True Lord Reincarnated

Qing Province, Qingfeng Commandery, Ziyang Mountain.

Ziyang Mountain possessed a third-grade spirit vein, and most Lu Family cultivators gathered here.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was thin and scattered, making absorption slow and inefficient. Where spirit veins converged, spiritual energy was abundant and could be absorbed quickly. Given the means, cultivators would always manage a spirit vein well to aid their cultivation.

On Ziyang Mountain, the Lu Family Purple Mansion Ancestor was stationed here. His fame was illustrious, and he suppressed everything within several thousand li.

Stretching spirit fields and herb gardens covered the surrounding area.

At the foot of the mountain.

Within a certain courtyard, Lu Xuanji lay on his bed, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky. He felt faintly melancholy, with a trace of worry, restlessness, and fear in his heart.

Perhaps out of boredom, Lu Xuanji sat up and flipped through a book.

The book recorded miscellaneous notes about Qing Province, the distribution of various clans, basic knowledge of cultivation, and more. It was mainly encyclopedic in nature.

"Tomorrow is the day my Spirit Root will be tested. Whether I become a dragon or a phoenix depends on tomorrow."

Lu Xuanji recalled this, his arm trembling slightly.

In his previous life, he had merely been an ordinary person on Blue Star, contributing his strength to the 996 grind and constantly struggling amid ruthless competition. After suddenly dying from overwork during one late-night shift, Lu Xuanji had transmigrated. There was no need to speak of his previous life—speaking of it would bring nothing but bitter tears. Lu Xuanji gradually accepted his identity in this life.

It was not only Lu Xuanji who had transmigrated. His phone from his previous life had come with him as well.

The phone's battery was low. It was charging...

Sensing that the phone in his sea of consciousness was charging, Lu Xuanji was filled with resentment.

This world allowed one to cultivate and attain longevity. Qi Refining cultivators lived one hundred and twenty years, Foundation Establishment cultivators two hundred and forty years, Purple Mansion cultivators four hundred and eighty years, Golden Core cultivators a thousand years, Nascent Soul cultivators two thousand years, and Spirit Transformation cultivators five thousand years.

Cultivation was difficult. At the very least, one needed a Spirit Root.

Possessing a Spirit Root was difficult as well. Perhaps not even one person in a thousand had one.

The Lu Clan governed dozens of towns, with a population of roughly two million, yet there were only a little over a thousand cultivators.

Of course, children born to cultivators had a high chance of possessing Spirit Roots, but it was still only a one-in-ten probability. Every year, some children were tested and found to lack Spirit Roots, then sent to be raised among mortals. Though they lived comfortably and never lacked food or clothing, and those with backing could even take three wives and four concubines, they ultimately could not cultivate the Dao. Their average lifespan was less than sixty years.

If one tested as having a Five Spirit Root, no one would laugh at them for being worthless trash.

Though Five Spirit Roots were called useless Spirit Roots, they were still Spirit Roots. They placed one above a thousand others and granted a lifespan of more than a hundred years. If one was lucky enough to encounter a fortuitous opportunity, it was not impossible to defy fate and alter one's destiny, stepping into the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Tomorrow is the Spirit Root test. I ask for nothing else—at worst, let me have a Five Spirit Root."

Lu Xuanji muttered inwardly.

Novels were novels, and the real world was the real world. Reality was always far crueler than novels.

In the novels of his previous life, Foundation Establishment cultivators were cannon fodder, while Qi Refining stage cultivators were not even worthy of being cannon fodder. Only Golden Core cultivators could throw their weight around. But in truth, although Qi Refining cultivators were considered the bottom rung, they were still chosen from among a thousand people. When they walked among mortals, who would not address them as Immortal Masters?

If a cultivator broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, what cultivation clan would not invite guests far and wide, holding a feast in celebration?

The Lu Clan called itself a Purple Mansion immortal clan, yet it possessed only twenty-three Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Do not fear beginning as a mortal; fear having no Spirit Root and falling into mortality.

Just then, footsteps sounded. A middle-aged man in green robes approached, accompanied by a strikingly beautiful woman. They were his parents in this life.

The middle-aged man in green had bright eyes and wore simple yet refined clothing. Smiling, he asked, "Son, are you worried?"

"Worried."

