Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family

Chapter 570: Three Generations Three Foundation Establishments, The Dark Demon Corpse! (3)

But when he thought of Lu Changsheng’s achievements and the changes in his two aunts, he dared not harbor even the slightest bit of arrogance.

He knew full well that his uncle’s strength and methods were unfathomably deep.

…

“Hmm, Uncle is here?”

Lu Changsheng was in retreat when he received a message from Lu Miaoyun, notifying him that Lu Yuanzhong had come to visit.

He got up and left the Changsheng Hall, and upon reaching the Lu Family Mansion’s reception hall, he immediately saw Lu Yuanzhong inside.

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Next to him sat a thirty-something-year-old man with a heroic-looking face.

It was none other than Lu Muping from the Lu Family.

“Muping, congratulations on breaking through to Foundation Establishment,”

Lu Changsheng immediately revealed a smile and congratulated him aloud.
He could see at a glance that Lu Muping had successfully broken through to Foundation Establishment.

Calculating the time, it had been more than half a year since he sent Lu Muping to the Qingyun Market.

It was about time for him to return after breaking through to Foundation Establishment.

“Changsheng.”

“Greetings, Uncle!”

Lu Yuanzhong and Lu Muping hastened to their feet when they saw Lu Changsheng.

“Without Uncle, how could I have such an opportunity to establish my foundation? Please accept my gratitude!”

Lu Muping said, bowing respectfully to Lu Changsheng once more.

“Haha, we’re all family here, no need for such formalities,”

Lu Changsheng laughed, then helped him to his feet.

Afterward, he sat down in the main seat and asked Lu Yuanzhong if he came over for anything in particular.

“This visit is mainly to inform you about Muping’s breakthrough in Foundation Establishment and to have Muping properly thank you,”

Lu Yuanzhong began, and continued, “Regarding the news of Muping’s Foundation Establishment, our family won’t announce it publicly for the time being. We will wait for an opportune moment to declare it and hold a grand ceremony.” ṛ𝓪ΝỒＢЕ𐌔

“Haha, such matters could simply be mentioned in a message from Uncle; there really is no need for trouble,”

Lu Changsheng said with a laugh.

They then drank tea and chatted leisurely, discussing some insights on Foundation Establishment cultivation.

In the course of the conversation, Lu Yuanzhong mentioned that in some days, he would be heading to Red Leaf Valley Market to take charge, leaving Lu Muping in command of Qingzhu Mountain.

As for Lu Miaoge, she could continue her peaceful cultivation at Bi Lake Mountain.

“That would be very kind of you, Uncle,”

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng did not offer empty courtesies.

He had expended so much effort to aid Qingzhu Mountain in Foundation Establishment, ostensibly to repay his debt of gratitude to Qingzhu Mountain.

But more so, it was for his wife, Lu Miaoge.

He hoped that Lu Miaoge could cultivate in peace at Bi Lake Mountain.

After the casual chat, the two had dinner at Bi Lake Mountain and then, disguising their appearances, they departed.

Aside from Lu Miaoyun guessing the news of Lu Muping’s breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, no one else knew of this.

“Thank you, my husband,”

Lu Miaoyun came to express her gratitude to Lu Changsheng.

Although her relationship with Lu Muping was quite ordinary and they were not very familiar with each other,

having grown up in Qingzhu Mountain, she naturally hoped that Qingzhu Mountain would continue to prosper.

“Haha, there is no need for such words between us as husband and wife,”

Lu Changsheng held his wife’s hand, chuckled softly, and said.

Afterward, he and his wife went to the attic to enjoy the moonlit night and have a long conversation.

…

Half a month later, Lu Yuanzhong went to sit in at the Red Leaf Valley Market, taking over Lu Miaoge’s rotation.

This change did not cause any impact on the marketplace.

Neither the Bai Family nor the Zheng Family had any objections.

Officially, Lu Miaoge was said to have returned to Qingzhu Mountain for closed-door cultivation, but in reality, she had gone back to Bi Lake Mountain.

