Chapter 1587
Even I've Gotten This Day
Chapter 1587 Even I've Gotten This Day
The senior sisters accompanied Su Fan, spending their days leisurely by the old house and thatched cottage. Shedding the restraint of cultivators, they lived a somewhat shameless and carefree life.
These leisurely days did not last long, and the group had to set off to return to the Su family's new residence.
The Su family is currently facing a multitude of affairs, and every few days a younger member of the family takes in concubines. The senior sisters and the others need to stay here to help coordinate and arrange everything, and there can be no delays whatsoever.
Once the surrounding hustle and bustle subsided, Su Fan's days returned to quietude, much like a lonely old man isolated from the world.
Having reached his level of cultivation, there are very few things in the world that can stir his emotions or arouse his interest.
Most of the time, he would sit cross-legged by the pool outside the thatched hut.
The pool was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the drifting clouds and swaying bamboo shadows. He sat there quietly for days and nights, letting the morning dew wet his robes and the twilight creep over his brows.
If he happens to encounter something difficult to understand, by the time he has pondered it thoroughly and gained a sudden understanding, a month has passed by unknowingly.
In this world of cultivation, although cultivators possess long lifespans, once they break through to the Integration Realm, they are more likely to feel a sense of urgency about time.
The path of cultivation ahead becomes increasingly arduous, requiring an ever-increasing amount of mental energy and time. Even with a long lifespan, one feels that the years are not enough to squander.
Therefore, for cultivators, once they immerse themselves in cultivation, time flows by like water through their fingers, silently passing through dawn and dusk.
After several months of this solitary cultivation, Su Fan finally stepped out of his personal secret realm.
The Su family's recent wave of concubine acquisitions has come to an end. After all, they are his own bloodline descendants, and it is only right and proper for him to show his face and meet these descendants and the newly entered concubines.
He left the old house, his body crackling with lightning, and used the "Void Lightning Escape" technique. His figure instantly broke through the void and arrived at the valley where the Su family's new house was located in a flash.
As soon as they stepped into the valley, a hunched figure appeared—it was that old bastard Ji Feng.
"This old servant respectfully welcomes my lord..."
Su Fan waved his hand with a smile, his tone indifferent: "Why are you waiting here..."
"Your Majesty, this old servant is on orders to inspect the defensive array in the valley and reinforce the key nodes to prevent any foreign enemies from spying on us..." Ji Feng replied with his head bowed, his tone remaining respectful throughout.
Su Fan nodded slightly upon hearing this, his gaze sweeping over the faint spiritual light appearing around the valley.
"If you need any rare or precious materials or spirit stones in the formation, feel free to ask Fellow Daoist Guyin for assistance. Don't be shy." With that, he strode into the depths of the valley.
Looking up, the valley is filled with vast fields of spiritual rice and medicinal herbs. The spiritual rice grows vigorously, the herbs are lush and green, and the misty spiritual energy lingers in the air.
It was noon, and the blazing sunlight poured down, falling on the pale blue spiritual energy shield that enveloped the spirit field and herb garden, refracting waves of dazzling and colorful rays of light.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple intertwine and flow, like an overturned palette.
However, what's strange is that this beautiful and charming scenery is mixed with a somewhat eerie atmosphere.
Semi-transparent ghosts floated throughout the valley, their pale black forms appearing and disappearing in the spiritual light.
Occasionally, one can see a few gray-faced zombies working in the spirit fields with clumsy, slow steps.
They either bent over to tend to the herbs or drew water to irrigate the sacred fields; their movements were slow but orderly.
The colorful spiritual light intertwined with the eerie ghosts and zombies, creating a scene that should have been incongruous, yet at this moment it exuded a strange harmony, as if this were the most common sight in the world of cultivation.
Su Fan walked slowly along a bluestone path. The stone slabs were smooth and warm from the passage of time and spiritual energy. Occasionally, unknown exotic flowers bloomed on both sides of the path, emitting a faint fragrance.
As you travel deeper into the valley, you will see a small town built around the Su family's new residence.
The city was deserted and quiet, with few pedestrians, except for the shops on both sides of the street, all of which were open.
The shopkeepers were not ordinary people or cultivators, but rather small, beautiful ghost cultivators with lively eyes and a touch of the eerie nature of Yin cultivators.
When the little ghost cultivators caught sight of Su Fan approaching, they were first taken aback, then their pupils shrank sharply, and their faces were filled with shock.
They rushed out of the shop, knelt down and paid their respects, calling out "Ancestor" in clear voices, their tone full of awe.
Su Fan casually waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite, and went straight across the street to the gate of the Su family's new residence.
The tall courtyard gate was magnificent, with gilded animal rings inlaid on the vermilion gate.
Above the lintel hangs a black plaque with the words "Su Mansion" written on it. The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, subtly revealing the majesty of a family of cultivators.