Lu Xuanji smiled bitterly. "If I have no Spirit Root tomorrow, I can only go live among mortals, take three wives and four concubines, and marry ten wives."

Lu Mianwen laughed. "My son was born with wisdom from a past life. You are a True Lord reincarnated, destined to reach the pinnacle of longevity. Your Spirit Root test tomorrow certainly will not be too bad."

"Is that so? I truly am not a True Lord reincarnated."

Lu Xuanji smiled bitterly.

After reincarnating, he was different from ordinary people because he retained the memories of his previous life.

At half a year old, he could speak and walk.

At three years old, he began reading.

Now and then, a few fresh new words would even pop out of his mouth.

His father, Lu Mianwen, suspected that he had undergone Body Seizure, but after examining him, he found that his soul was perfectly compatible with his body. There had been no Body Seizure, leaving only one explanation: he was a True Lord reincarnated.

A True Lord was a Nascent Soul expert.

After mortals died, their souls scattered. There was simply no such thing as reincarnation.

Only powerful True Lords could enter the cycle of reincarnation and live another life.

"Xuanji, let Mother hold you." As she spoke, Ye Xinlan directly scooped Lu Xuanji into her arms.

"No!"

Lu Xuanji twisted awkwardly, feeling wronged inside.

"Come, let Mother kiss you."

Ye Xinlan stepped forward and kissed him.

"Mother, I'm already grown up. You can't treat me like before anymore," Lu Xuanji stressed.

"Even after a hundred years, you'll still be my son. If I want to hold you, I'll hold you," Ye Xinlan declared domineeringly.

"Father, look at Mother."

Lu Xuanji said aggrievedly.

"Brat, I can barely be bothered to hold you. Be content," Lu Mianwen said with a laugh.

"Father, I'm worried," Lu Xuanji said.

"Son, I'm not worried."

Lu Mianwen said.

"Because you are a True Lord reincarnated. A True Lord reincarnated will awaken a Spirit Root one hundred percent of the time. There can be no accident."

Lu Jinwen said firmly.

My son is a True Lord reincarnated.

Fortunately, my son has not fully awakened the memories of his previous life and still recognizes me as his father. If he awakened those memories, whether he would still acknowledge me as his father would be another matter entirely.

I truly am not a True Lord reincarnated.

Lu Xuanji muttered inwardly.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

The next day, Lu Xuanji woke early. Breakfast tasted like nothing.

Only his father remained as composed as ever.

"Perhaps you'll awaken the legendary Heavenly Spirit Root," his father said with a smile.

"I'm not asking for a Heavenly Spirit Root. I'll be satisfied with a Triple Spirit Root."

Lu Xuanji smiled bitterly.

A Heavenly Spirit Root was said to guarantee cultivation to the Golden Core peak, so long as one did not perish.

Perhaps one person in a thousand would awaken a Spirit Root.

But among a hundred thousand cultivators who awakened Spirit Roots, perhaps only one would awaken a Heavenly Spirit Root—or even fewer.

Standing in line, a group of children took turns having their Spirit Roots tested.

The first test was to determine whether they possessed Spirit Roots.

A child would place their palm on a stone. If the stone lit up within four breaths, they had a Spirit Root. If it did not, they had none.

"One at a time."

A clan elder spoke. More than three thousand children from nearby villages and towns had gathered here, the youngest six and the oldest ten.

One after another, they pressed their hands onto the stone.

Many children saw no light and left dejectedly.

Those without light made up the majority. Only a scattered few produced light.

When it was Lu Xuanji's turn, he pressed his palm against the stone. One breath, two breaths... by the seventh breath, there was still no light.

Just as Lu Xuanji was nearly despairing, the stone lit up.

He had a Spirit Root.

Lu Xuanji let out a breath of relief.

I have a Spirit Root.

Most of the children left sorrowfully.

Out of more than three thousand children, fewer than five possessed Spirit Roots.

"Not bad, not bad. There are five this year." The testing elder nodded, greatly pleased. "Last year, we had not a single grain to harvest."

PS: The new book has begun, and I ask for your support here. Cultivation novels mainly fall into two schools: one is the mortal stream, using cultivation to reflect human relationships and worldly affairs; the other is the Immortal Reversal stream, using cultivation to write of human nature.

In essence, this book focuses on clan cultivation; in style, it leans toward the Immortal Reversal stream.