After dealing with everything, Han Xuanji did not return to the Divine Profound Sect. Instead, he planned to make a trip home.
He had also realized that settling his parents in this small city was ultimately unsafe.
Nor could he stand guard over them at every moment.
Even if immortals and mortals were worlds apart, he did not want to stand by and watch his family in this life die unnatural deaths.
Bluestone City.
Han Xuanji made no attempt to conceal his identity as an immortal cultivator, riding his flying sword into the city.
The mortals in the city were not particularly surprised by the arrival of an immortal cultivator.
Spiritual Qi was abundant in this world, and even a small city like this actually had quite a few immortal cultivators. However, they were all Qi Refinement Rogue Cultivators, most of whom had stumbled upon Cultivation Methods and learned to cultivate on their own.
The faint presence Han Xuanji gave off was enough to intimidate the city's strongest cultivator, who was at the Middle Stage of Qi Refinement.
After entering the city, Han Xuanji headed straight home.
When Han Xuanji reached the gate, the two guards of the Han Household were puzzled. They did not recognize the visitor, and since they had only practiced mortal martial arts, they could not tell that Han Xuanji was an immortal cultivator either.
However, seeing Han Xuanji's extraordinary bearing, they did not dare treat him carelessly and hurriedly asked:
"May I ask what business you have here, young master?"
"My name is Han Xuanji. You should know who I am, right?"
Han Xuanji said with a smile.
The noticeably older guard soon exclaimed in excitement:
"So you're the eldest young master!"
He had heard that the Han Household's eldest young master had gone off to cultivate immortality, but he had not expected him to return today.
One guard soon respectfully escorted Han Xuanji inside, while the other went to inform Father and Mother Han.
Han Xuanji walked to the rear courtyard, where he could see a peach tree in bloom.
The peach blossoms at home were still in full bloom, but though things remained, people had changed.
Han Xuanji closed his eyes, and memories of two lives appeared.
He was a transmigrator, but he was also the native Han Xuanji. The two were simply one and the same.
Before long.
Han Xuanji's parents came out, followed by a young woman.
"Father, Mother!"
Han Xuanji called out.
Han Yaotian looked Han Xuanji over and said:
"Sigh, you finally decided to come home."
Mother Han, Chu Junling, chided Father Han:
"Our son has embarked on the path of cultivation. It can't have been easy for him to come back even once."
She then took Han Xuanji's hand and looked him over carefully, saying with considerable satisfaction:
"My son is growing more handsome by the day. I wonder how many fairies he'll charm off their feet."
"Hehe."
Han Xuanji smiled wryly and said:
"My talent is ordinary. Those fairies wouldn't give me a second glance."
When the young woman beside them saw Han Xuanji, her eyes widened. The man before her was so handsome, and he looked very familiar.
After all, she had only been a few years old the last time Han Xuanji came home. More than ten years had passed since then, and her childhood memories had long since grown hazy.
Hearing that, the young woman spoke up:
"Then they must be blind."
"This is your younger sister, Han Wanrou."
Han Yaotian pointed to the young woman behind him and said:
"Go on, greet your brother."
Upon learning that this was her brother, Han Wanrou did not act like a stranger and called out:
"Brother."
Father and Mother Han often mentioned this elder brother who had gone off to cultivate immortality, and before she knew it, she had grown quite fond of Han Xuanji.
Seeing that his own younger sister had grown into a graceful young woman, Han Xuanji was deeply moved:
"I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as your brother all these years."
"Let this necklace make up for all those years."
Han Xuanji spoke gently, and an exquisite necklace appeared in his hand.
The necklace was a Spirit Artifact he had obtained by signing in at an artifact-refining workshop.
A Spirit Artifact was a Law Artifact with a certain degree of spirituality that could automatically protect its owner. Low-grade Spirit Artifacts like this were generally crafted by high-level cultivators specifically to give to their juniors.
Han Xuanji had even taken the trouble to upgrade the small formation inside the necklace, making it capable of withstanding attacks from the Spirit Transformation Realm.
"It's so pretty."
Han Wanrou's lovely face was filled with delight as she touched the necklace. Even someone who knew nothing about such things could tell how precious it was:
"Brother... thank you so much."
After Han Wanrou put on the necklace, she felt a pleasant warmth spread through her body.
Seeing this, Chu Junling's heart ached for him:
"Xuanji, cultivating on your own must be very hard. There's no need to spend money on gifts for us."
"It's fine. These things were all very cheap. They aren't worth much."
Han Xuanji smiled.
He then took out a pair of exquisite rings and handed them to his parents.
The two knew these were tokens of their son's affection, so they did not refuse.
Han Yaotian muttered:
"This ring seems to be good quality."
Though he knew little about the immortal cultivation world, he could still sense that these things were extraordinary.
"Well..."
Han Xuanji had already thought of an answer:
"They were made by immortal cultivators, so naturally they look good. What really matters is the power inside them."
"I see."
Han Yaotian nodded. He could also sense that there was indeed not much spiritual power in the ring.
Little did he know that Han Xuanji had deliberately concealed its miraculous properties. Otherwise, possessing a treasure could invite trouble, and that would only harm them.
The group chatted for a while longer. Han Wanrou was quite curious about immortal cultivation and asked him all sorts of questions.
"Brother, your skin is so nice. You don't look much older than me."
Han Wanrou looked at Han Xuanji with some envy.
"Maybe it's because the environment in the sect is good. It nourishes people."
Han Xuanji thought for a moment before answering.
After their chat, the family went to the back hall.
A fragrance wafted through the air.
It came from the Spirit Cuisine Han Xuanji had specifically brought from the Divine Profound Sect.
The Divine Profound Sect naturally had places that served food, but it all had to be purchased with Spirit Stones. This was because it was not ordinary food, but Spirit Cuisine made by specialist cultivators.
Eating it could speed up cultivation and strengthen the body, while also satisfying one's appetite in a way pills could not.
However, most menial disciples still relied on Grain Avoidance Pills.
Han Xuanji, naturally, would not begrudge spending a few Spirit Stones on it.
The Spirit Cuisine he had brought was not particularly high-grade, but it was effective and costly, suitable for mortals and even low-level cultivators.
In fact, Han Xuanji did not usually skimp on himself either, and often went to the Spirit Cuisine Hall to eat.
Although it did nothing to help his cultivation, its flavor was impeccable.
After all, these secondary professions in the immortal cultivation world had developed for who knew how many years. With the superior surviving and the inferior falling away, any craft passed down to the present was naturally bound to be good.
The Spirit Cuisine had all been stored in a specially made Law Artifact that kept it warm. It was ready to eat as soon as it was taken out, which was very convenient.
"It tastes good. As expected of food eaten by immortal cultivators."
Han Yaotian took a bite and could sense the Spiritual Qi contained in the food. Eating it made his whole body feel comfortable.
Chu Junling asked:
"Xuanji, you've been doing fairly well at the Divine Profound Sect, haven't you?"
"Not bad. I've reached Foundation Establishment and become an outer sect disciple."
Han Xuanji spoke casually.
"What?"
Han Yaotian was stunned.
"You're a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator?"
Han Yaotian knew a little about cultivation realms.
Though that level of cultivation might be insignificant in the immortal cultivation world, given Han Xuanji's aptitude, he must have put in a great deal of effort to reach Foundation Establishment so quickly.
At the thought, Han Yaotian's eyes filled with tears.
"That's my son for you. You really are amazing!"
Chu Junling did not know much about it, but she was just as gratified, realizing that her son seemed to have made a name for himself.