four Cultivators, others needing five Soul-Attracting Pills to break through the Purple Mansion, the clan likely wouldn’t agree at all.

Thus.

Fu Changli knew this was the patriarch’s special care for her.

”This is my and Uncle Fei’s, Meizhen’s, and others’ experience of breaking through to the Purple Mansion, you each have a copy, study it carefully.”

Fu Changsheng reviewed his breakthrough process meticulously for the three and solved their doubts, then instructed them thoroughly. After the three retreated, he headed to the small courtyard where Fu Yongqiang lived.

...

In the courtyard.

The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

Countless bottles and jars were scattered everywhere.

Occasionally, there was the sound of clashing and smashing, and the two maids guarding the door had skin exposed, full of bruises.

Bang!

The sound of a shattering bottle came from inside.

Both of their bodies trembled, the maid in red spoke with a sobbing tone:

”Sister Qing, the young master is drinking more heavily; if we continue to hide it, when the young mistress exits seclusion, she’ll likely come to settle scores with us. This matter... we might as well report directly to the clan leader, with the clan leader’s intervention, I don’t believe the young master would dare to be so reckless.”

But Qing Yi quickly shook her head.

Their young master’s aptitude wasn’t great, and he didn’t have a talent for the Hundred Skills of Cultivation. If he weren’t a legitimate son of the clan leader’s line, he’d have been kicked down the mountain long ago, let alone live in this spiritual qi-rich place daily. If the clan leader were to know of this matter, and in a fit of anger abolish the young master, as the maids, their fate would likely be even more miserable.

In glory together, in loss together:

”Sister, let’s endure a little longer. The young mistress has been in seclusion for years and seems about to exit. The young master always heeds the young mistress’s commands, and once she exits, the young master will surely give up drinking and pull himself together.”

”But... but the young master is already seventy, his best age for Foundation Establishment has passed, and he’s still stuck at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer, those ten years when he should have been striving were wasted in drinking heavily, and even if he gives it up, I’m afraid...”

I’m afraid reaching Foundation Establishment is hopeless.

Qing Yi didn’t want to suffer this humiliation anymore.

She initially thought serving as bedmaid to the clan leader’s line’s young master would allow her to rise, but in hindsight, it seemed they had miscalculated.

Their choice of entering this courtyard was utterly wrong.

While speaking.

Both felt something odd.

Suddenly turning back.

They saw Fu Changsheng standing behind them at an unknown time, both shivering in fright, hurriedly kneeling and saluting:

”Greetings, clan leader.”

Fu Changsheng’s face was slightly cold.

Brother Qiang was drinking heavily in the courtyard, and these maids, fearing exposure, claimed Brother Qiang was in seclusion training, leading to Yaoyao and others being completely unaware. Brother Qiang hadn’t even attended the big brother’s funeral a short time ago:

”Open the door!”

”Yes, clan leader.”

The sisters in blue shivered as they took out a token, casting a technique to open the courtyard door, a pungent alcohol scent immediately rushed out.

In the courtyard.

Fu Yongqiang lay among a heap of bottles; hearing footsteps, he raised his eyes to look at the approaching Fu Changsheng, and drunkenly said, ”Qing Yi, you’re trying to dress as my father to console me again, looks like I didn’t hit you hard enough this morning.”