Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2485 - 913:

This benefit came from Luo Chen's occasional gifts of diluted Jade Emperor Clear Pupil Liquid to him.

Through his gaze, the boy's youthful father approached amid the sunset's warm hues, bearing a medicine basket reminiscent of a tireless farmer wrapping up a long day's labor.

A flicker of delight crossed his features, yet he pressed his lips together, letting the grin vanish as he launched into a sequence of boxing forms by himself.

The motions flowed with power and precise rhythm.

Luo Chen hurried over, having lingered before just to watch the Nirvana Sacred Fire's feeding ritual.

Spotting his son's efforts upon arrival, a furrow creased his brow.

"Did you teach him?"

He glanced toward Luo Lingxi, yet aimed the query at Black King.

His voice stayed even, laced with a subtle undercurrent of disapproval.

Black King shrank back slightly, "I taught him."

Luo Lingxi halted his actions and anxiously clarified: "Black King noticed my exhaustion from all the mountain climbing, so he showed me this basic Climbing and Crossing Technique; it's nothing like a deep cultivation method."

Luo Chen gave a faint smile; this hardly qualified as a mere Climbing and Crossing Technique.

It captured the core of the Body Technique he had honed during the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering in the Eight Hundred Li Penghu, stripped of any Qi Power demands.

Should Luo Lingxi build up immense power and deploy this technique, the resulting force would prove staggeringly immense.

Luo Chen eyed Black King and murmured, "You were thoughtful."

Whether he commended Black King's clever adjustments or the choice to impart the technique to Luo Lingxi remained ambiguous.

These remarks left Black King quite on edge.

But Luo Chen had already stepped into the cave mansion with the medicine basket, tossing back only, "Come back early for dinner."

Once he departed, the dragon and the youth both exhaled in relief.

Luo Lingxi chuckled, "Big Black, I told you, father wouldn’t scold you."

Black King let out a resigned sigh, "You don’t understand; your father holds back a lot inside and rarely voices it. I could face punishment later on. You better not beg me to teach you stuff anymore."

Luo Lingxi's lashes quivered, and a shadow of sorrow dimmed his bright eyes.

His father truly was the type to bottle up his feelings without expression.

As the heavy mood hung in the air, Black King descended the slope, while the youth pressed on with the prior boxing routine.

This was far more than a simple Climbing and Crossing Technique, after all.

Every strike and step burst with vigor; even with just a mortal's build, the boy kicked up clouds of dust and pebbles, drawing eyes from afar.

Finishing the full boxing set, a shout rang out, urging him to dash toward the cave mansion.

"It’s meal time."

Luo Chen stated plainly while settling into a seat.

The table held a basic fare of everyday wild greens from the Blessed Land, simply stir-fried; the grains in their bowls were nothing fancier than millet.

The flavor leaned toward the plain side.

Such simplicity couldn't be helped.

Luo Lingxi remained merely a mortal, unfit for overindulging in rich nourishments, and limited in his intake of Fasting Elixir, prompting Luo Chen to prepare meals for him now and then.

For Luo Chen, whipping up food posed no burden.

Having lived two lifetimes, much of it in solitude, preparing meals had become routine for him.

Only amid those three centuries of cultivation had he let the skill slip.

Father and son shared their evening meal in silence within the illuminated cave mansion.

A bite of vegetables here, a scoop of rice there.

With a single dish to share, their utensils frequently clashed.

After downing three full bowls of rice, the youth placed his bamboo chopsticks aside.

"Father, I’m full."

Luo Chen gave a nod, "If you’re full, go wash up and sleep, don’t stay up too late reading those travel notes I wrote."

The youth bobbed his head in compliance but paused at the threshold, adding: "Father doesn’t need to cook for me every day; this delays your cultivation. I can cook for myself, and Black King will also come with me to find ingredients."

Luo Chen froze mid-reach for some greens and fixed his gaze on Luo Lingxi.

The youth nibbled his lower lip, pressing on, "I’m already sixteen; I’ve grown up!"

In the ensuing quiet, Luo Chen simply nodded.

"Then you cook for yourself. When I have time, I’ll personally cook."

A weight lifted from Luo Lingxi as he headed to his quarters.

With his departure, Luo Chen appeared somewhat lost in thought.

Sixteen years old, eh?

The former plump little child had transformed into a young man.

Save for being a touch shorter, he was robust and thriving in every way.

This marked nearly six years at the Dark Abyss Sect, with a full year devoted to the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land.

Before, the swift flight of time had escaped his notice.

A prolonged seclusion or a major realm advancement could devour years or even decades.

Yet observing a child mature gradually right before his eyes rendered the flow of days achingly vivid.

"Maybe as Lingxi said, it truly can’t be delayed any longer."

Luo Chen cleared the dishes and utensils before retreating to his chamber.

Rather than diving into cultivation, he set about handling the newly gathered batch of Hong Ling Grass, essential for the upcoming pill forging session.

It was only as first light neared that he settled into meditation for Qi Refinement.

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Out in the wilderness, the youth dashed with the speed of a prowling tiger or leopard.

Spotting a massive tree, he charged forward unabated, then zeroed in on his mark, executing a swift hawk-like plunge into the ravine.

Moments later, he climbed out clutching a rabbit.

"Big Black, see? I told you I could catch it myself without your suppressing aura to intimidate the animals!"

Black King lumbered out gradually.

The live rabbit caught sight of him and promptly blacked out.