Family Rise by Daily Intelligence

Fu Changsheng shook his head and said:

“I will leave this place in two days, so it’s inconvenient to take you with me. However, if you can endure the solitude, you can continue to live in this canyon in the future.”

“Thank you, Immortal Master, thank you, Immortal Master.”

Qiuu Shiniang was overjoyed to the point of tears.

Although she was a child bride in the Village Chief’s house, her life was worse than that of an average servant.

She never dared to dream that she would have a day of freedom. In a sense, the Immortal Master before her was like a reborn parent, and she was naturally grateful beyond words.

Fu Changsheng hesitated for a moment, patted his storage bag, and with a flash of dawn light, a dozen volumes of books for Qi Cultivators floated towards Qiuu Shiniang: “The Spiritual Qi in this valley is not very abundant, but if you have a Spiritual Root, it’s enough for your daily cultivation. Take these books.”

Cultivation?!

Qiuu Shiniang was stunned.

She… could someone as humble as her really step into cultivation?!

…

Shadow Sect Void Dojo.

The black-robed elder sitting cross-legged in mid-air cast a Daoist Technique into the Teleportation Vortex.

Buzz!

The vortex was activated once more.

The elder mumbled softly:

“I wonder how many will return alive this time?”

With that said.

The elder closed his eyes again.

After a while.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Buddha Light emerged from the vortex, and then three monks flashed into appearance. These were the bald donkeys who previously competed with Fu Changsheng for the Blood Abyss Mountain task. At this moment, the three were quite embarrassed, their faces ashen, and their bodies covered in wounds.

The leading Great Monk respectfully presented the jade box in his hand to the mysterious elder in the Void:

“Fortunately, we did not disgrace our mission.”

“Hmm.”

The elder opened the box, glanced at it, and nodded slightly. He flicked his index finger, and three pills floated toward the monks.

The Great Monk glanced over and found they were the Healing Holy Medicine, the Healing Azure Pills. His gray, defeated face showed a look of wild joy, and the three spoke in unison:

“Thank you, senior, for the reward!”

After receiving the Spirit Pills.

The three found a corner to sit cross-legged and began to heal their injuries.

After a while.

More people gradually emerged.

But none were without serious injuries, clearly indicating that the difficulty of each task was almost the same.

However.

Some accomplished their tasks.

But more than half returned empty-handed.

The second disciple among the three monks glanced at the crowd and didn’t see Fairy Yaoo and her group, hesitating, he said:

“Senior Brother, could it be that Fairy Yaoo did not return safely?”

The Great Monk, however, didn’t even open his eyes.

He said lightly:

“Even if we were completely wiped out, Fairy Yaoo wouldn’t have fallen in there. Rather than worry, it’s better to heal first.”

“Senior Brother, if that’s the case, should we ask Fairy Yaoo if they brought the Blood Pool from the Blood Saber Sect? Your Spirit Talisman Skill urgently needs this Blood Pool; at worst, we pay double the reward.”

The Great Monk shook his head and remained silent.

Given Fairy Yaoo’s background, it’s unlikely they could offer anything to impress her.

Furthermore.

The Blood Pool of the Blood Saber Sect is within the Forbidden Land.

They planned for decades and couldn’t retrieve it, so it’s impossible for Fairy Yaoo and her group to bring it back without preparation.

The moment the thought fell.

The Great Monk seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes, looking quickly towards the vortex exit, only to see three figures flash into appearance, two men and one woman, different from others who were wounded. These three looked as if they were returning from a leisurely outing.

The second disciple was stunned for a moment:

“Senior Brother, could it be that Fairy Yaoo’s group didn’t go to the Blood Saber Sect?”

Otherwise.

How could they return unscathed?

The Great Monk initially had this misconception as well, but the next moment his pupils contracted, and his gaze fixed on Fu Changsheng. He clearly sensed the aura of the Blood Pool, and a look of disbelief flashed in the Great Monk’s eyes:

“How is that possible!”

This Blood Pool actually fell into the hands of this seemingly ordinary young man at the Middle Stage of Purple Mansion!

The Great Monk’s eyes shifted, thinking quickly, and at that moment, Fairy Yaoo turned back, looking at him coldly like frost. The Great Monk shuddered, hurriedly closed his eyes again, and suppressed the thoughts that had just arisen:

“This young man is already favored by Fairy Yaoo, not to be touched!”

…..

Fu Changsheng presented the Cloud-devouring Beast Demon Pill to the mysterious black-robed elder in the Void. After examining the goods, the elder’s gaze lingered on Fu Changsheng for a moment.

After a while.

With a rumbling sound, the Teleportation Vortex shut down completely.

Fu Changsheng glanced at the Daoist Field.

He discovered that of the ninety people who originally entered, less than half remained, and most were seriously injured. It was unclear whether those not transported out chose to stay in the Cangling Realm or perished completely.

The black-robed elder slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze fell on the twenty-five people standing in the eastern corner:

“It’s a pity that you couldn’t complete the task.”

With that.

He waved his sleeve.

Several Spirit Pills floated toward them.

Evidently.

This was meant to erase related memories.

Those twenty-five people gritted their teeth, their hearts full of unwillingness. They had weathered countless dangers, not expecting to fall at the last step before success.

Seeing this, the black-robed elder added:

“Rest assured, if you perform well, there may still be opportunities to participate in disciple selections in the future.”

With that said.

He waved his sleeve.

With a buzz, the twenty-five people were enveloped in beams of light and instantly transported away.

The entire Daoist Field was left with only nine people.

Among them.

Besides Fu Changsheng’s team, the Great Monk and his two companions returned intact, while the other three selected individuals were from different teams, indicating their two other companions had already met their end.

Cao Qingyun, seeing this, felt extremely fortunate.

If he had been chosen by others, he feared he would have long met his death in the Netherworld.