1-5 Art of Creation : Spiritual Farmer [XIANXIA]

Chapter 1 - The First Step into the Azure Sky Sect

A 12-year-old boy, standing at 143 cm, with an innocent and youthful face framed by short hair, wore an expression brimming with excitement as he stepped into the territory of the Azure Sky Sect.

His name was Devor.

Devor stood frozen at the edge of a vast field, his heart pounding with a mix of awe and nervous anticipation. His wide eyes swept over the majestic scene before him, drinking in every detail as if trying to etch it into memory. His breath hitched as he took in the view: traditional buildings stood in serene harmony, their rooftops tiled with shimmering bluish-green tiles that glistened like jade under the sun. Dragons and phoenixes, intricately carved into the wooden pillars, exuded a timeless elegance, as if ready to spring to life.

The soft breeze whispered across the field, carrying the faint scent of plum blossoms and pine trees, their fragrance mingling with the gentle babbling of a nearby stream.

Devor's gaze wandered to the disciples of the Sect as they moved gracefully between the buildings, their flowing light blue robes billowing in the breeze like flower petals dancing in midair. Overhead, the sky stretched endlessly, painted in vivid blue hues with thin clouds drifting lazily across. Everything about the scene felt ethereal, as though this world had been crafted solely for the Immortals.

Devor's lips parted in silent wonder. "This is it," he thought, his excitement tempered by a flicker of apprehension. "The Azure Sky Sect... it's even more magnificent than I imagined."

Devor's eyes gleamed with wonder, mirroring the beauty of this new world that was about to become part of his destiny.

"Little brother, you'll have plenty of time to admire the Sect later," a soft yet firm voice called out, breaking the spell of his awe.

Devor jolted out of his reverie, suddenly aware that he had stopped in his tracks. He turned to see the graceful female cultivator who was guiding him and four other new arrivals into the Azure Sky Sect. She gave him a gentle smile, her tone understanding but lightly chiding.

The four others, who were around Devor's age—three girls and one boy—also paused to glance at him, their curiosity evident in their expressions.

Devor felt heat rise to his cheeks as the others turned to look. He cleared his throat softly, bowing with a respectful nod. "Forgive me, Senior Sister. I was just captivated by the beauty of the Azure Sky Sect," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

The female cultivator's smile deepened, her eyes soft with understanding. "That's normal. The Sect is full of wonders. Come on, I'll show you the Spiritual Garden."

Devor's eyes sparkled with excitement, the sting of embarrassment fading as he eagerly nodded and followed the group.

The group followed the female cultivator, her elegant figure gliding ahead as she led them deeper into the heart of the Sect. Devor glanced at the others, noting their wide-eyed wonder as they took in the sights. Their heads turned with each passing cultivator, captivated by the aura of power and grace surrounding them. Each disciple exuded an aura of power and grace that seemed almost otherworldly.

After ten minutes of walking through winding paths lined with vibrant flora, the group arrived at the Spiritual Garden of the Azure Sky Sect.

Devor tilted his head back to take in the breathtaking sight of towering mountains in the distance, their peaks piercing the clouds and dominating the horizon.

The cultivator leading them gestured for the group to enter the garden. As Devor stepped into the garden, a wave of fresh, floral fragrance enveloped him. He inhaled deeply, feeling an invigorating energy with every breath, as if the air itself was alive with vitality.

Every breath he took seemed to carry vitality, as though the very air of this garden was imbued with energy. Devor marveled, his thoughts swirling with wonder. "Living here must be like breathing pure life itself... I'd never know sickness again," he mused, the idea filling him with a newfound sense of hope.

Moments later, a second cultivator approached, her beauty matched by an air of quiet strength. Her steady gaze and composed demeanor exuded authority, leaving no doubt that she commanded respect within the Sect.

"Thank you for bringing them, Liara," the new cultivator said, her tone warm but businesslike.

Liara inclined her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "These recruits have potential, Yulin. With the right training, they could become skilled gardeners."

Yulin's eyebrow arched slightly, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. "Oh? We'll see about that."

Turning to the five recruits, Yulin's gaze swept over them, appraising. "Line up," she instructed. The group shuffled into a line, their movements stiff with nervous anticipation. Devor could feel the tension in the air, his heart pounding in his chest.

Yulin began questioning them one by one about Spiritual Plants. Despite their youth, they were all mortals—not cultivators. But the Azure Sky Sect didn't expect mortals to perform miracles. Their purpose here was simple: to care for the Sect's Spiritual Garden using knowledge rather than cultivation strength.

While cultivators could tend the garden more efficiently, their time was devoted to higher pursuits. Mortals were brought in to handle these essential, everyday tasks, freeing cultivators to focus on their training.

