Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 3: Ambush on the Way, The Dangerous World Of Immortality!

Nightfall descended.

In the open wilderness, Lu Yuanding and his party stopped to set up camp.

It was worth noting that these spirit horses were vastly superior to common steeds. Despite Lu Changsheng’s lack of equestrian skills, he felt no exhaustion after a full day of travel.

“Lord Lu, how much longer until we arrive at Qingzhu Mountain?” a youth inquired.

“This spiritual steed can cover a thousand miles in a single day. At our current pace, we should reach Qingzhu Mountain in just over half a month,” Lu Yuanding replied.

A thousand miles daily? And it still takes half a month?

The group exchanged looks of shock upon hearing this. Lu Changsheng was left speechless; the distance was staggering.

Lu Yuanding ignored the grim expressions of the youths. Producing a porcelain vial, he remarked, “Half a month will fly by.”

“These are Fasting Pills. Swallowing one will stave off hunger for an entire month. Here, one for each of you.” He then began distributing the pills.

Lu Changsheng examined the brown, soybean-sized pill briefly before tossing it into his mouth. Since they were already on this journey, he had to take whatever was given, even if it were toxin. Furthermore, the Lu family had no motive to harm them.

Once the Fasting Pills were consumed and a rest period began, several youths sat cross-legged to begin their Cultivation, showing they already possessed techniques. Meanwhile, Li Feiyu went off to practice his martial arts alone.

Through earlier small talk, Lu Changsheng had learned that Li Feiyu was the young leader of the Crimson Whale Gang and a martial arts prodigy. At eighteen, he was already considered a top-tier expert in the secular martial world.

After a few hours of rest, the party resumed their trek.

And so, two grueling weeks passed.

“Liven up, Qingzhu Mountain is just ahead,” Lu Yuanding called out to the weary youths trailing behind his spiritual steed as they traveled the main road.

The half-month of monotonous travel had left everyone numb and drained, both in body and spirit. Lu Changsheng was equally lethargic. In his past life, a day in a car was uncomfortable; fifteen days on horseback was another level of misery.

Hearing that their destination was near, the group’s spirits lifted. The endless travel was finally ending. The five Lu family Cultivators also relaxed slightly. Their mission was to safely bring these immortal seedlings home.

Suddenly, the unexpected occurred.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—”

Dozens of razor-sharp, translucent ice spikes erupted from the nearby earth, hurtling toward Lu Changsheng and his companions.

“An ambush! Watch out!” Lu Yuanding’s face twisted in rage as he roared. He thrust out his hand, fingers splayed, launching a series of scorching fireballs to intercept the incoming ice.

“Shield the immortal seedlings!” the other five Lu family Cultivators commanded, deploying their own techniques. Earth walls and water screens rose to protect the youths.

Despite their efforts, three immortal seedlings were struck. The ice spikes tore through their chests, and they tumbled lifelessly from their mounts with a heavy thud.

“So this is the reality of the Cultivation world,” Lu Changsheng muttered, his face paling as he swallowed hard. Though a transmigrator, he had never witnessed such cold-blooded slaughter in either of his lives. This was his first true taste of the cruelty inherent in this world.

“Hahaha! Lu Yuanding, did you think you could bring these seedlings back without consulting my Chen family?”

Cultivators rose from the earth one after another. At their head stood a middle-aged man draped in a voluminous red robe.

“Chen Shuisheng! You dare act so boldly within the borders of our Qingzhu Mountain?” Lu Yuanding barked, recognizing his foe immediately. It was the head of the Chen family from Hongye Valley, their bitter rivals.

He hadn't expected an ambush right at his front door, but it was a calculated move. The group was exhausted and their guard was down. As he spoke, Lu Yuanding ignited a yellow talisman in his palm—a message talisman to summon reinforcements.

“Kill them quickly!” Chen Shuisheng sneered. With a wave of his hands, he unleashed a blast of frigid air that condensed into ice spikes aimed at Lu Yuanding. The ten Cultivators behind him followed suit, focusing their attacks not on the Lu guards, but on the defenseless immortal seedlings.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The skirmish intensified. The Chen family held the advantage in numbers, and because the Lu family had to focus on protection, they were quickly pushed back.

“Puff!”

A blade of green wind sliced through the Lu family’s barrier, cutting the youth standing next to Lu Changsheng clean in half. Blood sprayed across Lu Changsheng, leaving him momentarily dazed.

“Look out!”

Another wind blade bypassed the defense, heading straight for Lu Changsheng. Li Feiyu, reacting with lightning speed, lunged and shoved Lu Changsheng to the ground, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike.

“My thanks, Brother Li,” Lu Changsheng gasped, his heart pounding. Had Li Feiyu not acted, he would be dead. As a transmigrator with a system, dying like this would have been a pathetic end.

Witnessing this brutality only hardened his resolve to cultivate. In this world where the strong devour the weak, lack of power meant being an ant whose life could be snuffed out like a weed.

“No! Cultivation is too scary, I want to go home!” “Let me go, I have nothing to do with this!” “Run! We’ll die if we stay!”

Seeing the Lu family struggling, some youths broke down in tears while others tried to flee. However, the moment two youths ran outside the protective circle, they were incinerated and shredded by fire and wind. The rest froze in terror, like lambs waiting for the knife, praying the Lu family would prevail.

Moments later, the whistling sound of rushing air echoed. Figures were soaring toward them from Qingzhu Mountain.

“Withdraw!” Chen Shuisheng ordered immediately upon seeing the reinforcements. He led his men in a swift retreat.

“Father, are you hurt?”

A woman in a snow-white gown glided down from the sky, landing beside Lu Yuanding. Her voice was as clear as a mountain spring, her face etched with worry. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a graceful figure and a white dress that fluttered to reveal glimpses of her legs. To the youths who had just escaped death, she looked like a goddess descending from the heavens.

Lu Changsheng was equally mesmerized. Despite his exposure to modern beauty standards in his past life, this woman’s ethereal aura was unparalleled. She had eyes like autumn pools, a jade-like complexion, and a temperament as pure as a snow lotus. She was the definition of icy elegance.

‘If I could marry into the Lu family and have children with a woman like her, I wouldn't mind having a hundred,’ Lu Changsheng thought. But he quickly dismissed the idea. As the patriarch’s daughter, she would never be paired with a mere ‘breeding’ son-in-law. It was a pipe dream.

“Miaoge, I am fine. I have simply exhausted my Qi,” Lu Yuanding replied to his daughter.

Lu Miaoge. The name burned into the minds of every young man present, including Lu Changsheng.

As more Lu family members arrived and confirmed Lu Yuanding was safe, they showed little concern for the eight dead seedlings. While a loss, they hadn't yet invested any resources into them. Soon, the survivors were escorted safely into Qingzhu Mountain.