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

Chapter 5: Physical Changes!

I've become stronger!

After putting down the stone trough, Chen Fan stood there in a daze.

He realized that his hearing and vision had improved, all because he had drunk the water from the golden bowl.

Now that he has been practicing the Everlasting Spring Technique, Chen Fan's strength has increased, and he is almost breaking through to the Iron Skin Realm.

In his view, this was probably related to the water in the golden bowl.

As far as Chen Fan knew, martial artists could cultivate their inner energy once they had spiritual roots.

This "qi" refers to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which needs to be absorbed by the spiritual root in order to be transformed into one's own power.

Chen Fan has no spiritual root.

In the martial arts training hall more than sixty years ago, he clearly remembered the chief eunuch saying that he was a rootless person.

But now he can not only circulate his Qi normally, but he is also close to breaking through to the Iron Skin Realm!

"Could it be that Eunuch Song is deceiving us?"

Chen Fan muttered to himself, touching his chin, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

But after thinking it over, he still felt that it had nothing to do with other people.

My current ability to cultivate is mostly related to the golden bowl.

The water in this golden bowl is very likely to contain spiritual energy.

Realizing the importance of this treasure, Chen Fan secretly decided to stay away from the Imperial Stables.

Otherwise, if Eunuch Liu and his ilk discover that he can cultivate, it will likely cause some unnecessary trouble.

Thinking of all this, Chen Fan touched the golden bowl in his arms, then turned and headed towards the kitchen.

Despite the heavy snowfall, Little Stool is still sleeping in the woodpile at this hour.

Curled up in a ball, he was completely unaware that Chen Fan had arrived.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, he habitually rubbed his hands together before adding a handful of firewood to the stove.

After the fire got bigger, the temperature inside the house also rose.

"Godfather...you're here...it's only 5:45 AM..." The little stool, who was still half asleep, was startled awake. When he saw his godfather, he quickly moved closer to him to warm himself by the fire.

"When you get old, you can't sleep. Go fetch some water!" Chen Fan said with a smile, his eyes narrowed.

"Okay!" Little Stool stretched and started busying itself in the kitchen.

He handled everything perfectly, from fetching water and chopping wood to distributing fodder to the imperial horses.

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Fan's lips curled into a smile.

Having spent so long in the Imperial Stables, this was the only godson he didn't think was stupid.

In the past, those slow-witted godson would find connections to leave after studying for a few days.

Before leaving, some of the eunuchs would curse Chen Fan, calling him an old geezer.

Completely unconcerned, he simply watched these people leave with a smile.

Because he knew that serving a ruler was like serving a tiger; if he couldn't even take care of these people, how could he possibly serve his master well?

"Godfather... the Lunar New Year is almost here, and the palace has already started distributing New Year's goods. I wonder what our Imperial Horse Stable will get."

Just then, Xiao Dengzi finished his work and came in. His small, delicate face sat behind Chen Fan, dutifully massaging his shoulders and back.

"Little Stool heard from other eunuchs that there are imperial fruits to eat at the Directorate of Ceremonial, and I'm so envious!"

After saying this, Xiaodengzi wiped his drool with his sleeve.

"Are you homesick? Or do you want to eat royal fruit?" Chen Fan asked with a smile, his eyes narrowed.

"Replying to Godfather, Little Stool doesn't miss home." Little Stool quickly shook his head and said:

"My family was poor, so I was sold to the palace. Here, there are white flour buns and plenty of white rice, unlike back home where we can't even afford millet. How could I possibly miss home? As for the imperial fruit... to tell my godfather... the other eunuchs said that you are one of the three treasures of the imperial city, and you have a share. That's all I heard."

Chen Fan nodded slightly.

Xiao Dengzi had only been in the palace for half a year. He was kind and honest by nature, and was not cut out to be a eunuch.

So when the Imperial Household Department was selecting people, he immediately took a liking to this person.

Just as Chen Fan observed, Xiao Dengzi was indeed a skilled worker.

But if compared to the other palace eunuchs who loved to scheme and plot, this man was a complete fool.

Of course, the most important point is that Xiao Dengzi, like Chen Fan, is a rootless person.

Perhaps it was out of mutual respect that he took him into the Imperial Stables to raise horses.

"Take good care of the imperial horse," Chen Fan said, rising from his seat amidst a multitude of thoughts.

"Take good care of the horse, and everything you need will be provided. Remember that!"

"I will follow Godfather's teachings!" Xiao Deng held onto Chen Fan's arm, a smile on his face.

The two parted ways after he saw them out of the house.

Chen Fan, who had been walking with a hunched back, straightened his back after leaving the horse pen.

With his sharp eyes and clear hearing, he felt like a young eunuch at that moment.

Instead of rushing back to his room, Chen Fan took the opportunity to visit the backyard of the Imperial Horse Stables.

This is the garden where the imperial horses are planted with various kinds of hay and food.

After the cold winter arrived, the herbs and plants in the garden had long since withered and died.

Only after next spring can the land be turned over and seeds be sown again to take root and sprout.

Chen Fan glanced around after arriving here, then went to the small wooden house next door and rummaged through it.

In no time, a bag of seeds appeared in his hand.

These are the seeds of the large white radish that Yu Ma loves to eat. In previous years, Chen Fan would plant them after the first day of the Lunar New Year.

We can harvest the crops in two months!

But this time, Chen Fan didn't wait until the first day of the Lunar New Year. He picked up a hoe and went into the garden.

With his increased strength, he easily dug through the frozen soil.

In no time, Chen Fan had cleared out a plot of land about two acres in size.

With nimble movements, he then scattered the white radish seeds.

After the soil was submerged, Chen Fan began to fertilize the soil.

Unlike before, he did not choose to use sewage to irrigate the fields, but instead brought a bucket of snow water mixed with ice.

Chen Fan rubbed his hands together calmly and then took the golden bowl out of his pocket.

To avoid being seen by others, he quickly scooped a bowl of water from the bucket.

After the water had soaked in the golden bowl for ten breaths, Chen Fan poured it back into the bucket.

After doing all this, he put the golden bowl back in his pocket, picked up the wooden bucket, and began to fertilize the large white radish.

Over the course of his sixty-odd years, Chen Fan's movements were no different from those of farmers who had worked their entire lives, and he even surpassed them.

In no time at all, the field was cleared.

After putting the hoe and bucket back into the cabin, Chen Fan washed his hands and went back inside.

Looking at the newly delivered kettle on the table, he knew that Xiao Deng had come.

With a slight smile, he sighed and habitually sat down at the table.

Taking out the golden bowl, Chen Fan poured water and then drank it.

Perhaps the water contained spiritual energy, because he felt full after drinking it.

At the same time, the heat in his dantian also began to swirl.

Upon noticing the commotion, Chen Fan drank five bowls of water and then returned to his bed to sit cross-legged and meditate.

As he practiced the Changchun Gong internal energy cultivation method, faint heat emanated from his shoulders.

The rolling heat in the dantian of the body also began to circulate regularly.

Visibly, layers of black mud began to emerge from Chen Fan's face, neck, and arms.

Completely unaware, he was still immersed in the next cycle of the universe!