Before he even stepped through the door, the two younger members of the Su family who were guarding the entrance spotted him and immediately froze in fright.
Their faces were pale, and their hands and feet were almost unresponsive, so they hurriedly ran forward.
With a "plop," he knelt down in worship, his voice trembling.
Since this ancestor returned, he has been elusive and rarely seen, making it extremely difficult to even catch a glimpse of him.
Upon unexpectedly encountering the patriarch's arrival, these young boys were so nervous that their palms were sweating and they could barely speak coherently.
"Great-great-grandson Su Lin pays respects to the Ancestor!" The leading youth kowtowed, his voice filled with excitement and fear.
Su Fan looked at his great-grandchildren, whose faces were flushed and who were rambling incoherently, and raised an eyebrow. For a moment, he couldn't remember which branch of the family they belonged to.
There was no way around it; his descendants had multiplied and numbered so many that he simply couldn't remember them all.
He could only chuckle helplessly, raise his hand and toss several lustrous storage rings, which landed precisely in the hands of the young men.
"You're all good kids, go about your business..."
After he finished speaking, he stepped into the luxurious and grand Su Mansion.
The servants and cultivators in the courtyard were all startled when they saw him. They immediately put down their work, knelt down and paid their respects, calling out "Ancestor" respectfully.
For a moment, only the sounds of worship could be heard in the courtyard.
Su Fan didn't look to the side and walked straight through the front yard.
It wasn't until they arrived at the square of the second courtyard that Luo Guyin received the notification. She hurriedly came out from the inner courtyard to greet him, her brows furrowed with a mixture of reproach and concern.
"You didn't even tell me you were coming, so I could have had my entourage prepared and led the clansmen out to greet you..." Luo Guyin stepped forward, her voice gentle.
Su Fan shook his head, his tone casual.
"Forget it, all those formalities are too much trouble and only create distance. This is fine as it is..."
He then followed Luo Guyin into a magnificent hall in the inner courtyard.
The main hall is decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, and the beams and pillars are engraved with intricate runes, exuding a faint spiritual aura.
Su Fan walked over slowly and sat down cross-legged.
Luo Guyin immediately instructed the servants beside her to summon the descendants who had taken concubines in recent months to come and pay their respects to the ancestor.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the main hall was packed with people, all descendants of the Su family, each accompanied by a newly acquired concubine.
It must be said that the quality of the concubines brought into the Su family this time was truly outstanding.
They all came from prestigious families, each possessed stunning beauty, with expressive eyes and graceful figures. What was even more remarkable was that their cultivation and aptitude were all top-notch.
He was surrounded by a faint aura of spiritual energy, which made it clear at a glance that he was a disciple carefully cultivated by a great clan.
However, Su Fan frowned slightly as his gaze swept over the scene.
Several of the girls were far too young, their features still bearing the innocence of childhood, appearing to be no more than ten years old, and their figures not yet fully developed. Clearly, these children had been forcibly sent to the Su family by their families before reaching the appropriate age.
The Su family's power is now growing, and they are renowned within the territory of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace".
Numerous families and powerful groups flocked to the Su family, trying every means to marry their daughters into the family in order to curry favor with this powerful clan.
Looking at the densely packed crowd in the main hall, Su Fan sighed inwardly, feeling quite emotional.
He never imagined that he would end up like this.
It's unbelievable that they've become such a force to be reckoned with, with even their descendants' marriages being entangled in so many conflicts of interest.
After all, they were his own bloodline, so Su Fan did not hesitate to be generous.
With a wave of his hand, over a hundred translucent white spirit crystals appeared out of thin air, radiating pure and powerful spiritual energy, and fell one by one into the hands of each of the newly arrived women.
These girls came from prestigious families, and their vision and knowledge far surpassed those of ordinary people. Naturally, they knew the value of this spirit crystal.
Those are spirit crystals from the upper realm, containing pure and rich spiritual energy, far surpassing the spirit stones of the lower realm.
Even within their respective families, these were extremely rare treasures.
For a moment, all the girls were filled with excitement, their hands tightly gripping the spirit crystals, their breathing becoming rapid, and they were somewhat at a loss.
Even though some girls felt wronged and resentful because they were forcibly sent to the Su family, all their negative emotions vanished the moment they touched the spirit crystal, replaced by ecstasy and relief.
They all secretly wondered how the Su family patriarch could be so extravagant.
Such a precious celestial spirit crystal is bestowed so readily; if this were to spread back to the family, the brothers and sisters would surely be green with envy.
In fact, Su Fan had no intention of showing off.
Although he had many rare treasures in his storage space, most of them were core resources needed for his cultivation, and he was reluctant to take them out easily.
Alternatively, the variety of items might be too great, and selecting and rewarding them one by one could easily lead to disputes over unequal distribution.
Therefore, he simply took out the spirit crystals, firstly because the spirit crystals were valuable enough to show his respect for the younger generation.
