Longevity Reward Redemption: The Immortal Clan Starts with Farmers

153: A heart that faces death with unwavering resolve, a heart that would rather break than bend!”Senior, please take me to accept the Tyrant Body Legacy!”

Chen Chuanwu’s gaze was firm as he cupped his hands and bowed to Shi Wuxiu. Shi Wuxiu turned his head and looked at Chen Changsheng.

”Forget it. Since this child has the ambition and dares to shoulder the Karma, I won’t stop him. Senior Shi, please take him!”

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Chen Changsheng sighed deeply. Since Chuanwu had made his decision, even though Chen Changsheng was his parent, he could not control the direction of his life.

”Haha, kid, come in with me!”

Shi Wuxiu laughed and led Chen Changsheng and Chuanwu into the limestone cave. Chen Changsheng had been there once before, so he summoned a ball of fire to dispel the darkness.

Soon, the group arrived beneath the skylight. The Archaic Tyrant Body Cultivation Method was still carved on the cave walls, and below the stone wall, a stone altar had been built, upon which sat the golden bottle containing the Tyrant Blood.

”Chen Chuanwu, since you are receiving the Legacy of my Shi Clan’s ancestor, go and kowtow three times to perform the formal apprenticeship ceremony!”

Shi Wuxiu approached the altar, bowed first, and then spoke to Chen Chuanwu with a solemn expression.

”Yes, Senior Shi!”

Chen Chuanwu nodded, walked to the base of the altar, respectfully kowtowed three times, and performed the apprenticeship ceremony.

”Kid, I’ll ask you one last time: do you truly dare to fuse with the Tyrant Blood? You must know that if the Fusion fails, you will certainly die!”

Shi Wuxiu’s expression was extremely solemn. Since it was a matter of life and death, he didn’t dare be careless. Chen Chuanwu looked at the golden bottle; there was no fear in his eyes, only a burning heat.

That golden bottle was his only chance to shed his mortal coil and be reborn; even if it meant death, he wouldn’t let it go!

”Senior Shi, in my heart’s pursuit of the Dao, I would have no regrets even if I died nine times over!”

Chen Chuanwu turned to look at Shi Wuxiu, his eyes filled with surging ambition. His words were like clanging iron nails, so forceful they could be driven into stone.

”Good. Kid, do not resist!!”

Shi Wuxiu gave Chen Chuanwu a deep look, then went to the altar to retrieve the golden bottle and pulled out a long, thin knife from behind his back.

”I’m going to stab you in the heart and deliver the Tyrant Blood into it. If you can withstand the pressure of the Tyrant Blood and refine it, you will succeed. At that time, you will be reborn, and all your injuries will heal themselves!”

”If you fail to refine the Tyrant Blood, you will die of a ruptured heart!”

Shi Wuxiu spoke in a cold tone. Chen Changsheng frowned deeply; he hadn’t expected the Tyrant Blood Legacy to be so brutal and leave so little room for error—it was truly survival through death.

He wanted to persuade Chen Chuanwu, but he didn’t expect Chuanwu to speak up first.

”Father, in order to seek the Dao, I can only fail to repay your kindness in raising me!”

”If I succeed, I will naturally protect the Family for a hundred years. If I fail, then this is my fate. I am ashamed that I cannot fulfill my filial duties to you, and I hope you will look after my wife in the future!”

Chen Chuanwu looked at Chen Changsheng with eyes full of determination, then knelt and kowtowed loudly before turning resolutely to face Shi Wuxiu.

”Senior Shi, this Junior is ready. Please begin!”

Chen Chuanwu took off his shirt, revealing a solid chest, his tiger-like eyes filled with resolve.

”Good lad, bear with it; my knife is very fast!”

Shi Wuxiu lightly punched Chuanwu’s shoulder, then moved as fast as lightning, thrusting the dagger—which was as thin as a cicada’s wing—straight into Chen Chuanwu’s heart!

Because Shi Wuxiu’s knife was so thin and his strike so swift, not a single drop of blood flowed from Chen Chuanwu’s chest!

”Refine it with all your might! Kid, whether you live or die depends on you now!”

Shi Wuxiu said solemnly, then took out the small golden bottle and poured out that single drop of golden blood, which flowed through the wound and into Chen Chuanwu’s heart!

Pain!!!

The intense pain was like fire. Chen Chuanwu felt as if his heart were being struck by ten thousand heavy hammers and roasted by countless flames.