First Leaving Home

Outside the Spirit Root Test plaza, Father Ye and Mother Ye had been waiting anxiously for a long time.

Watching his wife pace back and forth before him, Father Ye could not help saying helplessly,

"Mother of my child, don't worry. There's no use worrying, is there? Spirit roots are decreed by heaven, not something we can control. Besides, having a spirit root may not necessarily be a good thing!"

Mother Ye, who had been extremely anxious, immediately stopped when she heard Father Ye's words and shot him a fierce glare.

It frightened Father Ye into unconsciously shrinking back.

Seeing this, Mother Ye gave a cold snort, and her mood eased quite a bit.

"Eh, our son is out."

At that moment, Father Ye spotted Ye Qingxuan leaving the testing plaza and walking toward them.

Hearing this, Mother Ye hurriedly turned her head. The moment she saw Ye Qingxuan, she quickly stepped forward.

To Ye Qingxuan's utterly bewildered expression, she made him turn around in place once.

After checking him over and seeing that nothing was wrong with her son, Mother Ye breathed a sigh of relief and was finally completely at ease.

The sight left Father Ye dumbfounded. He curled his lips and muttered softly,

"Is that necessary? It was only a spirit root test. It's not as if we've never taken one before. What could possibly go wrong?"

Seeing his mother so nervous, Ye Qingxuan could neither laugh nor cry, yet a warm current welled up in his heart.

Mother Ye heard Father Ye's muttering but did not pay attention to him. Instead, she looked at her son and asked expectantly,

"Xuan'er, how was it? Do you have a spirit root?"

Even Father Ye, who had always acted as though he did not care, pricked up his ears.

Faced with his mother's question, Ye Qingxuan could no longer conceal the smile on his face as he said,

"Yes! Father, Mother, I have a spirit root."

"Really?" Mother Ye's face was full of delight as she could not help confirming it again.

Faced with his mother's second question, Ye Qingxuan nodded heavily.

"Wonderful! My son is amazing! Hahaha!"

After receiving her son's confirmation, Mother Ye was almost weeping with joy, her heart brimming with pride.

Father Ye at the side also stepped forward in delight. Looking at his precious son, he asked uneasily,

"Xuan'er, what kind of spirit root is it?"

Ye Qingxuan gave a slight smile and replied calmly,

"Father, I have a Single Element Low-Grade Earth Spirit Root."

Father Ye's body stiffened upon hearing this. Then he patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder.

"An Earth Spirit Root isn't bad either. Spirit roots are one in a thousand. You're quite something, kid! Hahaha."

Ye Qingxuan sensed his father's consolation. He said nothing, merely revealing a confident look in his eyes.

"Come on, let's go home."

With a grand wave of his hand, Father Ye led Mother Ye and Ye Qingxuan away from the testing plaza.

Three days later, Father Ye saw Ye Qingxuan off at the doorstep.

Unable to bear the pain of parting, Mother Ye hid inside the house, secretly watching and silently shedding tears.

Before their farewell, Father Ye looked at his already grown son and spoke solemnly,

"Xuan'er, if things cannot be done, then come home! Cultivating immortality is just that—it's not necessarily more carefree than the life we have."

Though he had not seen much of the world, he had heard plenty of rumors. He knew that cultivators of low talent outside did not live particularly well.

Hearing his father's words, Ye Qingxuan nodded without speaking, though determination shone in his eyes.

Seeing this, Father Ye sighed inwardly and continued,

"You'll be out there alone, so take care of yourself. When it's time to be cowardly—cough—when it's time to be cautious, you must be cautious! Come back often to see your mother when you have time."

Ye Qingxuan gave his father a strange look and said,

"Father, don't worry! Your son values his life and won't act rashly. Cloud Mist Mountain isn't far from here. When the time comes, I'll often come back to see you and Mother."

Noticing the strange expression on Ye Qingxuan's face, Father Ye gave a light cough and waved his hand.

"Alright, go on! Be careful."

Ye Qingxuan respectfully bowed toward Father Ye and the interior of the house, saying solemnly,

"Father, Mother, your child is leaving. Take care of yourselves."

