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

Chapter 1097: 246: I Fell in Love with the Fairy at First Sight!

As soon as Lu Changsheng entered the Tianyuan Supreme King Lotus, an intense wave of Spiritual Energy surged toward him, almost thick enough to liquefy, refreshing his mind and spirit.

However, apart from the abundant Spiritual Energy, this Cave Heaven realm didn’t appear exceptionally unique—grey and hazy skies reminiscent of the Mount Sumeru Cave Heaven.

A grand temple stood erect ahead.

Constructed entirely of golden iron and white jade, it emanated a crystalline brilliance—ancient yet imposing.

But the pervasive silence inspired a profound sense of desolation.

Holding Chu Qingyi in his arms, Lu Changsheng casually surveyed the surroundings of the Cave Heaven. His expression remained serene, as he coolly said, “Senior, since you summoned me, why not show yourself?”

As his words echoed, the dense Spiritual Energy mist before him began to stir, and a faint, nearly imperceptible figure gradually materialized.

“Hmm!?”

Lu Changsheng’s gaze sharpened upon seeing the figure, his heart skipping a beat, his vigilance heightened.

The figure’s appearance bore a striking resemblance to the red-haired figure seen outside—a jade crown atop its head, adorned in a flowing white robe embroidered with qilin motifs.
Yet, unlike the menacing red hair, this person exuded a gentle aura, with refined features like those of a scholar swordsman lamenting the hardships of life.

“Remarkable youth, truly awe-inspiring. I never thought I’d encounter someone like you in my lifetime,” the remnant soul spoke, its melancholy eyes fixed on Lu Changsheng, a deep sense of nostalgia resonating in its tone.

Even as merely a fragment of a soul, it could not fully discern Lu Changsheng.

Nonetheless, through the subtle resonance of the Tianyuan Treasure Lotus, it had observed parts of Lu Changsheng’s essence during his battle with Nangong Mili.

“I wonder why Senior summoned me here?”

Without lowering his guard, Lu Changsheng addressed the remnant soul in a measured tone.

Despite mentions of inheritance and opportunities, he did not believe in such fortuitous gifts falling from the heavens.

He was certain the soul had an ulterior motive for calling him.

“Rest assured, I bear no malice.”

“Furthermore, after countless years, my Primordial Spirit’s Origin Source has already withered and depleted. What remains now is but a fragment of my persistence tethered to the Tianyuan Supreme King Lotus;I possess no capability for body-snatching.”

The remnant soul, noticing Lu Changsheng’s strong wary stance, calmly explained.

“Senior overstates,” Lu Changsheng replied dryly.

Though the soul’s words might be genuine, Lu Changsheng did not lower his guard.

Compared to the dread-inducing Hong Lian of years past, this soul was far more ethereal, but the pressure it exerted was not weaker—in fact, it surpassed Hong Lian.

Facing such an existence, caution was indispensable!

Seeing that Lu Changsheng remained wary, the remnant soul appeared unperturbed, continuing, “You were summoned here, firstly because of fate.”

“My Primordial Spirit’s essence is exhausted, and the ability to communicate with you depends on the Tianyuan Supreme King Lotus within your body. Additionally, you’ve cultivated the Sun Moon Samsara Technique, proving that fate connects us. Thus, I hope you will inherit my teachings.”

The remnant soul elaborated.

“Senior, I already possess a profound inheritance, making it impossible for me to take on another,” Lu Changsheng responded.

“However, I can seek suitable successors on your behalf to ensure your legacy does not fall into obscurity.”

Glancing at the pale, lifeless face of Chu Qingyi in his embrace, whose breathing was chaotic and faint, Lu Changsheng added solemnly.

As he spoke, his Qi Ocean Core and Great Dao Golden Core radiated dazzling hues, sending forth an astonishing surge of Yin Yang Magic Power.

“Boom! Boom! Boom

This magical aura enveloped Lu Changsheng, forming a Yin Yang Taoist Chart that seemed to depict the harmony of heavens and earth, accompanied by faint echoes of the Great Dao.

“This...”

The remnant soul, gazing at the Yin Yang Taoist Chart above Lu Changsheng’s head, revealed a rare expression of shock amid its tranquil demeanor.

Even as merely a fragment of a soul, it could sense the profound and boundless mysteries of the Great Dao flowing through this Taoist Chart.

“Remarkable youth, truly awe-inspiring. To think you possess such a cultivation inheritance, I have overstepped my boundaries...”

The remnant soul’s face softened into a contemplative expression.

Though its own cultivation legacy was extraordinary, it recognized that someone like Lu Changsheng would disdain its teachings.

“If that is the case, then as you’ve suggested, kindly assist me in finding a successor.”

The remnant soul finally said.

Its hand lightly raised, and a pristine Jade Slip appeared out of thin air, floating before Lu Changsheng.

“This contains all of my cultivation techniques and teachings. If it interests you, you are welcome to study and cultivate them as well.”

To the remnant soul, Lu Changsheng—having cultivated the Yin Yang Creation Scripture, a top-tier cultivation technique—would not covet its legacy.

Furthermore, its teachings were intricate and abstruse, beyond the comprehension of average cultivators, so it didn’t mind if Lu Changsheng learned them.

“No need to worry, Senior,” Lu Changsheng reassured, golden light shimmering in his eyes as he cautiously accepted the Jade Slip.

He hadn’t expected the soul to hand over its inheritance so straightforwardly.

Carefully, he inspected the Jade Slip.

“Tianyuan Scripture,” “Tianyuan Sword Art,” “Nirvana Golden Body”...

The slip detailed numerous techniques, with the Tianyuan Scripture evidently being the compilation of his core teachings.

Beyond foundational practices, there were many spells, secret arts, and cultivation insights.

While the Tianyuan Sword Art shared part of its name with the Tianyuan Scripture, it was not a paired technique—clearly an independent creation of the Tianyuan True Monarch.

Before Lu Changsheng could delve deeper, the remnant soul gazed at him and resumed speaking, “Calling you here, the second reason is to make a request.”

Its typically calm voice now carried slight tremors, steeped in profound melancholy and timeworn anguish.

“A request!?”

Lu Changsheng frowned upon hearing this.

If an existence of such caliber uttered the word ‘request,’ it inevitably indicated a matter of significance.

Yet, glancing again at the woeful Chu Qingyi cradled in his arms, Lu Changsheng composed himself and seriously answered, “Please speak, Senior. If it’s within my power, I will attempt my utmost to fulfill it—but I cannot promise success.”