Capítulo 1704: Chapter 642: Old Friends Fallen Away
Wu Yuzhu’s face changed drastically, and she hurriedly spoke up to explain.
But Zhou Chun waved his hand, stopping her words, and said indifferently, “You don’t need to explain. Zhou Mou knows you certainly wouldn’t dare to disrespect Zhou Mou and the Zhou Family; the words earlier were just to let you understand Zhou Mou’s nature!”
“Since your heart is not here now, Zhou Mou and the Zhou Family can’t force you to stay here. Zhou Mou will instruct everyone soon that no one from the Zhou Family is to stop you from leaving this place!”
After saying this, he waved his hand, indicating she could withdraw.
Upon seeing this, Wu Yuzhu immediately knelt down, kowtowing several times loudly, and said, “Senior Zhou’s grace of saving my life and imparting knowledge, the junior has nothing to repay with. If the junior can fulfill my late father’s wish in the future, I will definitely return to the Zhou Family and devote my life to serve Senior Zhou, as a token of gratitude for your great kindness and virtue!”
After making such a vow, she respectfully withdrew from Zhou Chun’s cave residence.
And Zhou Chun soon forgot about this matter.
This day, Zhou Chun set off from the Green Lotus Mountain Range directly to Jiufeng Ridge in Lanzhou.
After the Zhou Family took over the Green Lotus Mountain Range, the importance of Jiufeng Ridge and Tuyun Ridge greatly diminished, leaving only some low and middle tier cultivators from the family here cultivating and looking after the family’s assets.
But several years ago, Zhou Zhengyong, feeling his lifespan was nearing its end, came alone to Jiufeng Ridge to retire.
Zhou Chun is now over four hundred and twenty years old, and Zhou Zhengyong is even a few years older.
Even calculating according to the normal lifespan limit of Purple Mansion Phase Cultivators, Zhou Zhengyong has only fifty or sixty good years left.
Not to mention, throughout his growth, he has endured various battles and suffered heavy injuries multiple times, accumulated over the years, making it difficult to live up to the normal lifespan limit.
Many cultivators are like this; injuries taken in youth, due to limited conditions or inadequate cultivation level making them hard to detect, leave behind various hidden ailments.
As cultivators approach their lifespan limit, these hidden ailments tend to flare up, preventing them from truly reaching their lifespan limit.
Zhou Zhengyong’s current situation is precisely this.
Having suffered many injuries in the past, now he simply can’t live up to the lifespan limit of four hundred and eighty years.
The remaining lifespan may be only twenty or thirty years!
In such a situation, like many elder cultivators, he only wishes to quietly wait for that day in the most familiar place in his life.
For Zhou Zhengyong, Jiufeng Ridge is undeniably the most familiar and suitable place for retirement now.
“Brother Yong, if you’re excessively bored, you can also travel around. After all, you still have decades left, more than enough to tour various countries and see the sights and people!”
On Jiufeng Ridge, after a leisurely chat with Zhou Zhengyong, Zhou Chun could not help but offer his advice to his graying-haired cousin.
Honestly, he does not very much agree with Zhou Zhengyong’s approach to quietly awaiting death.
If it were him, he’d take this opportunity to make a desperate attempt at Core Formation.
He would also, as he said, use what remains of his life to see the landscapes around the world.
Sadly, everyone has their own ambitions; not everyone is like him, filled with the desire to explore and know of unknown countries and things. Many prefer to quietly stay in their familiar circle.
Undoubtedly, Zhou Zhengyong is one of those people now.
After hearing Zhou Chun’s words, he simply smiled faintly, “Brother Eleven, I appreciate your kindness, but I have no regrets in this life and am weary of running around. Now, I just want to drink tea, stroll with birds, and play with monkeys; that would be enough!”
Zhou Chun, hearing this, was momentarily speechless.
Since Zhou Zhengyong has already come to terms with this, what more could he say?
He could only smile bitterly and said, “Brother Yong, since your mindset is so good, of course, I have nothing to worry about, but aren’t you really going to persuade Xinlan?”
At this point, Zhou Chun looked serious and earnestly at Zhou Zhengyong, saying, “With the relationship between us and the contributions you two have made to the family over the years, if you have the desire, I would definitely get you a Nascent Soul Spirit Material!”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhengyong nodded repeatedly and said, “Brother Eleven, I believe what you say, and Xinlan certainly wouldn’t doubt it either.”
Then he sighed softly, “But since even Xinlan himself lacks that ambition, as a brother, how could I persuade him?”
At this point, he couldn’t help but chuckle self-deprecatingly, “In the end, us father and son both owe our success in opening the Purple Mansion to your glory, Brother Eleven; countless geniuses have fallen at the Core Formation stage since ancient times. Our humble status, how dare we overestimate ourselves and dream of the Golden Core path!”
Regarding Core Formation, Zhou Zhengyong and his son were undoubtedly rational.
Even though the Zhou Family had Zhou Mingde and Zhou Daoyi, two cultivators who rapidly advanced their mana and successfully formed the core, inspiring other cultivators.
However, Zhou Zhengyong and his son, knowing the inner details, understood that such a feat is hard to replicate!
First, Zhou Mingde and Zhou Daoyi are undoubtedly stronger than their father and son in terms of personal talent, comprehension, and perseverance.
Meanwhile, the conditions for Zhou Mingde’s Core Formation back then were exceptionally favorable.