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As he walked slowly through this house of memories, waves of recollection surged over him, ceaselessly washing over his soul. The memories buried deep within this body emerged incessantly, leaving Lu Yu with a mix of complex emotions.
Gazing at the old apricot tree that was mostly withered, Lu Yu could still remember how, as a child, he would wait under the tree, holding up his clothes, while his older brother picked apricots from above.
Gently touching the trunk of the old apricot tree, Lu Yu could feel a familiar affection emanating from it, and he realized the tree had now developed a sense of spirit communication.
Lu Yu had a happy smile on his face as he looked at the apricot tree and said with a smile, "It seems your opportunity has arrived."
With a flick of his hand, he summoned a clear stream out of thin air that instantaneously watered the roots of the old apricot tree.
This was not ordinary water, but the Divine Water of Three Lights that Lu Yu had condensed with the Treasure Vase of the Great Dao over this period of time.
The Divine Water of Three Lights, which is condensed from water by absorbing the light of the sun, moon, and stars, has the effect of reviving the dead and mending white bones, and is a famous divine water in the world.
As the divine water was poured onto the roots of the apricot tree, specks of starlight appeared, and as the stars twinkled non-stop, the old apricot tree regained its vitality at a pace visible to the naked eye. In just a short while, the tree that had been nearly dead was now blooming with flowers all over, and the pink petals looked beautiful as they danced in the wind.
The young boy standing nearby was so astounded by the miraculous scene before him that his eyes were wide and his mouth agape, as he could hardly believe he was witnessing an Immortal of legends and felt an inner voice urging him to seize this rare opportunity.
However, the misunderstanding from before made it difficult for him to open his mouth, so he could only gaze at Lu Yu with eager eyes.
"Have you had your meal, little guy?" Lu Yu's gentle voice sounded like a heavenly melody to the boy, helping to soothe his tense mood.
The boy's response to Lu Yu was not with words, but with the growling of his stomach. Ashamed, the boy lowered his head feeling like he had never lost so much face in his entire life as he had today.
Lu Yu laughed heartily as the Sword of State rose into the air and soon returned to the courtyard with a wild chicken in its grip.
With the boy looking on in amazement, Lu Yu skillfully prepared the roasted chicken and handed a leg over, saying, "If you're hungry, eat. If you have nowhere to go, you can stay here for now. I'm the only one here anyway."
Eating the steaming chicken stirred up memories of his recent hardships, and the boy couldn't help but shed tears, which he hastily wiped away. He was no longer the pampered young master who was protected by others; since his parents died, he had to face all the malice of the world alone. But he could not cry or give up, for the deep grievance of his family's blood feud still weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Afterwards, the boy lived with Lu Yu. He never thought that an Immortal like this master would physically engage in repairing houses and leveling the land. If it weren't for the day when the apricot blossoms filled the trees, he would have thought the master was just an ordinary person.
Through their time together, Lu Yu also learned about the boy's background. The boy, named Liu Qingyun, was the son of the Marquis Wu'an of the Great Chen Dynasty. From a young age, Liu Qingyun was clothed in brocade and fed with jade, living a carefree life. In addition, he was exceptionally intelligent from a young age, deeply loved by his family's elders.
If things had gone smoothly, perhaps he would have inherited his father's title, married a virtuous wife, and lived out his days guarding the family business. But life is full of unpredictable storms, and Liu Qingyun's honest father, unwilling to collude with corrupt officials in the Imperial Court and take credit for deeds he did not commit, was framed for rebellion and ended in the extermination of his entire family. It was only because of the guests of his house who fought to the death to protect him that he escaped. Sadly, these loyal and brave individuals mostly perished, leaving only him to escape with his life into this abandoned village within the mountains, struggling to survive.
At night, Lu Yu stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. The early spring air was still cold, but for Lu Yu as he was now, it was of no consequence at all.