Devor stood at the end of the line, his heart pounding as he awaited his turn. He clenched his fists, determination flickering in his gaze.

Yulin posed different questions to each recruit, carefully assessing their knowledge of Spiritual Plants.

One by one, the recruits answered, their voices tinged with nervousness. They were clearly afraid of giving the wrong answers, their hesitations betraying their inexperience.

Yulin nodded occasionally, her expression calm and unreadable, leaving the recruits to wonder—was it approval, or just acknowledgment? The subtle tension in the air grew with each answer.

Finally, it was Devor's turn.

Yulin folded her arms across her chest, her demeanor poised yet authoritative. Her sharp eyes studied him, as if weighing his potential before even hearing his answer.

"Your turn, little brother," she said with a soft, reassuring smile. Her gentle but firm tone eased Devor's nerves. "Tell me—do you think Crimson Lotus and Azure Dew Grass affect each other's growth when planted close together?"

Devor lowered his head, brows furrowing in concentration. His mind raced through everything he had read, piecing together fragments of knowledge. His eyes lit up as the answer crystallized in his thoughts.

"Senior Sister," Devor began, his voice steady but growing stronger, "I believe Crimson Lotus and Azure Dew Grass shouldn't be planted near each other."

"Crimson Lotus, being a fire-element plant, absorbs large amounts of fire Qi to maximize its growth. Meanwhile, Azure Dew Grass thrives on water-element Qi and requires a delicate balance of Yin energy. If planted in close proximity, the opposing elements would clash, disrupting their growth."

Yulin's eyes sparkled, a flicker of intrigue dancing across her face as she listened intently.

Before she could respond, Devor continued, his tone growing more animated as he delved deeper into his explanation.

"Furthermore," he continued, "the Crimson Lotus' hunger for energy would drain the surrounding Qi, leaving the Azure Dew Grass without enough water Qi to grow. On the other hand, the extra water Qi from the Azure Dew Grass could disrupt the Crimson Lotus' fire energy absorption. In the end, neither plant would thrive."

Yulin raised an eyebrow, a hint of admiration flickering in her eyes. "Oh? That's quite a thorough explanation," she remarked, her curiosity piqued. "So, in your opinion, are there plants that are better suited to be planted together?"

Devor nodded without hesitation, a confident smile tugging at his lips as he met her gaze. "Yes, Senior Sister. For example, Golden Sunflower and Silver Moon Vine make an excellent pair. The Golden Sunflower absorbs solar Qi during the day, while the Silver Moon Vine draws lunar Qi at night. Since their energy absorption occurs at different times, they don't compete for resources. Instead, they complement each other."

Devor gestured toward a nearby garden plot, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Look over there," he said, his excitement palpable.

"Another effective combination would be Stardrop Lily and Nebula Fern," he continued. "Stardrop Lily harnesses starlight Qi, while Nebula Fern thrives by absorbing Qi mist from its surroundings. This pairing not only enhances each plant's growth but also enriches their spiritual essence when harvested."

Yulin listened closely, her full attention on Devor. His depth of understanding far surpassed her expectations, especially for someone so young—and a mortal, no less, who had yet to step fully into the world of cultivation.

"Your knowledge of Spiritual Plants is impressive, especially for someone who hasn't worked in a Spiritual Garden before," Yulin said, her smile softening with genuine appreciation. "Where did you learn all this, little brother?"

Devor lowered his head, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he shuffled his feet slightly. "Thank you, Senior Sister. I've always loved reading about Spiritual Plants. My grandfather is an herbal merchant in our village, and I often ask him to bring me old books about them. I read those books whenever I have spare time."

Yulin's smile widened, and she nodded approvingly. "You've built a strong foundation, little brother. With proper guidance, you could become an extraordinary gardener—or even a skilled alchemist someday." She turned to address the entire group, her expression composed but encouraging. "Alright, everyone, let's begin your first training session."

As she spoke, her gaze briefly returned to Devor, a spark of interest lingering in her eyes. The other recruits exchanged glances, some admiring, others tinged with envy, clearly aware that Devor had set himself apart.

"And as for you, little brother," Yulin continued, her tone carrying a touch of authority, "I will give you one month to study more comprehensive knowledge about Spiritual Plants." Her smile deepened, carrying a promise of opportunity. "At the end of the month, I'll assess your progress. If you meet my expectations, you'll be entrusted with your own garden plot—and your wages will reflect your new responsibility."

Devor's face lit up with excitement, and he bowed deeply, his voice brimming with gratitude. "Thank you, Senior Sister! I will do my best and ensure I don't disappoint you!"