Secondly, he had a large reserve of spirit crystals, numbering over ten million. The amount he gave away was just a drop in the ocean, and he didn't care about it at all.
By the time Su Fan had finished receiving all his juniors and newly acquired concubines, dusk had fallen outside the window, and the afterglow of the setting sun had dyed the sky red and gilded the window frames of the main hall with a warm orange hue.
Luo Guyin had already prepared a banquet in advance in the small square in the courtyard. The table was filled with delicacies and fine wines imbued with spiritual energy.
Su Fan accompanied his clansmen to the banquet, chatting casually until late at night before the banquet ended.
The day's social engagements left him more exhausted than a month of dedicated practice and study of martial arts techniques.
He politely declined Luo Guyin's offer to stay overnight at the new residence, and with a swift movement, he left the Su residence.
Su Fan did not return to the old house, but instead used his escape technique to fly straight towards the mountain gate of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace".
When we arrived outside the mountain gate, the night was deep, the dark sky was dotted with stars, and the bright moonlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the rolling mountains.
Su Fan stood at the foot of the mountain with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
Hundreds of peaks, large and small, can be seen in the distance, all as if carved by a divine hand, with steep and towering peaks.
Thick clouds and mist swirled around the mountaintop like a veil, nestled against the dark blue mountain shadows, layer upon layer, piercing the sky and displaying the magnificent aura of the Super Demonic Sect.
This was the first time he had personally visited the mountain gate since joining the "Demon Sun Divine Palace".
He preferred quiet and didn't want to disturb the old guys in the sect.
Once they know I'm coming, there will inevitably be a welcoming banquet and social obligations, which will only add to my troubles.
Su Fan's eyes narrowed, and his aura suddenly changed.
His body transformed into a thin veil of mist, colorless and odorless, silently merging into the night and slipping through the cracks in the mountain gate, without even disturbing the sect's defensive array.
After entering the mountain gate, he found a secluded bamboo forest. The mist dissipated, and he reformed into his true human form.
At the same time, he secretly activated his cultivation technique, forcibly suppressing his cultivation level to the Nascent Soul realm.
This level of skill is not outstanding within the Demon Sun Divine Palace, which is just enough to deceive others.
After doing all this, he stood quietly for a moment, sensing that there was nothing unusual about his surroundings.
None of the many high-ranking elders in the sect detected his presence.
Su Fan nodded in satisfaction and strode towards the Dharma Hall deep within the sect.
In front of the Tibetan Buddhist Hall, several disciples on duty were chatting casually, their tone relaxed, occasionally punctuated by laughter.
But they ignored Su Fan as he walked slowly past them, as if he were nothing more than air.
Su Fan stepped straight into the main hall of the Dharma Hall. With a glance and a slight movement of his divine sense, he took in everything in the vast hall.
Inside the hall, bookshelves stood tall, reaching to the ceiling, filled with all kinds of classic books. The yellowed pages exuded an ancient atmosphere, and the air was filled with the scent of ink and spiritual energy.
He quickly found the area where the ancient books were most concentrated. The light there was slightly dim, the bookshelves were arranged more densely, and it had a tranquil feel to it.
Su Fan stepped forward and pulled out a thick ancient book from the bookshelf.
The cover was already mottled and yellowed, and the writing on it was blurred and difficult to decipher, yet it faintly revealed the fluctuations of ancient runes.
He found a seat by the window, ran his fingertips over the pages, slowly turned the book, and began to read it carefully.
When immersed in the world of ancient books, time always seems to fly by.
In the blink of an eye, Su Fan had been staying in the Dharma Hall for several months.
As expected of a super demonic sect with a long history, the Demon Sun Divine Palace truly possesses extraordinary foundation.
The library houses a vast collection of ancient books, covering a wide range of fields including cultivation techniques, secret arts, formations, records of demonic beasts, and ancient secrets. Each book contains profound knowledge.
This area, filled with classical books, is characterized by the obscurity and difficulty of understanding these texts, most of which require profound cultivation and knowledge to comprehend.
On ordinary days, few disciples come to read it, so the surroundings are always quiet and deserted, with only the soft sound of pages turning and the faint sound of spiritual energy flowing.
This tranquility suited Su Fan perfectly, allowing him to concentrate on his studies without being disturbed by other disciples.
Disciples at the Nascent Soul stage do not hold a high position within the Demon Sun Divine Palace; they are not even considered mid-level cadres.
In addition, he deliberately concealed his presence and acted discreetly, so no one had noticed his existence during this period of time.
Su Fan spent his days and nights tirelessly studying various ancient classics. When he was hungry, he would take out the dry food from his personal secret realm to fill his stomach. When he was sleepy, he would sneak into the secret realm for a short rest. After waking up, he would immediately immerse himself in his studies. His days were simple yet fulfilling.
Months of dedicated study have greatly benefited Su Fan.
(End of this chapter)