Chapter 804: 335: Don’t lament the end of the year at the ends of the earth; there are so many white-haired old men in the world (asking for monthly tickets)_3 Chapter 804: 335: Don’t lament the end of the year at the ends of the earth; there are so many white-haired old men in the world (asking for monthly tickets)_3 As the spirit inheritor of the Human Immortal Dao System, he indeed had his own set of skills.
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Soon, two months later.
In front of the gates of the Longevity Sect, two gigantic fourth-tier Spirit Boats, large as mountains, were filled with selected disciples headed to the Four Regions, totaling thousands of people.
Around the Longevity Sect’s Spirit Boats, there were also a dozen smaller Spirit Boats from various middle to small forces, carrying many cultivators, who would also head there together.
On the two largest Spirit Boats, the banners of the Longevity Sect hung, and cultivators sang loudly on the decks, as if encouraging each other.
Below, on the sandy harbor, blue waves slapped against the shore’s rocks, creating a picturesque blue coastal scene.
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Many disciples of Longevity School had expressions filled with anticipation and nervous anxiety, harboring hope for their soon return to the Four Regions, yet also fearful of the upcoming counterattack warfare.
Numerous Spiritual Lights occasionally flew from the direction of Longevity Island’s city, transporting materials for the expedition.
Some cultivators bid farewell to the disciples heading on the expedition, reluctant to part; others said heavy-hearted goodbyes to their partners, entrusting their wives and daughters to their Dao friends for care.
Although the destination ahead is a deeply missed homeland, they would also face the fierce Outer Realm Evil Cultivators.
What the future held after the counterattack, whether they could return to their partners in their lifetime, was indeed unknown.
But this is the cruelty of the Cultivation World.
Though the Longevity Sect is well-reputed and adheres to the Dao of Heaven’s principle of balancing the excess and the deficient, it still does not nurture the idle and carries out duty functions.
Chen Dengming had experienced this himself, and now it was the turn of many duty-bound disciples to bear burdens for another batch of disciples, ensuring the continuity of the sect.
“Sect Leader, out of them, how many will make it back in the end?”
Atop a tall tower in Evergreen City, a youth with a majestic figure, a composed and elegant demeanor, and features somewhat resembling Chen Dengming looked towards Chen Dengming and asked respectfully.
He was Chen Feilin, the current Family Head of the Chen Family, Chen Dengming’s grandson, and the acknowledged king without a crown among all forces within Evergreen City.
This title of king without a crown was not self-proclaimed but was privately acknowledged by all powers.
Yet Chen Feilin disliked it and, to avoid suspicion, had only met Chen Dengming twice in the past decade, addressing him only as Sect Leader during those meetings.
This was because a decade ago, the Longevity Sect had enforced public-private laws after the day his mother, Li Xue, had left his aging father and him…
All because his father, Chen Jing’s, persistent teachings helped him, naturally intelligent, gradually learn to rein in his mischievousness, conceal his brightness, become more composed, and strictly discipline himself.
Confronted with Chen Feilin’s query, Chen Dengming, hands clasped behind his back, gazed up at the sunset between sea and sky and sighed, “This sunrise and sunset, endlessly repeating, yet not everyone gets to see the sun rise and still appreciate the beauty of its setting.
Life and death are just like this…”
He paused, turning his head to look at Chen Feilin, observing his grandson now possessing such a composed temperament at merely twenty-seven, feeling both reassured and melancholic at heart.
“Feilin, the Chen Family will eventually continue through your hands, you are already doing very well.”
Chen Feilin calmly said, “I am able to do this well mainly because they are willing to shoulder some of the risks.”
Chen Dengming, surprised, “I remember letting you choose once, whether to accompany me to the Four Regions for training and duty or stay in Evergreen City, and your choice was to stay in the city.”
Chen Feilin smiled calmly, “Correct.
Because my staying was indeed the best duty I could perform for the Longevity Sect and Evergreen City.”
Chen Dengming’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint, deeply gazing into Chen Feilin’s eyes, he nodded slightly.
Seeing his grandson behaving this way now, he was genuinely satisfied, hardly seeing any trace of the boy’s past mischievousness.
With Chen Feilin, the Chen Family didn’t seek remarkable prominence but could indeed be sustained for a long time.
Now, Chen Jing and Chen Yiran, his son and daughter, were both quite old.
Although they still had some lifespan left, their lives were ultimately mortal.
He feared that the next time he emerged from seclusion, he might have to bid farewell as an old man to another old man.
However, this cycle of life, old age, sickness, and death is the mortal life, mere dust in the grass, certainly a cause for sorrow, yet Chen Dengming had already come to terms with it back when he saw off Xu Wei into the Nether Spring.
“It’s getting dark, let’s go!
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Feilin, since there is a stable environment for cultivation, cherish it and cultivate well.”
Chen Dengming gave a faint smile, stepping into the evening light, his robe fluttering, he flew towards the Spirit Boat, like casting himself into the endlessly flowing vast ocean.
Under the sunset, the waves seemed like thousands of red snakes, struggling and writhing.
Whirling expedition amidst roaring waves, a night’s wind across ten thousand miles of the Immortal Sea.
Do not lament the end of years at the world’s edge, how many white-haired elders are there in the world…
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