Inside, Devor's heart swelled with joy. This was his first step toward carving out his destiny in this new world—and it had begun with success.

Chapter 2 - The Seeds of Progress

One month passed so quickly.

With his remarkable performance at the start of the recruitment, Devor now resided in a small bamboo house within the Spiritual Garden, a place that felt quite comfortable for him.

His hut was simple, yet it felt like the right place to absorb peace. Inside the small room, Devor sat quietly, wearing a plain white robe that flowed softly. He was still at the lowest rank in the sect's hierarchy, but he felt much closer to the goal he had always dreamed of.

Both of his hands held a book that seemed simple, yet was filled with invaluable knowledge. He read it attentively, each sentence sinking deep into his mind.

"The knowledge I find in this Sect is far more profound and valuable compared to what I gained in the Village," Devor muttered, exhaling in awe.

The more books he read, the stronger his passion and determination grew. There was a drive flowing from within him—a drive to learn, grow, and evolve.

"Open Profile," he commanded inwardly.

The system interface appeared before his eyes, visible only to him.

[Name: Devor Li]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 12/65]

[Cultivation: Mortal]

[Spiritual Energy: 2/2]

[Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root]

[Knowledge: 43 Books]

[Enlightenment Realm Points: 12]

[Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv1)]

A digital interface spread out in front of him, invisible to others, only Devor could see it.

"I've been in the Spiritual Garden for a month now, and I've already felt a one-point increase in my spiritual energy!" Devor said, his voice filled with enthusiasm, even though the change was modest. "The cheat I have doesn't immediately bring extraordinary power, but with patience and persistence, I'm sure I can gradually reach it, one step at a time."

With conviction flowing through his words, Devor felt that this journey, though long and full of challenges, was an unavoidable path. He knew that every effort would lead to significant results, even if it took time.

The Five-Color Root was the weakest and most undesirable Spiritual Root. The fewer the colors in a Spiritual Root, the better its quality.

However, there was something even more astonishing that Devor had read in a book—spiritual roots that had no color at all, which were said to be the pinnacle of Spiritual Root quality. It was a distant goal, perhaps even unreachable for most people.

Devor stared blankly ahead, his eyes gazing far into the distance. "But… even if I reach the pinnacle of cultivation, will I be able to return to Earth?" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, like the breeze. "It's been 12 years since I was born into this world. When I finally return, Earth might feel like a foreign place. There will be no friends, no family I recognize anymore. All of that will just become a distant memory."

His thoughts drifted back to his former life on Earth, a world full of routines that now felt like a dream. He came from the 20th century, a world so different from the one he was in now. Somehow, he had suddenly passed away in his sleep, only to be reborn in this world with a mysterious system.

When the system first appeared, Devor had been confused. What did this system mean? Why did he have it? Those questions haunted him, but after years, he found no answers.

He spent the first three years trying to figure out the origin of the system, but eventually, he gave up. It seemed pointless to keep searching. Instead, he began focusing on his new life in this world, which was far more important.

The system had a unique ability—the ability to integrate all the knowledge he had already absorbed into one cohesive whole. Every book he read, every lesson he learned, could be connected and enhanced through the system.

When Devor studied five books, he used the system to link together key points from those books, creating new knowledge he had never encountered before. It was this advantage that made him stand out so much when he first entered the Sect a month ago.

Without the help of this system, Devor wouldn't have even known if spiritual plants could influence each other just by reading a single book.

"My life on Earth is now a thing of the past," Devor thought softly, though the shadows of those memories still haunted his mind. "In this world, only Grandpa remains as my family." The words left his mouth with a tone of loneliness, even though he was trying hard to accept his new reality.

Over the past month, Devor had studied four books given to him by Senior Sister Yulin. Each book offered a new perspective, and with the help of the system, he connected the knowledge from these books, creating a deeper understanding of the world he now inhabited.

A moment later, the soft sound of footsteps could be heard approaching Devor's small hut.

Instinctively, Devor pushed away the thoughts that were wandering back to Earth, trying to focus. He pretended to be absorbed in reading the book in his hands, hoping his appearance didn't seem distracted.

Not long after, the figure of Senior Sister Yulin appeared at the door, looking at him with a slight smile.

"How is it, little brother Devor? Have you learned everything?" Yulin asked, her voice gentle yet full of concern.

Devor lowered the book he had been holding to the wooden table, then lifted his head to look at Yulin. He felt a bit awkward but tried to maintain a humble posture.

"I wouldn't dare to give a definite answer without trying it out in the field first," Devor replied honestly, his eyes still lowered.

Yulin nodded softly, a small smile still visible on her face. "That's perfectly fine. Even if you fail, it's no problem. You'll still be working here. With a strong knowledge base like yours, there will always be opportunities for you to develop further."

