Entering the Main Vein, Receiving Cultivation Techniques

After the spirit-testing ended, the Qi Family Immortal Masters gave the Immortal Seedlings some time to settle their mortal affairs before taking them into the Main Vein to cultivate.

Qi Li, Qi Huo, and the others were all speaking with their respective families.

Qi Chuan had been born and raised in White Stone Town, so he naturally had relatives as well.

There was still some time before the Golden Finger finished loading, so Qi Chuan walked toward the edge of the square beneath the gazes of countless Mortals. Before long, he spotted a richly dressed middle-aged man and woman there.

"Uncle, Auntie." Qi Chuan spoke with a gentle expression.

In the year Qi Chuan was born, White Stone Town had suffered an unexpected demonic beast invasion, resulting in many deaths and injuries. His parents had also perished in that disaster, leaving him as the sole survivor.

Fortunately, his uncle and aunt had pitied Qi Chuan for losing his parents so young. They had treated him as their own and raised him to the age of ten, until this very day.

"Good, good, good. A Chuan has made something of himself. You're an Immortal Master now. Cultivate properly in the valley from now on, and don't worry about the two of us."

His aunt did not look particularly old. She merely had a few faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, making her appear kindly—and she truly was. She had always been gentle and considerate toward Qi Chuan.

She reached out and straightened Qi Chuan's collar and cuffs. Her eyes were filled with satisfaction and joy, with only a trace of reluctance hidden deep within.

"Your aunt is right."

His uncle's hair was still thick, and his clothes were clean and neat. Still in the prime of life, he seemed especially high-spirited at this moment. "Our family has finally produced an Immortal Master. The higher your Cultivation Base becomes, the better we'll live. If you reach the Late Qi Refining Stage, then even Three Wives and Four Concubines won't be a problem for your uncle."

"Qi Yue, what did you just say?" His aunt smiled at him upon hearing that.

"I meant, A Chuan, I have a letter here. Once you enter the valley, remember to give it to your Second Master." His uncle's body trembled, and he hurriedly changed the subject, pulling out a letter he had prepared long ago from his robes.

Of course, if Qi Chuan had failed to test positive for a Spiritual Root today, he naturally would not have taken out this letter.

"A letter for my Second Master?"

Qi Chuan was already used to his uncle's temperament and turned a blind eye to his reckless antics. Still, he was somewhat curious about the letter and accepted it for a look.

He had known that he had a Second Grandfather who cultivated.

Second Master was his Second Grandfather, the brother of his late grandfather.

Qi Chuan's grandfather had only two sons.

After Qi Chuan's father died, his uncle had no brothers left, yet he had still managed to live rather comfortably in White Stone Town. Part of that was due to the deterrence provided by his Second Grandfather.

However, Qi Chuan had heard that his Second Grandfather did not seem to be doing very well in the Main Vein and that his Cultivation Base was not very high. He did not know whether that was true.

"That's right. Your Second Grandfather entered the valley decades ago. He is a bona fide Veteran Immortal Master. By now, he might even have reached the Late Qi Refining Stage. Take this letter and contact him. Since you're related by blood, I'm sure he'll be able to help you greatly."

His uncle nodded emphatically.

Qi Chuan believed his nonsense.

Still, at the beginning of cultivation, having an Elder in the Main Vein to look after him was far better than being alone.

He could not help wondering what realm his Second Grandfather had reached.

The three spoke for a while longer and settled a few more matters. The time given by the Qi Family Immortal Masters was limited, and the moment of parting arrived.

"Auntie, take good care of yourself. I'll occasionally come down the mountain to visit you."

"Uncle, have a few more children. If any of them have Spiritual Roots and enter the Main Vein in the future, just have them come find me."

"I'm leaving."

Qi Chuan put away the letter, waved goodbye to the two of them, then turned and left.

"Once he goes, Immortals and Mortals will be worlds apart."

His uncle watched Qi Chuan's retreating back and sighed with boundless sorrow in his eyes.

"Yes..."

Hearing those words, a nameless grief welled up in his aunt's heart. Though Qi Chuan was her husband's elder brother's son, she had raised him for ten years.

Once he left, she feared that the number of times they would meet again could be counted on one hand.

At that thought, her eyes became veiled with tears.

Her heart was shrouded in sorrow, leaving no room for any other thoughts.

Seeing this, his uncle reached out and drew her into his arms, gazing into the distance as he sighed without end.

