Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 472 Success! Breakthrough to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

The wheel is gray and white, intertwined and flowing, with the edges showing vitality like spring buds sprouting, and also deathly stillness like autumn leaves falling.

The roulette wheel turned slowly and silently, yet it exuded a profound and mysterious Taoist charm.

This is the cycle of birth and death.

Although it is only in its initial stage of formation and its power has not yet reached its peak, the concept of life and death cycle contained within it has already caused the surrounding plants and trees to tremble slightly.

Chen Fan stared at the roulette wheel in his palm, his heart calm and undisturbed.

Six hundred days of contemplation, from observing the cycle of life and death, to constructing the framework of supernatural powers, to solidifying them into Dharma, and finally achieving complete mastery. This process was as natural as water flowing into a channel, without the slightest effort.

"The Wheel of Life and Death..." Chen Fan murmured these three words.

The roulette wheel spun slowly in his palm, with life and death cycling endlessly.

With another thought, the roulette wheel quietly dissipated, turning into wisps of grayish-white energy that returned to his body.

At that very moment, his nascent soul suddenly trembled.

The gray-white nascent soul, which had been sitting cross-legged in the dantian, suddenly shone brightly. The light was no longer a simple black and white distinction, but a chaotic gray that blended and flowed, containing the changes of yin and yang, and subtly conforming to the principle of the cycle of heaven and earth.

The nascent soul's size increased slightly at a visible rate, its features became clearer, and a profound and mysterious Daoist aura appeared between its brows.

His aura rose steadily.

The bottlenecks in Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, and the early Nascent Soul stage quietly loosened at this moment. The spiritual energy within his body surged like a river, circulating wildly in his meridians, condensing a portion with each cycle.

His sea of ​​consciousness expanded accordingly, and the intensity of his divine sense surged, raising the range and precision of his perception to a new level.

Mid-stage Nascent Soul!

It happened naturally, without any hindrance.

Chen Fan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. After leaving his body, the breath turned into a wisp of grayish-white gas, which swirled in the air several times before slowly dissipating.

He opened his eyes, his gaze shifting with a gray light that was more profound and encompassing than ever before.

"After six hundred days of comprehension, I not only created the Cycle of Life and Death, but also broke through my realm," Chen Fan muttered to himself calmly.

He stood up and stretched his limbs. Six hundred days in the world within the bowl corresponded to exactly two years in the outside world. During those two years, he was completely immersed in contemplating the meaning of life and death, hardly ever stopping.

Now that his supernatural powers have been achieved and his realm has been broken through, it's time for him to rest for a while.

Chen Fan stepped out of his meditation spot under the dragon whisker fruit tree and returned to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Eunuch Wei was squatting by the vegetable patch weeding, Shi San was harvesting the new crop of spirit rice in the spirit field not far away, Xiao Die was reading a book under the eaves, and Hei Huang and Xiao Hua were playing somewhere.

Hearing footsteps, Eunuch Wei looked up and saw Chen Fan. His eyes lit up immediately: "Eunuch Chen, you've finally stopped! What have you been busy with for the past two years? You've been sitting there all day without moving. I didn't dare to go up and ask, for fear of disturbing your meditation."

Chen Fan walked to the stone table, sat down, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"To comprehend the meaning of life and death," he replied simply.

Eunuch Wei scratched his head: "The meaning of life and death? I don't understand. All I know is that living is living, and dying is dying. Why all the complicatedities?"

Chen Fan didn't explain further, but simply asked, "How have things been these past two years?"

"It's doing great!" Eunuch Wei perked up, pointing towards the spirit field. "The crops have yielded bumper harvests several times! Spirit rice, radishes, sweet potatoes—one crop after another grows, and the granary is overflowing again!"

Chen Fan looked in the direction that Eunuch Wei pointed.

In the spirit field, golden spirit rice ears drooped heavily, filled with spiritual energy. In the vegetable patch beside it, radishes revealed half of their plump white bodies, and sweet potato vines grew lush and green.