"Thank you, Senior Sister," Devor said, standing up and bowing deeply as a sign of respect.

Yulin smiled faintly. "No need to overdo it. If you progress, the Sect will benefit from having recruited such a promising seed."

With a wider smile, Yulin took a step back and gestured for Devor to follow her. She led him toward one of the garden plots, where the results of Devor's training over the past month would be tested.

Less than five minutes later, they arrived at a garden plot about one hundred meters in size. Various plants grew neatly, creating a peaceful scene.

Yulin gazed at the garden spread out before her. "Examine each of these plants one by one. Share your comments. Is there anything that needs extra care, or perhaps something that is thriving exceptionally well here?"

Devor furrowed his brow, his expression becoming serious. He knew that this task was not just about inspecting the plants—it was a test that would measure the depth of his knowledge so far.

Without saying more, Devor stepped forward, his eyes focused on the garden before him. The cool breeze carrying the soft scent of leaves and earth brushed against his skin, adding to the calm within him.

He stopped in front of the first plant that caught his attention—a Herbal Moonlight Dew, a small plant with light blue leaves that shimmered faintly under the sunlight. This plant was very rare, known for its ability to heal wounds quickly, but it was also highly sensitive to changes in temperature.

Devor leaned closer, his eyes carefully inspecting the leaves and stem of the plant, feeling that the peaceful atmosphere of the garden brought tranquility to his mind.

"This plant is lacking Qi energy," Devor said cautiously as he examined the wilted leaves at the tips. "The leaves aren't emitting enough light. The soil around it is starting to lose its fertility. I suggest adding a small amount of Spirit Moss fertilizer so as not to disrupt its natural energy cycle."

Yulin nodded slowly, her eyes conveying admiration. There was a subtle gleam in her gaze, showing that she was impressed by Devor's ability. "Continue," she said, her voice soft yet full of interest.

Devor moved on to the next plant. In front of him was a Golden Lotus Vine, gracefully creeping and winding tightly around a small bamboo stick supporting it. This plant emitted a strong aura of life, with golden-green leaves that seemed to almost glow.

"This plant is growing very well," Devor said as he observed the shimmering leaves. "However, if left without additional support, the stem might break under the weight of the flowers that are beginning to bloom. I suggest adding an extra support stake."

Yulin squinted and smiled, the smile widening on her face. "Good. You're paying attention to the little details." The praise felt sincere, and her eyes showed a sense of satisfaction. "Next?"

Devor moved on to the next plant. This time, in front of him, was a Crimson Root Ginseng, its leaves a deep green, but its roots were starting to surface. Devor knelt down and touched the soil around it, feeling the firm texture of the earth.

"This is interesting," Devor murmured. "The soil is too compact, causing the roots to rise up in search of air. Loosen the soil around the roots, but be careful not to harm them."

From a distance, Yulin flashed a small grin. "You're quite observant for someone who's only been here for a month with no real experience."

The more Devor displayed his abilities, the more Yulin felt that she had found a truly valuable seed. Her smile grew, and she became increasingly intrigued by Devor's presence.

Devor continued his inspection with a serious demeanor, walking through the garden and examining each plant with full attention.

When he reached the Starshade Lily, a graceful flowering plant with soft purple petals, Devor noticed something was off. The plant was growing too close to others, absorbing unbalanced natural energy.

"This plant needs to be moved," Devor said thoughtfully. "Move one or two of its shoots to another area to better distribute the energy. Right now, too many plants are competing for the limited natural energy."

Yulin nodded quickly, taking note of every word that came from Devor. "Exactly. You have an amazing eye, even for someone who is just a mortal."

Devor paused for a moment in front of the Silverleaf Orchid, a plant with glossy leaves but slightly spotted. He examined it carefully before sighing. "It's been attacked by small insects. I think a solution of Spirit Dew could eradicate the pests without damaging the leaves."

Yulin crossed her arms, listening intently to every analysis Devor provided. Her face remained expressionless, but her eyes reflected sharp attention, showing that she was truly focused on every word Devor spoke.

Devor continued his examination, analyzing each plant one by one. Each of his decisions and explanations only served to further impress Yulin, not just with Devor's knowledge, but also with his meticulous attention to every detail.

When he finally finished with the last plant, Devor stood and turned to face Yulin. "I have finished my inspection, Senior Sister," he said in a quiet but confident voice.

Yulin shifted her gaze to the garden Devor had just inspected. It was a garden maintained by someone, yet it had failed to meet the sect's standards.

A soft smile appeared on her face as she looked back at Devor. "Excellent results," she said with a tone full of appreciation. "Not only did you identify the problems, but you also provided efficient solutions. In just one month, you've proven yourself more than worthy to be here."