“Sister Miaoge, now you can properly focus on your cultivation,”

“Once Zi Xiao’s injuries are healed, we, together with Huanhuan, will visit the Jinyang Sect.”

Lu Changsheng spoke to his wife in a gentle voice.

Now that the Mount Sumeru Tree King was guarding their home, as soon as Ling Zixiao’s injuries were healed, he could leave with peace of mind to visit their children in Yue Country.

Having the children taken to the Jinyang Sect for cultivation without even a proper farewell from their father weighed heavily on his heart with guilt.

“Alright,”

Lu Miaoge replied softly, her beautiful eyes revealing a mixture of longing and anticipation.

As a mother, it was impossible not to miss her daughter who had gone to the Jinyang Sect in Yue Country for cultivation.

Especially when she sometimes saw her sister, Lu Miaohuan, inadvertently show her own longing, which only deepened her sense of guilt and self-reproach.

She believed that had she not initially agreed to send her children to the Jinyang Sect, none of this separation would have been necessary and perhaps it would have been better for them to be taught by Lu Changsheng at home.

…

In a branch of the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range.

Deep within a valley basin shrouded in a sinister atmosphere of corpses, blood, and poisonous miasma.

“Hoo hoo hoo—”

Xiahou Wuwo sat cross-legged, surrounded by chilling winds.

Before him stood a colossal figure with the body of a man and the head of an ox.

The entire figure emanated a dense necrotic aura, its muscular, dragon-like body covered with countless black symbols resembling worms or tadpoles, mysterious and terrifying, exuding an intense and intimidating presence.

Its lantern-like eyes and the dark horns glinted with a soul-piercing crimson gleam, flickering uncertainly.

“Dark Yin Demon Sha, spirits and ghosts…”

Xiahou Wuwo’s eyes suddenly snapped open, blood-red as he stared at the massive oxen corpse before him, muttering disjointedly under his breath.

He then formed hand seals, and strands of black qi seeped from his body, rising and spreading like mist. At that moment, the chilly winds rapidly picked up, howling eerily and intensely, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

“Ch!”

With a forceful slap to his chest, Xiahou Wuwo expelled a droplet of blood, crimson and glistening, which flew towards the oxen corpse.

In an instant, a violent, brutal, and terrifying force radiated from the corpse, enough to make one’s scalp tingle with dread.

On the dark ground, a layer of frost formed as if out of nowhere.

“Roar, roar, roar—”

“Whimper, whimper, whimper—”

Cages containing demon beasts dotted the valley.

At that moment, as if sensing something horrifying, the beasts let out terrified roars, quivering and trembling uncontrollably.

“It’s so cold, what’s happening?”

“Such a terrifying and intimidating force!”

“It’s coming from the direction of our ancestor; could it be that he has mastered a new divine skill!?”

In the valley, there were several huts and cave dwellings, home to a number of cultivators.

In that moment, they all felt the temperature drop, the air permeated with a terrifying and odd presence, causing an inexplicable sense of dread and breathlessness.

“Hoo hoo hoo—”

In the depths of the valley, black miasma rolled and spread; not just around Xiahou Wuwo but the ox-headed corpse in front of him was also enveloped by the roiling black qi.

“Come!”

With a beckoning gesture, Xiahou Wuwo summoned several demon beasts that had been prepared earlier.

With a clench of his hand, the beasts exploded, turning into hot mist of blood that surged towards the ox-headed corpse.

At that moment, the once flickering eyes of the corpse now glinted like red agate, crimson as blood.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, there was a deafening sound of thunder outside the valley.

A torrential downpour fell unexpectedly.

“The Dark Demon Corpse, The Dark Demon Corpse, it’s finally complete!”

Xiahou Wuwo looked up at the ox-headed corpse before him and laughed maniacally.

But on his rigid, grayish face, a pair of blood-red eyes glinted malevolently, filled with a predatory and cruel coldness.