Family Rise by Daily Intelligence

Behind An’an, a group of elders followed, visibly emotional as they saw Yu Qingru.

She was, after all, the Yu Family’s first Purple Mansion.

Everyone clasped their hands, spontaneously congratulating in unison:

“Congratulations to the ancestor for advancing to Purple Mansion!”

In the Yu Family.

The older generation had already passed away.

Yu Qingru was the first generation of Foundation Establishment and naturally became the Yu Family’s ancestor.

The Yu Family having a member reach Purple Mansion was akin to having their ancestors blessed by high incense; the clan was originally planning an elaborate celebration. Unfortunately, the fifth-born, Yu Kun, suddenly encountered adversity. Being a mere mortal, the clan would normally have little to be concerned about, but his identity was special—he was Yu Qingru’s son. Although everyone felt a deep joy, they dared not express it excessively.

Yu Qingru waved her hand:

“Attend to your own matters.”

As she spoke.

She quickly sped towards the Patriarch’s Mansion.

The fifth-born, Yu Kun, was discovered at age six to have no Spiritual Root, and was thus raised in a secular city, returning to the clan only once a year during the grand sacrificial rites. Upon learning that this younger brother had little time left, An’an personally brought him to the Patriarch’s Mansion to settle down.

“Mother, please restrain your grief.”

An’an stayed by her side.

Entering the Patriarch’s Mansion, as the array closed, the strength Yu Qingru had been holding on to disintegrated, and her eyes immediately turned red.

Meanwhile.

Fu Changsheng, who accompanied her, also took off his Mysterious Robe.

An’an was slightly startled:

“Greetings, Father!”

He never expected that his father, amidst his busy schedule, would also find time to return.

Fu Changsheng nodded slightly.

Now was not the time for reminiscing.

He followed Yu Qingru into the guest room, one behind the other.

At this moment, the night was deep.

Inside the room, candlelight flickered, and the air was filled with the bitterness of herbs.

On the bed, the fifth-born Yu Kun, already past sixty, lay quietly, his face pale as paper, breath faint as a thread.

Fu Changsheng’s impression of this son remained in childhood; seeing him now with hair full of white was initially hard to accept:

“Brother Kun”

Fu Changsheng felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Meanwhile.

Yu Kun, who lay immobile on the bed, seemed to have a spiritual connection, his eyelids trembled, clearly struggling to wake up, yet lacking even the strength to open his eyes.

An’an said softly:

“Fifth brother’s body has long been depleted, and this illness has completely felled him. Medicine has no spirit, yet he has held on till now, longing to see our parents one last time.”

Beside them, upon hearing those words, Yu Qingru’s eyes reddened.

Fu Changsheng was also overcome with grief and faintly felt a trace of guilt.

Had he realized earlier and intervened, given their Spirit Medicine, the fifth-born could have lived till a natural end.

Fu Changsheng sighed inwardly.

He stepped forward, sat by the bed, lifted the fifth-born, pressed his hands against his back, and with trembling fingers, he gathered a faint wisp of Spiritual Power, gently infused into him.

After a while.

The fifth-born slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze landed on Yu Qingru’s face, carrying a trace of relieved smile:

“Mother… you’ve come.”

The voice was barely audible.

Yu Qingru nodded, her tears receding, gently holding the fifth-born’s hand, which was cold and frail, seemingly ready to slip from her grasp:

“Brother Kun, your father has also returned.”

Fu Changsheng now moved to the bedside.

No matter how much mana he sent into his son’s body, it was of no avail, as the fifth-born had reached the point of relapsed shining moments.

The fifth-born Yu Kun, upon hearing this.

Reached out with his hand towards the empty air, although Fu Changsheng was there, he could not grasp him, his vision completely dispersed, his entire being softly falling into Yu Qingru’s embrace.

Yu Qingru could no longer hold back her sobs.

Fu Changsheng immediately grasped the skeletal hand reaching into the air:

“Brother Kun, your father is here. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, feel free to tell him.”

Yu Kun’s lips moved, his voice even weaker:

“Father, I am useless… not only could I not cultivate, but even the descendants I bore have no Spiritual Root… I wanted to have a moment of pride before you, but… have always… always wanted to see you. I know you… but I have never regretted being your son…”

Towards the end.

The words became inaudible.

Fu Changsheng pondered on what to say, realizing that the fifth-born had already passed.

Clearly.

He was holding on just to see them once more:

“Brother Kun…..”

Fu Changsheng felt a tremor in his heart.

Yu Qingru began to cry aloud.

Seeing this, An’an shed tears as well, but he knew now was not the time for his own sadness, quickly said:

“Father, Mother, please restrain your grief. Fifth brother was able to see you and fulfill his last wish.”

Fu Changsheng, touching the now cold fifth-born, beyond sorrow, felt the fragility and mercilessness of life—a lifetime of glory and wealth fades to nothing, not brought into life, nor taken in death.

At that moment.

The whole person seemed slightly aged.

Though filled with grief, Yu Qingru had already expected this day to come, and having seen several relatives pass away, she quickly perceived the change in Fu Changsheng. She waved her hand for An’an to leave.

Grasping Fu Changsheng:

“Husband”

“We are different from Brother Kun. He is mortal, with only a century of lifespan. We of the Purple Mansion possess five hundred years, bringing more possibilities. With your aptitude, the grand path ahead is promising. Do not be disheartened because of this.”