Devor immediately bowed deeply, his heart filled with respect. "Thank you for your praise and guidance, Senior Sister."

However, Yulin raised a finger, a sign indicating that she was not yet finished. "This is just the beginning," she said calmly. "This garden is only a small example of your responsibility. Tomorrow, I will take you to a larger spiritual garden. If you can demonstrate your abilities there, then your path to becoming the main garden keeper of the Azure Sky Sect will be wide open."

Devor's eyes sparkled, his enthusiasm reigniting. But he quickly calmed himself, reminding himself how important this opportunity was. "I won't disappoint you, Senior Sister!" he said with determination.

Yulin nodded with a small smile that conveyed her approval. "Good. Now, finish your task here. There is much work awaiting you in the future. I will arrange everything for you soon."

With that, Yulin waved her hand and left with quick steps to register Devor as a Spiritual Farmer in this Spiritual Garden.

Devor turned his gaze back to the garden beside him, his eyes shining with renewed energy. Every small step he took now felt increasingly significant, as if every second that passed brought him closer to the great goal he had dreamed of. Success was no longer just a distant dream, but a reality he could achieve, one step at a time.

Chapter 3 - Seeds of Growth and Shadows

A year had passed in the blink of an eye, the days slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers.

Devor reclined outside his humble bamboo hut, his gaze wandering lazily across the vibrant garden that stretched over five hundred square meters. Each plant was a living proof of his relentless effort, a reflection of countless hours spent nurturing the land.

As he breathed in the crisp, Qi-infused air, the essence of the garden seemed to flow through him, revitalizing his body and mind.

In the year since his arrival, Devor had undergone a profound transformation. The boy who had once been lost and uncertain was now almost unrecognizable. Where there had been uncertainty now stood a man of quiet strength, his presence marked by the discipline and wisdom he had gained in the Azure Sky Sect.

His youthful innocence had been replaced by a serene composure, his presence radiating a calm that made anyone who met his gaze feel as though they were in the presence of someone who had truly found peace with the world.

A soft breeze tugged at his slightly longer hair, pulling him from his reverie. The air around him shifted, and something—an unspoken tension—broke the stillness.

Devor rose to his feet, his posture instantly alert as his eyes scanned the horizon, searching for the source of the disturbance.

A soft rush of air signaled the descent of a figure from the sky, landing soundlessly before Devor. The man was middle-aged, dressed in a rich purple robe embroidered with gold thread—a symbol of his esteemed position within the Azure Sky Sect.

An unseen force seemed to ripple around him, as though the world itself bent to his presence.

Devor's gaze flickered in recognition, his body instinctively lowering into a deep bow. "Greetings, Elder Sorin."

Elder Sorin nodded briefly, his eyes closing as he focused, summoning his mental energy. A faint blue aura enveloped him as his Spiritual Sense swept across the garden, absorbing every detail, no matter how small.

Devor stood still, watching the flow of Sorin's energy, knowing it was a testament to the Elder's skill and mastery.

After a moment, Sorin opened his eyes, and his gaze sharpened as he began to walk through the garden, scrutinizing each plant with keen interest.

He paused before a flowering plant, its petals wilting just a touch, as though in need of more light.

Devor bowed again, his posture steady, accepting the feedback with quiet gratitude. "Thank you, Elder Sorin. I'll move it immediately."

Sorin moved along the rows of fruit plants, his gaze sharp as he stopped before a cluster that seemed to crowd each other. He studied the plants for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly before he spoke.

"These plants are thriving, but they're too cramped," Sorin said, his tone measured but unwavering. "Their roots will begin to compete for space and nutrients, and that will stunt their growth in time."

"You'll need to thin them out—prune them carefully, without hesitation."

Devor listened closely, each word sinking in, his mind racing with the importance of the task. He knew that these small changes, if left unchecked, could lead to bigger issues down the road.

Sorin moved on, his eyes falling on a plant whose leaves had started to yellow at the edges. He knelt beside it, his fingers brushing the soil as he examined it with practiced attention.

"This plant's been overwatered," Sorin said after a moment, his voice low but firm. "Cut back on the watering, and give the soil time to dry out. Moisture like this weakens the roots."

Devor inhaled deeply, steadying himself as he absorbed the correction. "Understood, Elder Sorin. I'll make the changes immediately."

Sorin didn't speak again, continuing his methodical inspection of the garden. A few minutes later, Sorin stopped in the center of the plot, turning slowly to face Devor.

"The garden is well-kept," Sorin said, his tone unexpectedly warm, a rare hint of approval in his voice.

