Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

Chapter 32: Old Friends Reunite

Translator: 549690339

Considering how one should die might be a fools’ idea to others, but for Liang Sheng, it was indeed a real problem.

After all, his lifespan was extremely long, and even an Innate Grandmaster of Martial Arts merely had 150 years. His lifespan, on the other hand, was many times that.

In the past eight years, although Liang Sheng had not made any breakthroughs in his realm, his Health Cultivation Method had finally broken through to the twelfth layer.

Name: Liang Sheng

Age: 55

Talent: Innocent Foolishness (Top grade)

Techniques: Golden Dragon Technique (Eighth Layer), Ten Methods of Health Cultivation (Twelfth Layer), Unmoving Ming King Seal (Third Layer)

Realm: Martial Artist Postnatal Eighth Layer (33%)

Each breakthrough in the Health Cultivation Method granted him an additional sixty years to his lifespan, adding up to a total of 600 years. So by now, his lifespan had already exceeded that of a king in a thousand years.

If he remained careful and prudent, he could live up to 1,400 years, and genuinely be considered an antique.

However, at his “advanced age” of fifty-five, it was time for him to think about his own future. He couldn’t wait longer than seventy years at the latest.

After all, even his Second Uncle Liang Qiang only lived until sixty-seven. He was indulgent in wine and lust, and if he lived too long, there might be some trouble.

So it was better for him to die earlier. In this way, nobody would care about him anymore. Whether his feigned death would be discovered by others was not even a concern for him.

Among the Health Cultivation Methods he practiced, one was called the Turtle Breath Technique, which was best at controlling breath and internal energy in order to prolong life.

With his current unprecedented twelfth layer of the Turtle Breath Technique, feigning death and stopping his breath and internal energy for a few days was easier than ever.

So he was just troubled by when he should choose to die, and there were no other difficulties. And according to his estimation, if there were no accidents, he would need more than ten years to make a breakthrough to the Postnatal Nine-Realm.

Anyway, even if he could make a breakthrough to the Postnatal Nine-Realm, by then he would have exceeded the age at which he had estimated he should fake his death. This was why he hesitated about when to die.

Liang Sheng was quietly calculating in his heart, while the horse carriage he was riding gradually entered the Liang Family Main Mansion area. From time to time, some of the Liang Family’s younger generation saw his carriage and actively gave way to let him pass first.

Ma Xiaoliu had long been used to this situation. If his father, Ma San, were still alive, he would probably be shocked by it.

After all, when had their young master ever held such a position in the Liang Family?

Times had changed, the Liang Family was no longer the tycoon of Jinzhou as it once was. Liang Sheng had a relationship with Zheng Wanchun, so even if the Liang Family’s younger generation didn’t respect him, they didn’t dare to say a word at this time.

After returning home, Liang Sheng drank a bowl of porridge with some pickles and stopped eating. He went back to his room, as the older one gets, the worse their appetite becomes.

Then, as usual, he began practicing the Zhou Tian cultivation technique. He didn’t know when the Unmoving Ming King Seal Technique would break through to the fourth layer.

If that happened, the time it would take for him to break through to the Postnatal Nine-Realm would be greatly reduced. However, he didn’t think too much about it and let nature take its course, gradually entering deep meditation during his cultivation.

There was nothing to say about the following night.

Early the next day, Liang Sheng set out for the Shengde Building. As an “elder,” he required less sleep, unlike young people who never seemed to get enough.

However, just as he stepped into the Shengde Building, a surprised voice suddenly rang out from behind him, “Brother Sheng!”

Upon hearing this, Liang Sheng was slightly startled. He turned around and looked outside the tavern, only to see a young man supporting an old man with white hair and beard, looking at him with surprise in their eyes.

Just by giving it a little thought, Liang Sheng matched the other party with someone from his memory, and a flash of surprise passed through his eyes. “Brother Rong! When did you return to Jinzhou?”

