No One Understands Immortal Cultivation Better Than I Do

He Miaojun wanted to smack her son.

Even knowing nothing about immortal cultivation, she knew her son's progress was absurdly fast.

"Mother, how did you know I nearly broke through to the true intent realm?" Lianshan Xin asked, puzzled.

"Your father told me."

"Father, you're that good?"

Lianshan Xin's respect for his father rose once again.

Lianshan Jingcheng was exasperated. "Medicine relies on observation, listening and smelling, questioning, and taking the pulse. How many times have I told you? I'm a renowned divine physician in Jiangzhou, after all. I've treated countless martial artists. Do you think I lack even that much discernment?"

"Looking at it that way, the divine physician who saved your life back then must have been even more impressive than I thought."

Lianshan Xin looked thoughtful. "Father, I'll look into that divine physician. If we really find our benefactor, we should thank him generously."

He Miaojun agreed when she heard this. "We certainly should. He saved your life. No repayment could be too much."

Lianshan Jingcheng shook his head. "That divine physician's realm is beyond our imagination. Even back then, he cared nothing for fame or fortune. Who knows how many patients like me he's saved in his lifetime? He wouldn't care about our gratitude. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left without even giving his name. That was the bearing of a true master, doing good without seeking anything in return."

"Father, whether he cares is his business. We can't think that way too."

He Miaojun sided with Lianshan Xin. "Little Xin is right. Without that divine physician, our family wouldn't exist."

"All right, then. Little Xin, use the Nine Heavens to look into it."

Naturally, Lianshan Jingcheng had no reason to object.

"Little Xin, there's nothing wrong with your body, is there?" Lianshan Jingcheng turned the conversation back to his son.

"Huh? What could be wrong with my body?" Lianshan Xin asked in surprise.

Lianshan Jingcheng frowned. "Your cultivation is advancing too quickly. Yesterday, you were still a body tempering realm martial artist. Today, you nearly broke through to the true intent realm. Other martial artists at the qi condensation peak get there through a thousand hammerings and a hundred temperings. Can you adapt to it in a single day? Cultivation gained without arduous training is ultimately inferior. It can easily cause problems with your foundation."

Lianshan Jingcheng was highly skilled in medicine and had extensive experience treating martial artists. His words were perfectly reasonable, and He Miaojun nodded repeatedly.

But Lianshan Xin dismissed them entirely.

"The Qi Condensation Pill I took was personally refined by the Celestial Master, and I also had help from Third-Place Qi, an unparalleled prodigy. Ordinary martial artists cultivate on their own. What qualifies them to compare themselves to me? Their foundations are the unstable ones."

Lianshan Jingcheng pointed at Lianshan Xin, unable to speak for a long while.

He Miaojun's expression was strange too, and she had no response.

They both thought Lianshan Xin was spouting nonsense.

Yet there seemed to be a thread of logic in that nonsense, leaving them unable to refute it.

As one of the Nine Heavens and the world's most famous Great Grandmaster of pill refining, the Celestial Master's reputation was indeed overwhelming.

"Father, Mother, you're ordinary people. You don't understand immortal cultivation at all."

Lianshan Xin declared solemnly, "I'm the correct answer to immortal cultivation. No one understands immortal cultivation better than I do."

"Get out of here."

Lianshan Jingcheng could not bear to listen any longer.

He Miaojun was also at a loss for words. She stopped supporting her son and sided with Lianshan Jingcheng.

"Little Xin, you... go review your lessons at the academy."

Fragrant from afar, foul up close.

He Miaojun suddenly realized that sending her son away to study might not be entirely a bad thing.

Lianshan Xin was in no hurry to leave.

"There's something I need to report to you." Lianshan Xin's approach was all sincerity and filial devotion. "Teacher Dai and Dai Yueying have also been confirmed as Demon Cult fiends hiding in Jiangzhou City. They've now committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

"What?!" ×2

He Miaojun and Lianshan Jingcheng felt they had been shocked more often over these past two days than in the preceding half of their lives.

"Teacher Dai was a member of the Demon Cult too?"

"And Dai Yueying?"

"Little Xin, you didn't frame them, did you?"

"There are that many Demon Cult fiends in Jiangzhou?"

Their reactions were much as Lianshan Xin had expected.

"I was shocked at first too. I never imagined so many Demon Cult fiends were hiding in Jiangzhou City-and more importantly, right around us. Once their identities were uncovered, I broke out in a cold sweat. Mother, even at the risk of getting hit, I have to admit I started wondering whether you were the Demon Cult Leader."

Lianshan Xin rarely concealed anything from his parents. He felt that his conduct was as open and clear as bright sunshine and an unclouded moon; there was nothing he could not tell them.

Of course, killing the Princess would put a little too much strain on their hearts, so he would keep that to himself for now.

He Miaojun was speechless again. "...If I were the Demon Cult Leader, Little Xin, how could you have grown up in this clinic?"

"That's true. It's just that the Demon Cult Leader needs the Millennium Snow Lotus to heal, and so do you. With so many Demon Cult fiends around us as well, my imagination started running wild," Lianshan Xin said honestly.

Lianshan Jingcheng grumbled, "Who knows how many gravely ill people in this world need the Millennium Snow Lotus to heal? It's just that everyone only knows about the Demon Cult Leader and His Highness the Crown Prince. Who cares whether those ordinary people live or die?"

Lianshan Xin nodded slightly. "You're right, Father."

This was a very sound people-centered view of history.

When reading history books, people always lamented the tragic endings of emperors, generals, ministers, gifted scholars, and beautiful women. Yet they forgot that the ordinary people of those times, whose tragedies were the greatest, could not even leave their names in the historical record.

"In any case, the evidence that the Dai Family's father and daughter were Demon Cult fiends is conclusive. Just keep that in mind. Father, Mother, since I've joined the Nine Heavens, the Demon Cult will probably target our family from now on. But the Nine Heavens is powerful. The Demon Cult won't dare touch you, so you don't need to worry too much. Just be a little more vigilant around the friends who come and go, and the patients too. The number of Demon Cult fiends in Jiangzhou City... really is a bit excessive."

The Nine Heavens held a wealth of intelligence on the families of the Demon Cult's higher-ups. With that strategic nuclear deterrent in hand, Lianshan Xin did not worry about his parents' safety.

But he would not keep them in the dark either.

It was not as though he lacked a mouth. Why hide things under the pretext of doing what was best for them?

He Miaojun and Lianshan Jingcheng silently digested these bombshell revelations.

"Little Xin, our lives aren't in danger, but what about yours?" He Miaojun asked anxiously.

Lianshan Xin remained honest. "Mother, of course I have to seek wealth and honor amid danger. You understand that perfectly well. Even if I said something pleasant to reassure you, you wouldn't believe it. But you don't need to worry too much either. I practice immortal cultivation, and I'm very talented at it. You don't understand matters of immortal cultivation. All you need to know is that your son will soon soar into the heavens in a single flight. Ordinary Demon Cult disciples are no match for me at all."

Having once again received the delightful verdict that she "didn't understand immortal cultivation," He Miaojun could no longer stand listening. "Get the hell out."

Lianshan Xin got the hell out, head held high and spirits soaring.

Just after stepping through the doors of Spring Revival Hall, Lianshan Xin stopped.

He had seen someone.

A familiar figure who had weighed down on their family's heads for more than a decade.