"No major issues, but the details matter," Sorin continued. "It's those small adjustments that set the great gardeners apart from the good ones. Perfection is found in the little things."

Devor bowed deeply, a wave of relief washing over him, his shoulders easing as the tension he hadn't realized was there lifted. "Thank you, Elder Sorin. I'll make sure to refine the areas I've missed."

Sorin allowed the faintest smile to touch his lips, the sternness in his features softening just a fraction. "You've made considerable progress, Devor," Sorin said, his tone almost fatherly. "But the Azure Sky Sect values more than wisdom. We prize humility—the kind that allows you to see where you can improve."

Devor straightened, his heart swelling with determination, his eyes shining with the quiet intensity of someone who would never stop striving. "I will, Elder Sorin. I'll continue to give my best in everything."

Sorin studied him for a long moment, the sharpness of his gaze softening as he nodded, his approval clear. "Your work is impressive," Sorin said, his voice thoughtful. "Far beyond many of the disciples who rely solely on their Spiritual Root."

Devor hesitated, his mind racing. He wanted to respond, but wasn't sure whether agreeing would come across as presumptuous.

Sorin was no ordinary cultivator—he was an Outer Elder of the Azure Sky Sect. After the previous Garden Hall Master's death, Sorin had temporarily taken on the role, his deep knowledge of spiritual plants making him a natural choice. His expertise in poisons was also well-known, a reputation that made some in the Sect uneasy about his methods.

After a brief pause, Sorin spoke again, his tone noticeably softer, though still imbued with authority.

"I've spoken to the Spiritual Hall Master about your progress," Sorin continued, his voice carrying a hint of approval. "I've recommended you for promotion to the rank of true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect."

Devor's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and disbelief flooding him as his pulse quickened. His mind struggled to process the weight of Sorin's words.

The Spiritual Hall Master was a figure of immense authority, even more so than the Garden Hall Master, overseeing the sect's most important matters. Devor's mind spun at the thought of being recognized by such a figure.

"Your Spiritual Root may present some challenges," Sorin continued, his voice steady but firm, "but your potential far outweighs any limitation."

A wide grin spread across Devor's face, his heart soaring with a joy he couldn't contain. His hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh of disbelief.

Sorin reached inside his robe, pulling out a green-bound book that pulsed with faint spiritual energy, its pages seemingly vibrating with power.

With a flick of his wrist, the book hovered for a moment before floating gracefully into Devor's outstretched hands, which shook with both excitement and reverence.

"This is a Cultivation Technique specifically tailored for someone working in the Spiritual Garden," Sorin said, a rare, approving smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Take your time with it. If you ever need guidance, don't hesitate to come to me."

Devor felt a surge of gratitude spread through him, warmth blooming in his chest. He bowed deeply, his words sincere.

"Thank you, Elder. I'm truly grateful for your kindness and belief in me."

"You've earned it," Sorin said, his tone warm but firm. "This opportunity is the result of your perseverance. Once you reach Stage-2 Qi Refining, you'll officially be recognized as a true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect."

"I'll give it everything I have, Elder!" Devor vowed, his voice firm with resolve, though his clenched fists betrayed a hint of nervous excitement.

Sorin's gaze softened as he observed Devor, noting the sweat on his brow and the steady determination in his posture. Unlike many disciples who relied purely on their raw talent, Devor's persistence and relentless effort had set him apart, something that even Sorin, a man known for his harsh standards, couldn't ignore.

"This technique is unique," Sorin said, his voice carrying a note of pride. "It allows you to draw Qi and Spiritual Energy from the plants themselves, fortifying your body in a way that's perfectly suited to your work in the Spiritual Garden. It's not just about strength—it's about harmony with the natural world."

Devor's eyes brightened with excitement, but a shadow of doubt lingered beneath the surface. His heart raced with the possibilities of the technique, yet a knot formed in his stomach. His journey had only just begun, and he wasn't sure he was ready for the weight of the path ahead.

Devor hesitated, his throat tightening as the weight of the question hung in his mind. With a deep breath, he forced the words out. "Elder Sorin, may I ask one more thing?"

Sorin raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He studied Devor for a moment, sensing the hesitation behind his words. "What is it?"

"I... I'd like to study the fundamentals of Cultivation," Devor said, his voice steady but laced with a trace of uncertainty. He didn't want to seem presumptuous, but he knew this knowledge was vital for his growth.

Sorin's expression remained neutral, though a flicker of curiosity passed through his eyes. "The Cultivation Technique I've given you covers the basics. What exactly are you hoping to learn?"

Devor shook his head, a subtle frown creasing his brow. "I read in a book that Cultivation and Combat Techniques are just frameworks. To unlock their full potential, you need to personalize the energy flow and methods. I want to understand the basics better, so I can adjust them to fit my needs."