Shi San, Wu Yuezi, Ling Huanzi, Lao Huang and others were wielding sickles to harvest spirit rice, their movements steady and solid, while Xiao Die, Qing Xiazi, Qing Yunzi, Tian Yu Daoren, Qing Fengzi, Qing Yizi, and the ten miscellaneous disciples of Qing Yunzi were responsible for bagging it!

With everyone having clearly defined roles, they cooperated very well!

Chen Fan looked at it for a moment and nodded: "A good harvest."

"More than good!" Eunuch Wei laughed. "The quality of this spirit rice is even better than before, with purer spiritual energy. The radishes and sweet potatoes are the same; one bite fills your mouth with spiritual energy. Even Black Emperor's fur has become noticeably shinier after eating them!"

With a smile on his face, Chen Fan got up and walked towards the granary.

Pushing open the warehouse door, it was crammed full. Bags of spirit rice were neatly stacked, each one bulging and exuding a rich aroma of rice and spiritual energy. On the shelves beside it, radishes, sweet potatoes, and various spiritual vegetables were arranged in categories, each one plump and juicy.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and understood the situation.

The harvest of the past two years is enough to sell for a large sum of top-grade spirit stones.

"Let's go to Baicaotang," Chen Fan said, and began packing the grain into storage bags.

Eunuch Wei hurriedly helped, bagging the grain while muttering, "It's time to sell them; the granary won't be able to hold them all if they keep piling up like this. By the way, any news about the Nourishing Wood you asked Baicaotang to find last time?"

"I don't know," Chen Fan shook his head. "You'll find out when you get there."

The two worked quickly and efficiently, emptying most of the granary in less than half an hour, leaving only enough for everyone in the courtyard to eat.

Chen Fan tied a dozen bulging storage bags around his waist, nodded to Eunuch Wei, and vanished into the bowl world in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in the familiar room of the Imperial Stables.

Pushing open the door, the afternoon sun streamed in, somewhat dazzling.

Xiao Dengzi was feeding the horses in the yard when he heard the noise and turned around. Seeing Chen Fan, his face immediately lit up with surprise and joy: "Godfather! You've come out of seclusion?"

"Hmm," Chen Fan responded, his eyes narrowed. "We're going out for a bit."

"Yes!" Little Stool quickly put down the hay. "Does Godfather need a cart? We'll go get it ready..."

"No need." Chen Fan waved his hand and stepped out of the Imperial Stables.

Chang'an Avenue remains bustling.

The streets were bustling with carriages and horses, and pedestrians thronged the area. Shop flags fluttered on both sides, and vendors' calls filled the air.

Chen Fan concealed his aura and walked down the street like an ordinary old man, his gray eunuch robes inconspicuous in the crowd.

Before long, the signboard of Baicaotang came into view.

The shopfront has expanded since two years ago, and the decor is even more impressive. People come and go at the entrance, including high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as people dressed as monks; business is clearly booming.

Chen Fan stepped into the store.

Behind the counter, Old Li was fiddling with his abacus and keeping accounts, while Cuihua was arranging medicinal herbs beside him. Hearing footsteps, Old Li looked up, his eyes lit up, and he quickly put down his abacus and went to greet her.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Fan! You've finally arrived!" Old Li beamed with joy, his enthusiasm boundless. "I've missed you so much these past six months! Please, have a seat. Cuihua, brew some tea! Brew the finest spiritual tea!"

Cuihua responded and quickly went to make tea.

Chen Fan sat down in the guest seat and looked around the shop. The shelves were stocked with more kinds of medicinal herbs than before, and the quality was better; many of them were rare spiritual plants. There were also two more shop assistants behind the counter, packing herbs for customers.

"Business is good," Chen Fan said with a smile.

"Thanks to you!" Old Li laughed. "Ever since Baicaotang established its reputation in Dayuan, many people are now coming here to buy from us, and even the Imperial Pharmacy in the palace frequently places orders. The Eighteenth Elder even sent a message the other day praising me, saying that I've done a great job as the assistant manager!"

Chen Fan nodded, took the storage bag from his waist, and placed it on the table.

"The usual: glutinous rice, radish, and sweet potato."