Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

J inzhou City.

Yichun Building.

Early the next morning, Liang Sheng was refreshed, while Zhang Rongjun rubbed his old waist with a bitter smile on his face, thinking that he was really getting old.

Liang Sheng glanced at him, and Zhang Rongjun gave him a look that men understood. Then, they both greeted each other and went their separate ways back home.

When Liang Sheng returned home, he planned to spend the whole morning waiting and observing the situation in Jinzhou City. However, not long after, someone knocked at his door.

Ma Xiaoliu rushed in and said, “Master, Grandfather has passed away. The family is asking you to go to the Ancestral Hall now.”

Hmm?

Liang Sheng was momentarily lost for words at this unexpected news. Then, a guard from the Liang Family stepped forward and explained, “There was a disturbance last night. The elder was seriously injured in battle. Despite calling for a doctor in time, he still passed away.”

Liang Sheng understood. After all, Liang Ping was at the Post-Natal “Eighth” Level realm but had previously suffered injuries. His age had caught up with him, and if an accident occurred, it would be understandable.

Liang Sheng sat silently in the horse carriage, feeling partially responsible for the accident that led to Liang Ping’s death. For a time, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

When he arrived at the Ancestral Hall, he could no longer stay low-profile, as all eyes were on him. After all, he was the only flesh and blood of Liang Ping left in this world.

At this moment, Liang Ying’s face was haggard, filled with grief over the loss of Liang Ping. He was now the only one left to carry on the Liang family’s legacy.

After inheriting the position of Patriarch and after the death of the Ancestor, Liang Ping had been his most powerful supporter. At this moment, he greeted Liang Sheng who had just entered.

“Brother Sheng is here.”

“I pay my respects to the Patriarch.”

Liang Sheng followed Liang Ying into the Ancestral Hall, and saw Liang Ping lying in his coffin, wearing his burial clothes, his face rosy, as if he were asleep.

Although Liang Ping had never treated him as a son in all these years, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but feel suffocated at this moment.

No matter what, due to being Liang Ping’s son, he had been able to live a comfortable life, even as a “martial arts waste.”

At this moment, Liang Ying patted Liang Sheng’s shoulder without saying anything. Liang Sheng could only mechanically follow all the arrangements made by the Liang family.

Guarding the spirit, giving thanks for the condolences, carrying the banner into the burial, seven days passed in the blink of an eye. By then, Liang Sheng finally understood what had happened that night and began to reflect on himself.

From now on, he must not be so reckless. He should not get involved in power struggles without overwhelming strength. No matter how carefully planned, accidents could still happen.

He became more determined than ever to break away from this situation as soon as possible; otherwise, as a small boat caught in a whirlpool, he was very likely to capsize.

As it turned out, on that night, everything was going according to Liang Sheng’s script. The Elder of the No-Life Sect was on the verge of escaping the encirclement but suddenly, someone blocked his way.

That person was none other than Abbot Xuanji of the Discipline Hall of Jinshan Temple. Xia Zhiqiu’s eyes brightened, and he couldn’t help but exclaim that he had misjudged the situation.

Abbot Xuanji of the Discipline Hall of Jinshan Temple was not a Post-Natal “Eighth” Level practitioner, but a top expert at the Nine Levels of the Postnatal Realm.

At this moment, the Elder of the No-Life Sect was filled with anger and fear. Jinshan Temple was indeed a hidden den of fierce dragons as the heritage of the Dharma Sect.

But at the same time, Xuan Ji’s heart was full of bitterness, his cultivation level, hidden for a long time, now exposed to everyone’s eyes.

He had no choice but to do this.

On the night when Xia Zhiqiu’s open conspiracy took place, they had to make sure that all members of the No-Life Sect died in Jinzhou City.

Because the events of this night could not be leaked out, Xia Zhiqiu, as ruthless as he was, had boundaries.

However, the No-Life Sect was different – if they offended them, they would have to sever all roots to avoid disaster.bender

Since the Elder of the No-Life Sect was stopped by Xuan Ji, any hope of escape had turned into a delusion, especially given that Xia Zhiqiu would not let this opportunity slip away.

In the end, the results were clear: Xia Zhiqiu and Xuan Ji joined forces and killed the Elder of the No-Life Sect, only at the cost of Xuan Ji’s slight injury.

The cause and effect of this matter were sealed at Xuan Ji’s insistence. Considering the connection between Prince Ping’an’s Mansion and Jinshan Temple, Xia Zhiqiu naturally ordered everyone present to keep it a secret.

Although the news of the destruction of the Lifeless Sect was still spreading, there was no mention of Jinshan Temple involved in the rumors.