Realizing he might have overstepped, a sense of unease crept into Devor's chest. He quickly bowed again, his voice a little more hesitant. "Forgive me, Elder Sorin. I didn't mean to overstep."

Sorin studied Devor for a moment, his gaze sharp but not unkind. After a beat, he chuckled softly, as if amused by the young disciple's earnestness.

Devor let out a quiet breath, his shoulders relaxing as the tension drained from him. He straightened up, a small but grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"What you said is true," Sorin nodded slowly, his fingers tracing the edge of his beard as he considered Devor's words. "But refining techniques to suit your needs is no small task. It's a slow, methodical process. Rushing it would only lead to setbacks."

"With your current contribution points, you could buy Techniques suited for Outer Disciples to get started," Sorin added. "But remember, those won't push you toward your ultimate goals."

Devor nodded but stayed silent, his mind already weighing the options. He had considered spending his contribution points on those Techniques, but something about it felt wrong—like settling for something less than what he truly needed.

Sorin's sharp gaze softened as he noticed Devor's hesitation. "I can help you," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "But there's a condition."

Devor straightened, his jaw set with determination, though a flicker of uncertainty passed through his eyes. "What is it, Elder?" he asked, his voice steady. "As long as it doesn't go against the Sect, I'll do whatever's needed."

Sorin chuckled softly, shaking his head with a bemused smile. "Relax, boy. I'd never ask you to betray the Sect." He paused, letting the moment hang before continuing. "What I need is simpler: I need you to cultivate certain poisonous plants in the Spiritual Garden. You'll tend to them for a year, and when the harvest comes, I'll collect them."

Devor's body stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. Poisonous plants? The task suddenly felt far more serious—and dangerous—than he'd anticipated. A flicker of unease passed through him.

Sorin's smile remained gentle, yet there was an undercurrent of something else in his eyes, something that gave the request an unsettling weight. Devor couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just another ordinary task. Sorin had temporarily stepped into the role of Garden Hall Master after the sudden death of the previous holder, a position he'd taken not only because of his expertise but also because the Sect's cultivation of rare, poisonous plants was strictly monitored. There were quotas to meet, and by involving Devor, Sorin could discreetly bypass those limits.

After a brief pause, Devor nodded, the weight of the request settling on his shoulders. "I accept, Elder," he said, his voice steady despite the unease stirring within him. "I'll do it."

Sorin's eyes gleamed with approval, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He gave a soft, approving chuckle. "Good. I expected nothing less from you, Devor."

Although Sorin's words were warm, a shiver ran down Devor's spine. Despite the Elder's approving tone, Devor couldn't shake the feeling that he had just stepped into something far more complicated—and dangerous—within the Sect.

Chapter 4 - A Return to Roots

Six months passed in the blink of an eye, yet they left a lasting impact on Devor's life.

Devor now stood atop a flying sword, soaring through the skies above the Azure Sky Sect. His face was pale, as though all color had drained from it, like a candle flickering in the sun. Though large and sturdy, the sword beneath him felt as fragile as a leaf trembling in the vastness of the sky.

Behind him, Yulin strode effortlessly on her sword, her long black hair flowing like silk in the wind. She moved with ease, as if the sky itself were her domain. Her sword sliced through the clouds with effortless confidence, radiating grace and authority.

"Junior Brother Devor," Yulin called, her voice tinged with teasing amusement. "You've become a cultivator, yet you're still afraid of heights?"

Devor swallowed, his eyes fixed on the distant ground below. The world seemed impossibly small, yet its vastness made his knees weak. His heart pounded in his ears like a war drum, while dark whispers tugged at his mind, tempting him to leap into the void.

"Senior Sister," Devor replied, struggling to steady his voice. "Fear is a natural human trait."

Yulin smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I'm not afraid like you," she teased, shaking her head. Her tone became playfully wicked. "How about we pick up the pace? You won't have time to look down."

"No, wait!" Devor began to protest, but his words were swallowed by the wind as Yulin sped ahead, her sword cutting through the air with a swift whoosh.

The wind roared in his ears, whipping against his pale face. Devor's body tensed, his hands shaking as he fought to maintain balance. His mind went blank, overwhelmed by a wave of anxiety that left him numb.

Behind him, Yulin's laughter echoed in the wind, light and melodious. But to Devor, it sounded less like joy and more like the cackle of a mischievous demon in disguise.

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After what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at a small village nestled at the base of the mountains, far from the Azure Sky Sect.

Devor stepped off his sword, his legs unsteady and his pale face showing the strain of the ordeal. His knees buckled with each step, as though the ground beneath him were still shifting.