A streak of sword light rose from the square, leaving White Stone Town and heading toward the depths of Red Maple Valley.

Upon the sword light, the Immortal Seedlings wore excited expressions, their curious eyes carrying a hint of fear.

A fresh breeze swept over them as the scenery below slowly receded. Qi Chuan stamped his foot on the iron-colored Flying Sword beneath him, which resembled a Door Panel. Its hard texture gave him an incomparably reassuring feeling.

"So this is the legendary Flying Sword that can Slay Enemies a Thousand Miles Away? It doesn't quite seem like it..."

For something as powerful as a Flying Sword, even ordinary Qi Refining cultivators would likely find it difficult to possess one.

Perhaps it was merely an ordinary Flying Magic Tool that happened to look like a Flying Sword...

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Then, with another thought from Qi Chuan, a line of text appeared before his eyes. He had only recently discovered that he could hide the text according to his thoughts.

That was quite convenient.

"It's pretty fast. It's already past eighty percent."

Qi Chuan nodded slightly. With a shift of thought, the text slowly faded away.

Then Qi Chuan turned to look at the Immortal Master standing at the tip of the Flying Sword, hands clasped behind his back, robes fluttering wildly in the wind. His heart stirred.

"Immortal Master!" Qi Chuan immediately saluted him and called out.

"What is it?" The Immortal Master in Daoist robes turned back, his expression calm and detached, carrying a natural air of elegance.

"I have a family letter here. May I trouble you to deliver it to my Second Master? I would be immensely grateful." Qi Chuan took out the letter.

"Your Second Master is also a Clan Cultivator? What is his name?" The Immortal Master accepted the letter without much concern and asked casually.

"Qi Baicang," Qi Chuan said. Naturally, he knew his Second Grandfather's name.

"So it's him."

The Immortal Master came to a realization. The Qi Clan had only a little over a hundred cultivators in total, so they all knew one another.

Though he was not particularly close to Qi Baicang, he still nodded and agreed to such a minor matter. "I'll deliver it to him."

"Thank you, Immortal Master. Do you know how my Second Grandfather is doing?" Qi Chuan knew virtually nothing about this Second Grandfather of his and was somewhat curious.

"Your Second Grandfather suffered an injury in his early years. He is still a Qi Refining Third Layer cultivator now," the Immortal Master said.

There were ten layers of Qi Refining. The Qi Refining Third Layer was still within the early stage.

"Uh... I see. Thank you for telling me, Immortal Master."

Qi Chuan did not quite know what to say.

So the Second Grandfather his uncle had always boasted about was only at the Qi Refining Third Layer.

It seemed his Second Grandfather was not someone he could rely on. If he wanted immortality, he would still have to depend on his own efforts.

The sword light streaked onward into the depths of Red Maple Valley. Before long, it descended upon a scenic peak.

Qi Chuan and the others stood outside a towering Great Hall. Looking up at the three words "Hall of Bestowing Merit" on the plaque, Qi Chuan felt that ever since entering this peak, even the air around them seemed especially fresh.

Perhaps this was because of Spiritual Qi.

Qi Chuan thought to himself.

Then, led by the Immortal Master, the seven entered the Great Hall and met the white-haired Transmission Elder of the Qi Family.

There were also several Youngsters here, presumably Immortal Seedlings found in several other Mortal Towns. Qi Chuan did not know what their Spiritual Roots were like.

Surely they could not all have Lower Ninth-grade Spiritual Roots as well?

"Not bad, not bad. You are all fine Cultivation Seedlings. We of the Old Generation will eventually pass away, and in the future, the prosperity of the Qi Family will depend on you."

"This year has been exceedingly promising, whether in proportion or in the number of Immortal Seedlings. It seems the Qi Family's fortune is on the rise."

The Transmission Elder stroked his beard, narrowed his eyes in a smile, and spoke with great kindness.

It was said that the Transmission Elder was a High-level Cultivator at the Late Qi Refining Stage. Even among the Qi Family's Elders, he was one of the highest-ranking.

Receiving such attention and encouragement from such a powerful figure, Qi Li, Qi Huo, and the other Immortal Seedlings all felt their blood boil. They secretly clenched their fists and swore that they would achieve something in cultivation and restore the Lineage to greatness.

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Meanwhile, Qi Chuan stared at the words before him, quietly awaiting the arrival of his Golden Finger.