It turned out that the person who arrived was none other than Zhang Rongjun, who had left home to take over the family business many years ago. Unexpectedly, after so many years, they could still meet again.

At this moment, Zhang Rongjun pushed away the young man who was helping him, quickened his pace, and walked to Liang Sheng with excitement.

“Sheng, it’s been a long time. You look even older than me. You were no match for me when we were young,” he said.

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and quickly turned to the young man next to him and said, “You little brat, hurry up and pay your respects to your Uncle Liang!”

Then, he introduced the young man to Liang Sheng, “This is my useless son, Yuntai. From now on, I will retire in Jinzhou City, and the family business will be handed over to him.”

Zhang Yuntai solemnly saluted Liang Sheng at this moment, his bow almost reaching 90 degrees. Liang Sheng took a look and couldn’t help but joke, “Brother Rong, your son is much more handsome than you.”

“Of course, how could my seed be bad?”

At this point, the two men had calmed down a bit. Liang Sheng took Zhang Rongjun and his son to sit down in a private room, as there were not many people he could talk to like this after so many years.

Zhang Yuntai carefully accompanied them on the side, feeling very unfamiliar with everything after returning to Jinzhou City with his father.

After all, Zhang Rongjun had been traveling for business outside for many years, getting married and having children all in other places, and never had the time to come back.

Now that Zhang Rongjun had returned to his hometown, Zhang Yuntai was able to visit the Zhang Family’s ancestral home for the first time, but it was still somewhat dilapidated despite having servants to take care of it.

This situation made Zhang Rongjun somewhat sentimental, but today he was full of excitement, which was also the first time Zhang Yuntai had seen his father so emotional.

At this moment, Zhang Rongjun seemed to return to his youth, and even began to talk about their past embarrassing moments, such as when he was in Yichun Building, got drunk, and fell into the pool, looking utterly awkward.

Liang Sheng and Zhang Rongjun became more and more excited as they talked, and then burst into laughter. When the laughter stopped, Zhang Rongjun looked at the aged Liang Sheng and couldn’t help feeling a bit sentimental.

“Sheng, how did you become so old-looking? Weren’t you always practicing the Lifespan Cultivation Technique?”

Liang Sheng didn’t care, “Stay calm. We’re all old now. My old servant Ma San has been dead for six years. We need to be content with what we have.”

Life and death is a topic no one can avoid. Zhang Rongjun nodded, “That’s true; life is short. Why did 1 struggle so hard initially?

Sheng, I don’t plan to leave this time, and I don’t want Yun Tai to travel for business anymore. It’s too bitter and rootless. What’s the use of earning so much money? It’s better to be contented and happy, so this time 1 plan to take over a teahouse, and Yun Tai can make a living from it in the future.”

Upon hearing this, Liang Sheng agreed, “That’s a good thing. After all, you can now live a stable life in Jinzhou City and won’t starve to death.”

“Of course not, after all, this is your nephew. I just need you to take care of this young man more in the future.”

With that, Zhang Rongjun kicked Zhang Yuntai, who quickly followed suit without any hesitation, kowtowing to Liang Sheng once more.

At first, Liang Sheng was surprised, but then pretended not to care and didn’t avoid it, “Get up, my nephew. Your father and I are old friends, so it’s no wonder he’s been so cooperative today.

When your teahouse opens, I will bring all the regular customers from the tavern to support your business, and you will establish yourself in Jinzhou City.”

“Aren’t you going to toast to thank your Uncle Liang?”

Although Liang Sheng was considered a waste in the Liang Family, he was still a member of the family. Zhang Rongjun only wanted to peacefully run his business, and with Liang Sheng’s help, there would be a lot less trouble.

Liang Sheng naturally understood Zhang Rongjun’s intentions but didn’t care. This was human nature, and all he had to do was help.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and Zhang

Rongjun’s servant rushed in, “Boss, there’s trouble at the teahouse.”

“What?”

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