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At that moment, Luo Chen knew that the old man was awake.

He projected his Spirit Consciousness, feeling the man’s condition.

Luo Chen was briefly startled.

The Divine Soul, weak to an extreme point, was like a remnant candle flickering in the wind, almost extinguished.

Yet, every time it came to the brink of extinguishment, it would stubbornly and tenaciously keep on burning.

This was, with staggering willpower, forcing oneself to survive!

The reason for her perseverance till now, was undoubtedly clear.

No further words of reminiscence were needed.

He opened his mouth, but found his throat somewhat dry.

“Granny Yuan…Yuan Yuejiao! The head of the Luo Tian Creed’s Medicine Hall, serving for more than seven years.”

“She fulfilled her duties diligently during her time in office. Managing medicinal materials for the Pill Hall, supplying Spirit Rice for our creed, during numerous battles, she gave her all to save the cultivators of Luo Tian Creed, for which we are deeply grateful.”

“She is currently at Danxia Peak of Luo Tian Creed, for organizing the cultivation of four hundred Spirit Fields, developing twenty Spirit Fields, and establishing great merits.”

“The present master of Luo Tian Creed, Luo Chen asserts her merits and confirms these claims as true.”

“She has been awarded with twenty vials of Ascendant Grade Jade Marrow Pill, ten portions of Nourishing Origin Liquid, and three Tongyou Pills. Furthermore, a Water Type Second-Level Cultivation Technique suitable for the Yuan Family’s heritage, and a Magic Tool… The twenty newly developed Spirit Fields, the Yuan Family could enjoy half of the benefits for eternity.”

The calm and mild words carried an indisputable tone.

In these words, the seven years of merits and accomplishments of Yuan Yuejiao’s life received the most fair evaluation.

Especially the organization and development of the four hundred and twenty Spirit Fields for the Luo Tian Creed, these were undeniable great merits!

Even if she departed now, all these rewards would indeed be passed on to her descendant, Yuan Dongsheng.

Meanwhile, as Luo Chen spoke these words, the eyes of the old woman grew brighter.

They were no longer muddled, instead like the illumination of stars.

Finally, Luo Chen whispered, “Rest in peace, the Spirit Fields of Danxia Peak will have Spirit Plants planted every year, and the lineage of the Yuan Family will continue unbroken”.

After speaking, he pressed his lips together, quietly turned around and left.

Behind him.

Yuan Dongsheng started sobbing.

Upon leaving the courtyard.

Murong Qinglian stood in front of him.

Luo Chen did not look at her, his gaze distant, merely watching the plants and trees in the courtyard.

“Did you note everything down?”

“Yes, I did. After the burial, these rewards will all be given to Yuan Dongsheng.”

“Where is the cemetery?”

“I had previously discussed this with the president, we had selected a spot behind Danxia Peak as a burial ground. From now onwards, those who have contributed to the Luo Tian Creed could be buried there after their death.”

“Alright, you can handle the burial matters, I trust you.”

Luo Chen’s gaze meandered from the plants and flowers, eventually landing on those people in the yard.

Xiugu, holding onto Xiao Yilong, was weeping outside the door.

She had always been with the Medicine Hall, whether during the Broken Mountain Gang period or after the establishment of the Luo Tian Creed.

Back then, it was Granny Yuan who persuaded her to let go of her prejudice against Zeng Wen and facilitated their marriage.

Now that Granny Yuan had passed away, besides Yuan Dongsheng, she was the most heartbroken.

Zeng Yilong stood there in a daze, looking at the scene inside the room, and unconsciously sucking his fingers.

Luo Chen waved his hand, Zeng Yilong broke free from Xiugu’s grip, and ran over.

“Come, let’s go play with uncle so as not to disturb your mom.”

Zeng Yilong looked back, Xiugu squeezed out a smile and waved her hand at him.

The little boy smiled, holding Luo Chen’s big hand, and left the yard.

Walking along the mountain path, the cries from behind gradually faded away.

Ahead was the lively figure of the little boy skipping and hopping on stones, alternately climbing trees and jumping steps.

“You’re six years old now, right?”

“Let me think, you were born two years before my Foundation Establishment, while I was completing three years of Closed-door Cultivation and another year in Tian Lan Immortal City. This little fellow, all of a sudden, can run and jump.”

Luo Chen’s heart grew cold.

If a person dies, what stays behind?

Is it blood ties, or is it the fire of legacy?

Or maybe it’s his assessment of merits and demerits in a few words?

What if he himself died?

All of a sudden.

“Xiao Long, what’s your dream when you grow up?”

Zeng Yilong, hanging from a tree branch, swung back and forth, round and round, like a pendulum.

He loudly said, “Make Spirit Stones, and marry a wife!”

“Uh…” Luo Chen’s face stiffened, “Who taught you this?”

The child agilely flipped onto the tree branch, and after steadying himself, he naturally said:

“It was Uncle Yuan who taught me. He always said he would marry a wife and have children to continue the Yuan Family’s lineage.”

Luo Chen knitted his brows.

But somehow thinking of something, his furrowed brows gradually eased.

Yes!

Everyone has their own dreams and ambitions.

Influenced since childhood by Luo Chen, Qu Lingjun aimed to become a respected Pill Refiner.

Zeng Yilong, raised by women and endowed since an early age with family principles left by Zeng Wen, will naturally have his dreams influenced.

All of these were personal choices that he could not enforce.

What about himself?

Compared to lineage and long-lasting fame, Luo Chen didn’t value these.

Longevity!

Only longevity!

There were still so many fascinating things in this world awaiting his witness.

Living hastily for a hundred years was simply too fleeting.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Chen suddenly grabbed Zeng Yilong.

“You’ve become somewhat wild recently!”

“Have you learned your letters? Have you read your books?”

Seeing Zeng Yilong’s gloomy face, Luo Chen held his hand and walked towards the Luo Tian Grand Hall at Danxia Peak.

At the same time.

Busy with her tasks, Sima Huiniang’s ear twitched.

“Come to see me immediately!”