The next day, three-year-old Lin Xi, clad in animal hides, came before Wu Xuantian.
There were powerful people in the tribe as well, but their strength came from drinking the blood of strange ancient beasts and consuming extraordinary spiritual herbs. It had no coherent system and could not be called a cultivation inheritance. He longed to cultivate the Dao, longed to become stronger, and was filled with anticipation.
Following the instructions of the tribe's elders, he performed a grand bow to Wu Xuantian. This was the unique disciple-acceptance rite of this era and this tribe, also known as an inheritance rite. Normally, juniors performed it when learning hunting methods from their elders. Using it for taking a master was much the same.
Wu Xuantian did not stop him. Only after completing this ceremony could Lin Xi truly feel at ease.
"Master," he called sincerely. At three years old, he was still at the beginning of his life. Children at this stage were the most malleable; with proper guidance, they would be far less likely to go astray in the future.
Wu Xuantian nodded.
Next, Wu Xuantian passed on the method he had long prepared for comprehending the mysteries of runes. Lin Xi was deeply shaken, as if he had obtained a supreme treasure, and listened intently.
At such a young age, a seed of cultivation had been planted in his heart. It only awaited watering before breaking through its shell and soaring into the sky.
After explaining the method, Wu Xuantian took out a mysterious symbol belonging to a divine bird native to the region.
He had brought it out to test how well Lin Xi had learned the method—whether he could independently explore the mysteries of living beings' runes.
Only three years old, Lin Xi displayed extraordinary talent for