Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Chapter 573: Chapter 449: Means

Just as Shi Hao was participating in the Iron Sword Sect’s front courtyard longevity feast, the protagonist of the feast, the Celestial Sword Elder, was hurriedly walking towards a certain place in the Iron Sword Sect’s back mountain.

"Sect Leader."

"Hmm."

"Sect Leader."

"Hmm..."

Amidst the greetings of many disciples, the Celestial Sword Elder walked through seven gates in a row, entering a courtyard with a dark face.

Chen Zhixing, who was drinking tea in the courtyard, glanced at him.

"Oh, the old man is quite nimble on his feet, huh."

Nimble on his feet?

The moment the Celestial Sword Elder entered the courtyard, he bent his knees and knelt on the ground, prostrating himself with all five parts of his body touching the earth.

"Elder, you jest. It was the Celestial Sword who was offensive before, I hope the senior can forgive me."

Offensive? Offensive what?

This fellow just appeared out of nowhere, descended from the sky, and when Celestial Sword Elder had just opened his mouth to ask ’Who is coming?’, he was seized and thrown down from the Celestial Break Mountain Range with all his meridians sealed by this person!!!

No reason given, no cause and effect.

It was as if a normal person saw a bug on the road and directly stomped on it.

The disparity was indescribably immense!

Peak? Longevity?

Falling from the Celestial Break Mountain Range, the Celestial Sword Elder thought he wouldn’t survive, but being in the Nirvana Realm, after being dashed into a pulp, he barely managed to reassemble himself.

His meridians remained sealed.

How misfortunate must he be to encounter such a quirky ’senior’ at his own eight-hundredth birthday celebration?

Having luckily survived, Celestial Sword had no intention of fleeing, nor any thought of revenge.

At his age, he had long since learned a truth, if one is not as skilled as others, one must accept the beating!

Even if he could escape, where could that group of disciples and grand-disciples of the Iron Sword Sect run?

Not to mention he was already eight hundred this year, having endured countless injuries large and small throughout his life, by the Nirvana Realm’s standard lifespan of a millennium, he figured he had about twenty years of lifespans left.

No need to run, and he couldn’t let a fleeting thought of his lead to the destruction of the Iron Sword Sect, to which he devoted almost his entire life.

The next twenty years of barely hanging on, and the eight hundred years of painstaking effort in the past....

The Celestial Sword Elder who chose to return understood clearly.

So he knelt decisively!

...

The sight of the Celestial Sword Elder kneeling caused Chen Zhixing’s eyelid to twitch instinctively.

A bit unaccustomed.

But soon this little emotional fluctuation subsided.

"Stand up and speak."

"Yes."

Watching the Celestial Sword Elder stand but still bow his head, in a slave-like submissive posture, Chen Zhixing frowned slightly, then as if seeing something amusing, he lightly smiled at the elder before him and said: "My visit this time ought to be a pie falling from the sky for you, no need to feel awkward, throwing you down the mountain was for smoother communication between us; can you understand?"

"Understand, understand, Senior, you were giving me a warning."

"Hmm, roughly." Chen Zhixing nodded, saying: "Next, I intend to borrow your Celestial Sword Sect’s manpower to develop the Withered Plain. During this period, your Celestial Sword Sect’s disciples need only follow orders. Once the work is done, this Celestial Sword Sect will still be yours... Is there a problem?"

"To receive Senior your favor is the honor of the entire Celestial Sword Sect!"

"As long as you understand." Chen Zhixing smiled: "Of course, I won’t use your Celestial Sword Sect for nothing. Developing the Withered Plain requires a lot of manpower, and given your Celestial Sword Sect’s current scale, it’s not enough. Hmm, just merge all the sects behind those who came to celebrate your birthday today. If they have objections, they can come to me."

"This...." The Celestial Sword Elder appeared in a daze.

"Also, judging by your injuries, you won’t last many days; here, this fruit is an advance portion of your reward."

As he spoke, Chen Zhixing reached out into the air before him and grabbed, pulling out a yellow-red peach which he tossed to the Celestial Sword Elder.

"This... is this... a Pan Peach?" Holding the peach, the Celestial Sword Elder’s hands trembled.

"More or less, it’s not the mother plant from Celestial Saint Palace, but a new fruit from a cloned variety, should extend your life by about fifty years."

Chen Zhixing answered lazily.

Pan Peaches, seen as extremely scarce divine items in the outside world, but to the noble families of the Southern Domain, these small Pan Peaches produced from grafting are sent by the Celestial Saint Palace every year, regarded merely as relatively effective Spirit Fruits, given that Flying Immortal Peak hosts densely packed peach orchards.

Of course, the ’Peach of Longevity’ from the Celestial Saint Palace mother plant claimed to ’extend life by a thousand years’ is another matter!

Though its efficacy isn’t as magical as touted outside, regardless of any severe injuries one had before, eating a single Pan Peach can replenish one’s Primordial Energy, allowing one to live to their lifespan limit!

Meanwhile, it also has benefits like invigorating blood circulation, cleansing meridians, extending life, beautifying, and enhancing mana.

As for the so-called life extension of a millennium....

It’s just a legend.

But the life-extending effect is indeed real, only applicable to ordinary people; a single large Pan Peach can let a non-cultivator live up to three hundred years.

Nonetheless, such Pan Peaches are already the best Spiritual Roots throughout the East Profound Continent, and their fruit is naturally extremely precious, even for the Southern Domain’s noble families, who receive just one every ten years.

Even Chen Zhixing hadn’t tasted such a thing.

However, he had eaten a lot of small Pan Peaches, having once essentially treated them as common fruit to munch on.

Yet even such a fruit, in resource-poor Gan State, was an exceptionally precious Spiritual Object!