After saying that, he suppressed the reluctance in his heart, turned, and left.

Though he had transmigrated and been reborn, his parents in his past life had died early, and he himself had been solitary by nature.

In the twelve years since coming to this world, his parents had cared for him deeply, allowing him to experience the long-lost affection of parents.

Man is not grass or wood; how could one be without feeling?

Yet the Immortal Path was destined to be lonely.

Step by step, as he moved farther and farther from home, Ye Qingxuan's pursuit of the Immortal Path grew ever firmer.

When he arrived at the hall where the Spirit Root Test had been conducted last time, Ye Qingxuan did not see Ye Yonglun.

He saw only Ye Qingxiao, dressed in white robes and already waiting there.

The moment Ye Qingxiao saw Ye Qingxuan, he happily waved his hand and shouted,

"Qingxuan, over here!"

Hearing Ye Qingxiao call out, Ye Qingxuan walked toward him with a smile.

Only after reaching him did he ask curiously,

"Qingxiao, you came quite early! Where is Yong Lun Clan Uncle?"

Ye Qingxiao scratched his head and gave a simple, honest smile.

"I only just arrived not long ago too. I haven't seen Yong Lun Clan Uncle."

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan began chatting with Ye Qingxiao as they slowly waited for Ye Yonglun to arrive.

Only after talking did they discover that Ye Qingxiao's family circumstances were similar to his own, except he had a younger sister five years his junior.

The two waited in the original place for a short while before Ye Yonglun appeared, accompanied by a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was the cultivator who had come with Ye Yonglun to test spirit roots before.

Seeing the two men, Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao bowed all together and said,

"Greetings, Clan Uncles."

Ye Yonglun still wore a cold expression. He merely nodded slightly, as though he were born with a stone face.

Seeing Ye Yonglun like this, the man beside him shook his head helplessly and said with a face full of smiles,

"You two need not stand on ceremony. My name is Ye Yongqing. If there is anything you do not understand in the clan from now on, you may come ask me."

"Alright, Clan Uncle!"

Ye Qingxuan and the other nodded in reply.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's set out!"

After Ye Yonglun spoke, he enveloped them with magic power, brought out a flying sword and enlarged it, then carried them all into the high altitude, flying toward Cloud Mist Mountain.

Experiencing Sword Flight high in the sky for the first time, Ye Qingxuan could not help revealing an excited expression.

He stretched out a hand and stroked the dharma sword beneath his feet, where rosy clouds flowed. From it, Ye Qingxuan sensed a cold aura.

At the side, Ye Qingxiao had long since lost control of himself. He began exclaiming in alarm and laughing loudly with joy.

Influenced by him, Ye Qingxuan also gradually and involuntarily opened his heart. Looking at the immortal beauty of the scenery unfolding beneath his feet, he could not help shouting,

"Ah! I'm here!"

The negative emotions that had unknowingly accumulated in Ye Qingxuan's heart over twelve years were swept away, and he immediately felt much lighter in both body and mind.

He had inexplicably arrived in an unfamiliar world, carrying the memories of his past life. For twelve years, he had carefully hidden his secret—how could that possibly have left no impact at all?

Ye Qingxuan seemed to notice his own condition and changes as well. He took a deep breath of the clear, spiritual aura in the air, and a frank, natural smile appeared on his face.

His body and mind had never been so relaxed!

Seeing how Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao looked during their first Sword Flight, Ye Yongqing threw back his head and laughed without restraint.

He saw the shadows of his younger self in the two of them.

Even Ye Yonglun, seated upright at the sword's tip with his back to the three, revealed a trace of a smile.

The long sword streaked across the sky, leaving long traces behind it.

Along the way, the flying swords gathering and meeting them gradually became more numerous. They were all teams flying from Ye Clan Immortal City toward Cloud Mist Mountain.

Cloud Mist Mountain was not far from Ye Clan Immortal City. After flying by sword for around ten minutes, they arrived at the Ye Family's true base camp, Cloud Mist Mountain.