If it wasn’t for Liang Sheng’s high cultivation level and overhearing the whispers of the Liang Family’s younger generation, he probably wouldn’t have known about such a story.

After the seven-day mourning period was over, Liang Sheng returned home, but by then, the entire mansion was already draped in white mourning cloth.

Though Liang Ping no longer had any father-and-son affection for him, it was after all a repercussion of his actions. As long as it didn’t affect his own safety in the future, he could lend a hand to the Liang Family at least once.

As for revenge? The Elder of the Lifeless Sect had already been killed, so how could one speak of revenge? It could only be blamed on Liang Ping’s eagerness to achieve merit that led to such an outcome.

As soon as he returned home, Zhang Rongjun visited him. The Liang Family was a prominent clan. Although Zhang Rongjun and Liang Sheng were best friends, he was not qualified to pay homage at the Liang Residence.

“Sheng, my brother, you must accept the change with resignation. The dead cannot be brought back to life. We who are alive must move on.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

Even though he said that, Liang Sheng’s haggard appearance still made Zhang Rongjun uneasy. “My brother, our teahouse has been renovated and is ready to open. Would you mind coming over to take a look for me?”

Seeing that Zhang Rongjun was insistent, Liang Sheng agreed, knowing letting everyone in Jinzhou City see him in such a sorry state would help lay the groundwork for his plan.

At the teahouse, Zhang Yuntai had been waiting for a long time, the place was decorated in a classic style, and Liang Sheng could not find any faults.

However, after keeping vigil for seven days, he was inevitably overwhelmed. After spending some time at the teahouse, Liang Sheng decided to leave, looking slightly better than before.

Zhang Rongjun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. But with the teahouse’s opening approaching, he was busy as well and did not accompany Liang Sheng on his way.

On his way back, Liang Sheng specially let Ma Xiaoliu take a detour to the mansion where Flower Mother, disguised as Lady Ru, used to live.

This time, he naturally couldn’t see her. The old servant of the mansion was not in a good mood, for he hadn’t received his promised wages and the Lady had left without saying anything – how could he not be angry?

“My mistress? She left a long time ago and is no longer in the mansion. I didn’t even get my wages. How would I know where she is?”

“Didn’t she leave a message for me?”

“How could a liar like her leave a message for you?” With that, the old servant slammed the door shut.

Liang Sheng looked like he’d been struck by lightning and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as gold. He then fainted on the spot.

Ma Xiaoliu was so frightened that he hastily carried Liang Sheng onto the horse carriage and rushed to the doctor.

“Anger has led to a heart attack; his mood is depressed. If it had been any other time, it wouldn’t have been a problem. But he has just experienced great grief and great joy, plus his body is already severely depleted. Even divine intervention can’t save him now. Let him go home and rest. Whether he wakes up or not depends on fate.”

Ma Xiaoliu couldn’t hide this news. Soon, Zhang Rongjun, the Liang Family, and Zheng Wanchun were informed, and they rushed over right away.

Seeing that Liang Sheng was barely breathing, they all wore worried expressions, fearing that Liang Sheng might not have much time left. They didn’t know when he would pass away or if he could wake up.

Zhang Rongjun felt particularly guilty, knowing all this. If he had known, he would not have allowed Liang Sheng to return home alone.

“Brother Sheng is, after all, a devoted lover.”

They already knew that it was because of a woman that Liang Sheng had ended up like this, so they could only sigh in response.

At this moment, Liang Ying felt even more miserable. She had just lost Liang Ping, and now it was his son’s turn. How could she face him in the afterlife?

Three days later, Liang Sheng suddenly regained consciousness, but before Ma Xiaoliu could rejoice and call for others, Liang Sheng yelled out “Lady Ru,” and then breathed his last breath!

As Liang Sheng had never married, the Liang Family arranged his funeral. However, with Zheng Wanchun involved, his funeral was still rather grand.

Seven days later, Liang Sheng was buried next to Liang Ping’s tomb, and Yichun Building was closed for the day to commemorate this devoted patron.

Prostitutes are heartless, actors are unfaithful, yet this moment was so ironic. However, no one in Jinzhou City knew that it was only achieved by Zhang Rongjtin’s generous spending.

Three days later, late at night.

At Liang Sheng’s grave, a hand suddenly reached out from the soil, and soon, Liang Sheng, dressed in burial clothes, crawled out completely from the grave.

With the unprecedented eleventh level of the Turtle Breath Technique that pushed the limits, who could have discovered his fake death?Under the moonlight, Liang Sheng had already regained his youthful appearance, his face full of smiles.

Today, he had settled all cause and effect in Jinzhou City, and from now on, he would be free of shackles and regain his freedom!