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The sky, unlit by artificial lights, shimmered with exceptional brilliance, devoid of clouds, while the Milky Way stretched across the heavens and the stars gleamed bright enough to rival the moon.
In a world inhabited by Divine Spirits, each star was presided over by a Star Lord. Among them, some stars shone even brighter than the rest.
Lu Yu, having received the full extent of Bodhi Patriarch's teachings on the common knowledge within the three realms, naturally knew this to be the so-called Heavenly Stars responding to their call.
With his Dharma Eye open, a mighty Pillar of Fate stood upright within the Capital of Great Chen, entwined by a True Dragon of Fortune, except that now the dragon's light was waning like the setting sun on West Mountain.
Around Great Chen, various other Pillars of Fate shone, some already taking shape while others were just beginning.
These were the legendary Hidden Dragons, battling and growing across the vast expanse of land, destined to eventually replace Great Chen's Fortune and Destiny, establish new dynasties, and commence new cycles of Reincarnation.
"Stars shift and constellations change, dragons rise and serpents lie in wait. The killing intent of the three powers has been released, and it is time for Great Chen to undergo a transformation of heaven and earth," Lu Yu couldn't help but sigh.
"Master, what did you say?" Liu Qingyun's voice rang out nearby.
"Nothing much, just lamenting that the ways of heaven remain constant, favoring neither the just nor the wicked. By the way, how have you felt about your practice these past few days?"
"The Cultivation Technique you taught me is really amazing, sir. I feel like my strength has grown a lot these past few days, it's just that my appetite has increased quite a bit too!" Liu Qingyun said and then sheepishly scratched his head.
"Haha, there's nothing to be embarrassed about; that's perfectly normal. After a while, once your body has grown to a certain limit, your appetite will no longer increase," Lu Yu said reassuringly.
The Cultivation Technique Liu Qingyun practiced was tailored for him by Lu Yu. Although Lu Yu was unclear about the proper way to cultivate for those like Liu Qingyun, who were aligned with the Heavenly Stars, his extraordinary insights and memories from a past life allowed him to break free from conventional methods. Combined with his profound understanding of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, gleaned from refining the Divine Water of the Three Lights, he was indeed able to deduce a Technique.
This Technique was only suitable for those like Liu Qingyun, attuned to the stars, allowing them to continuously tap into the Star Force within their bodies, strengthen their Souls through connection with the stars, and eventually, despite taking an unusual path, reach the same destination of cultivating the Five Qi within their chests, a technique that could lead one directly onto the path of becoming a Heavenly Immortal.
Lu Yu ruffled Liu Qingyun's meticulously combed hair into disarray, indulging in one of his few mischievous pleasures, then looked up again at the distant Pillar of Fate, feeling a familiar presence upon it.
Half a month later, a carriage arrived in the originally deserted village. Although decorated simply, the carriage was imposing, akin to a moving house, drawn by four pure white horses and surrounded by numerous guards emitting a threatening aura, clearly seasoned warriors, indicating the person inside was of high birth or wealth.
"Cough cough cough!" A series of urgent coughs echoed from the carriage, followed by a middle-aged man's voice.
"I have only been away from home for a long time and came back to visit my homeland out of homesickness. Is there really a need for such a grand gesture? Besides, this place is desolate and remote; why subject yourself to this hardship?" he said wearily.
"This place isn't within our sphere of influence, so it doesn't hurt to be extra cautious. Moreover, as your wife, how could I not come to pay tribute to our ancestors? And your health..." a beautiful woman gently patted the middle-aged man's back as she spoke, her voice laden with sorrow.
The middle-aged man sighed softly, took his wife's hand, and said, "How did I, Lu Zhang, deserve such a fine wife as you, managing our household affairs, producing and raising our offspring? It's just a pity that my life is short, my fortune meager, rendering me unable to stay by your side. Now that my great endeavor is incomplete, I've contracted this odd illness, leaving you with a hard life ahead."