Zhen Chanzi's Journey to Find His Roots, Continued

Like the Two Xiao Lands of Xiao East and Xiao West, Jiangbei lay far from the regions where Yuan Spirit ley lines converged. It stood upstream along the great river's water veins, where spirit veins drew together. The spiritual energy here was far thinner than in famous mountains and great rivers. Since ancient times, demons had rarely appeared here, and cultivators seldom set foot in it. But for mortals, such places were much safer. At the very least, they did not have to fear some inexplicable shockwave one day reducing their homes to ruin and scattering their families to the winds. Thus, this had always been a place where mortals gathered.

Luo Family Village was a small village in Jiangbei, not very large. As its name suggested, most of its inhabitants bore the surname Luo.

It was said that their ancestors had all belonged to the same lineage, and that they had even produced cultivators—illustrious great cultivators.

A canal diverted from the great river ran through this little village. Its land was neither especially good nor especially poor compared to the surrounding villages. There were several skilled farmers in the village, and amid the pale-brown fields, there would occasionally be one or two mu of fertile black soil, so rich it seemed ready to ooze oil. Overall, however, the land here was mostly brown earth and yellow earth.

The villagers all lived in rows of brick-and-tile houses.

It was an utterly ordinary village.

Located in a region inhabited by mortals, and having produced no cultivators for several generations, the people of Luo Family Village themselves no longer quite believed the legend that "their ancestors had produced illustrious immortals."

Yet Wang Qi now knew that the legend was true. The cultivator their ancestors had produced had indeed held an eminent position.