Time flies, and when Lin Jiang turned sixty, he finally reached the fifth level of Qi training.

One day, Lin Jiang received a message from the mountain gate at Lingtao Villa that the eldest brother Lin Shan was about to die. Lin Jiang hurriedly flew to the mountain gate of the Lin family.

Many members of the Lin family had gathered in front of Lin Shan's house, and Lin Shan's children were gathered in the yard. Lin Jiang suddenly thought of Lin Baohua from Lingtao Villa and considered whether to bring him here.

But in the end, Lin Jiang gave up. Lin Shan hadn't seen Lin Baohua for decades. Perhaps in Lin Shan's heart, this child had long been gone.

"The head of the family is here,"

someone shouted, and Lin Jiang looked up and saw Lin Batian walking quickly.

Lin Batian came to Lin Shan in the crowd. At this time, Lin Shan, who was already ninety-one years old, was too old to get out of bed. Most of his hair had fallen out, and he had almost no teeth.

"Dad, Shan'er can't accompany you anymore."

Lin Shan burst into tears when he saw Lin Batian. He was so old that he didn't want to see anyone, but Lin Batian was still in his prime.

"What else do you want to say? Go ahead, Dad is listening."

Lin Batian put one hand on Lin Shan's shoulder and injected pure spiritual power into his body. Lin Shan suddenly became energetic and his sallow face had a blush.

Lin Batian was also very distressed at this time. Lin Shan was his first child. He still remembered the excitement when he saw Lin Shan was born. Half of his love for his children was on Lin Shan. Later, when he had more children, he no longer had that kind of excitement.

"Dad, Shan'er is leaving and will not see the Lin family anymore."

"You will see it. I will bury you at the highest point of the mountain gate. You will see the Lin family in the future. The Lin family will become stronger and stronger and become the strongest family in Yunzhou."

"I believe in Dad, I believe it."

"I will do it,"

said Lin Batian. He was in a complicated mood and didn't know what to say for a while. He couldn't say a word now. He could only let Lin Shan's children come in.

Lin Shan's wife passed away a few years ago, and his children are old, all in their fifties or sixties, and some are even grandfathers.

Lin Batian continued to output spiritual power, so that Lin Shan had time to tell his children about his afterlife. Then his brothers and sisters came to chop him.

"Old three, old ten, eighteen, I really envy you."

Lin Shan looked at his three younger brothers and sisters. The second generation of the Lin family now has four foundation-building period. The second brother Lin He has been in Anhua City and can't get away. Now only the third, the tenth and the eighteenth are around.

They are all in the foundation-building period. Even if they are already in their seventies or eighties, they still maintain their youth and look like they are only in their twenties or thirties. Their young skin makes Lin Shan extremely envious.

"Birth, aging, illness and death are common to people. If you don't achieve immortality, you will never be free,"

Lin Die said silently, and Lin Batian nodded aside. People who cultivate immortality always put immortality first. Family, sect, territory, resources, all of these are for the service of immortality.

"Big brother..."

Lin Ying choked up a little, not knowing what to say. The age gap between her and Lin Shan was too big, a full 34 years, but Lin Shan was very qualified as a big brother, and he took good care of his younger brothers and sisters.

Lin Jiang stood aside and said nothing. He was now filled with infinite sighs. The system showed that his remaining life span was already more than 13,000 years, and it was increasing at a rate of more than 300 per year. For him, life span was the cheapest thing, because it was too much to use up.

But for others, life span was an extremely precious thing. They worked hard to practice, kill people and seize treasures, all for the sake of living longer.

An hour later, Lin Shan's heartbeat stopped forever. The crying in Lin Shan's house was deafening, and Lin Jiang quietly left Lin Shan's house.

Lin Shan's funeral was held on a grand scale for the first time in history. Lin Batian personally guided this matter and made it public. People who were on good terms with the Lin family sent people to express their condolences.

On the day of the funeral, Lin Batian took off his gorgeous clothes and put on sackcloth, saying that he would mourn for Lin Shan for three years. Not only the Lin family members were puzzled, but other people also didn't understand.

Lin Batian explained that this was the custom in his hometown. When the parents were alive and the eldest son died, the parents had to mourn for the eldest son for three years. In the next three years, Lin Batian and his wife would wear sackcloth for three years to express their mourning for Lin Shan.

"Dad's love for my eldest brother is really enviable."

The other second generations of the Lin family couldn't help but envy him. Lin Batian's love for Lin Shan was not concealed at all, and the younger the child, the less attention he paid to him. He should be numb.

"Where is Dad's hometown?"

Lin Jiang asked, and the others shook their heads. They had never heard Lin Batian talk about his origins. They only knew that he was not from Yunzhou. Back then, Lin Batian brought several confidants such as Wu Guanshi to settle here and multiply.

"It seems that Dad is also a man with a story."

Lin Jiang sighed, shook his head, and stopped asking. Everyone has their own story. If Lin Batian doesn't want to tell it, they don't want to ask more.

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After Lin Shan died, Zhuang Rong suddenly and strongly requested to return to the Lin family's mountain gate to live. She gave the reason that Lingtao Mountain Villa was too quiet and she was too lonely. She had several sisters in the mountain gate. They were all old and wanted to stay with their sisters.

Lin Jiang fulfilled her wish, and Lin Jiang also moved back, living in the same courtyard with Zhuang Rong. Zhuang Rong used to have many servants, but now they are basically dismissed, leaving only an old servant who has been with her for decades. Lin Jiang can live in the servant's room.

Lin Batian has 15 wives and concubines, the youngest of whom is 40 years old. He has not taken concubines for many years, and he probably doesn't have the mind to do so.

Lin Batian's wife Zheng is already over 100 years old, but she is in the foundation-building stage and can live for decades. Now she looks only 30 or 40 years old.

Zhuang Rong is the fourth child, but she is about the same age as the second and third children, that is, about 80 years old. They have all become old women. The competition for favor in the harem has long ceased to exist. When they were young, they fought to the death, but now they are closer than sisters.

Lin Jiang entrusted Lingtao Villa to Lin Baohua and his son. He returned to the mountain gate to take care of Zhuang Rong in her old age. Now he also raised the other concubines together. After all, if you raise one, you can raise a group.

The life of the elderly is very lonely. They don't need to take care of their children, they don't need to rush around for life, and they have even given up cultivation.

In order to help them pass the time, Lin Jiang brought out cards and mahjong, taught them to play 80 points, Landlord, and mahjong, and also found some storytellers from the Linjia Market to tell them stories.

Lin Jiang was even more dedicated to food. Within a thousand miles, if there was anything special, Lin Jiang would ask someone to bring it back, and even learn it himself, and then cook it for Zhuang Rong and the others. Lin

Jiang also restored the delicacies of another time and space as much as possible, and as long as he could find the ingredients, he would cook it for them.

This attitude made Lin Batian's other wives and concubines extremely envious, and they quickly resolved their previous grievances and came together to take care of the elderly. Even Lin Batian's wife was like this. She was over a hundred years old, but her cultivation had always stopped at the initial stage of foundation building. She had given up cultivation. Now, apart from taking care of the women of the Lin family, there was nothing else to do, so she often came over to chat with the sisters, play cards, and so on.

Lin Jiang's behavior has also been praised by others. The second generation of the Lin family have come to express their gratitude to Lin Jiang. For example, the fifth brother Lin Hai and the seventh brother Lin Feng wanted to come together to take care of him, but Lin Jiang decisively refused.

What a joke, those are concubines. She served them wholeheartedly in the previous generation. You guys are just peers. You are nothing. Do you still want him to take care of you in your old age?

Lin Batian was more direct. He specially approved Lin Jiang to give him 100 spirit stones every month to reimburse all the expenses of Lin Jiang for the concubines. If it is not enough, he can go to the account office to ask for it. Lin Jiang can keep the rest for himself.

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Time is ruthless. In the fifth year after Lin Jiang returned to the mountain gate, he sent off the second concubine

in the seventh year, sent off the fifth concubine and the third concubine

in the tenth year, and the seventh concubine and the sixth concubine also left.

In the twelfth year, the 92-year-old Zhuang Rong also ushered in the last time of her life. Lin Jiang called Lin Ying who was in retreat.

"Mom, Dad is here."

Lin Batian also received the news. Over the years, his wives and concubines have passed away one after another, and his mood is very complicated. These women all had a good past with him and had given birth to children for him.

"I don't want to see him."

Zhuang Rong shook her head. In the last few years of her life, Zhuang Rong didn't want to see Lin Batian every time, and even hated him a little.

Zhuang Rong said that Lin Batian had harmed her. She wasted her best youth in Lin Batian's harem, wasting her youth in vain.

"Jiang'er, if your mother doesn't want to see me, just accompany her for the last time."

Lin Batian stopped outside the door and whispered to Lin Jiang. He couldn't even get angry, and even felt that he really owed these women.

"Mom, Dad won't come in."

"Okay, here are Mom's property. Mom has three shops, a villa, and a lot of floating wealth. The shops and villa will be left to Lin Ying in the future, and the floating wealth will be left to you, Jiang'er. Jiang'er doesn't have much time left, so you must treat yourself well in the future and don't let yourself suffer, understand?"

"Mom, I don't want it, I just want you to be alive."

Lin Ying hugged Zhuang Rong and cried. She didn't want any property, she just wanted Mom.

"I know, Mom, the shops and villa belong to my sister. I don't have any offspring, so I won't fight with her if I don't have any."

Lin Jiang nodded. He didn't care about fixed assets at all. After Zhuang Rong left, he didn't have much time left in the Lin family and would leave soon.

"Good child, Mom didn't love you in vain. These decades are Mom's happiest days."

Zhuang Rong nodded with relief. The other sisters also left their property when they left. Several younger generations had some unpleasantness, which made her very sad. Fortunately, her own children would not be like this.

In these years, Zhuang Rong has been living at home for the elderly, without any worries, and with the company of her sisters, it is indeed her happiest days.

Zhuang Rong talked a lot, and half an hour later, she stopped breathing.

"I don't have a mother anymore,"

Lin Ying screamed miserably, and Lin Jiang silently shed a line of tears. He also had no mother anymore.