Behind him, Yulin dismounted with effortless grace, her demeanor calm and serene, like a swan gliding onto a tranquil lake. The contrast between them was almost comical—a trembling frog trailing a majestic swan.

Devor turned back, forcing a bitter smile. "Senior Sister, we should return to the sect on horseback."

"Horses?" Yulin tilted her head, her gaze lingering on him with clear curiosity. "Do you have a horse waiting for you or something?"

"No," Devor said, shaking his head as he tried to keep a straight face. "But we could just buy one from the villagers."

Yulin chuckled, amusement evident in her voice. "Don't be ridiculous. You'll have to get over your fear sooner or later. As a cultivator, you can't rely on horses. Flying swords are essential—especially if you ever want to be as strong as me."

Her gaze sparkled with delight, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

Devor clenched his jaw, swallowing his retort. "This can wait for another day," he thought, letting out a silent sigh.

"Open Profile," Devor thought.

[ Name: Devor Li ]

[ Gender: Male ]

[ Age: 14/120 ]

[ Cultivation: Stage-2 Qi Refining Realm ]

[ Spiritual Energy: 243/243 ]

[ Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root ]

[ Knowledge: 78 Books ]

[ Enlightenment Realm Points: 14 ]

[ Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv1) ]

Devor glanced over the familiar information displayed before him. Reaching Stage-2 Qi Refining was a major milestone, marking his shift from a laborer in the Spiritual Garden to a true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect.

But today wasn't about cultivation. It was a rare day for something personal—the day he'd decided to return to his village and visit his Grandpa, his only remaining family.

With each step, Devor's resolve grew stronger as he entered the village. Memories of his Grandpa flooded his mind, mixing with the anticipation of their reunion. The breeze carried the scent of fresh soil and blooming flowers, adding to the peaceful atmosphere of the village.

Behind him, Yulin followed, her usual grace unchanged and her bright expression never wavering. "So, Junior Brother," she said with a light, curious tone, "what are you going to say to your Grandpa when you see him?"

Devor paused, his gaze fixed on the small houses ahead. A small smile tugged at his lips. "I'll tell him his grandson's become a cultivator—and that I'll make sure he's taken care of in his old age."

Yulin walked beside him, her playful demeanor giving way to something gentler. She glanced at Devor, her expression unreadable for a moment, then spoke softly. "You're a good person, Devor. Your Grandpa must be proud of you."

Devor returned a small smile and said nothing as he resumed walking.

In his heart, he knew this journey was more than just a reunion—it marked the start of something much bigger.

Though his age had nearly doubled and his body had grown taller and stronger, Devor felt at ease with the changes.

As Devor and Yulin entered the quiet village, their presence drew curious looks from everyone. Devor's plain yet elegant white robe and Yulin's light blue sect robe, exuding an air of quiet prestige, clearly marked them as cultivators. The villagers, not used to seeing such figures, watched with awe and curiosity.

Though Devor had lived in this village before, he hadn't really connected with anyone. In his previous life, he'd been an adult from the modern world, which made it hard to connect with children his age. Instead, he spent most of his time buried in books, pursuing knowledge in solitude.

At the far end of the village, beneath swaying coconut trees, stood a simple bamboo house. Its walls, blackened by age, still stood strong—a testament to its enduring strength, much like the man who lived within.

Devor stopped, staring at the house, a mix of emotions he couldn't name crossing his face. His heart felt heavy. This house was his only home, tied to memories of warmth and loss, longing and resilience.

Beside the house, an elderly man with snow-white hair sat on a small bamboo stool. His thin, wrinkled hands moved methodically as he sorted herbs, each motion showing precision and care. Occasionally, he lifted a plant closer to his face, studying it carefully before nodding with quiet approval.

The air carried the fresh, earthy scent of rain-soaked soil and the sharp aroma of herbs. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant birdsong filled the air, adding to the peaceful atmosphere of the village.

Devor took a deep breath to steady himself, then walked forward, his steps firm but quiet.

Yulin noticed the shift in his demeanor and, sensing the significance of the moment, held back her usual teasing. She followed him quietly, her expression softening.

"Grandpa!" Devor called, his voice faltering slightly under the weight of his emotions. A small but genuine smile spread across his face.

The old man paused, his hands stilled as he turned toward the sound of the voice. His slightly clouded eyes took a moment to focus on Devor and the woman standing behind him. Recognition came swiftly, and his weathered face broke into a broad smile.

"Haha! You've finally come back, Devor!" the old man exclaimed, his laughter rich with joy. Rising quickly, he hurried toward his grandson, his steps fast but uneven.

Though Devor had changed over the years, the old man—who had raised him from childhood—recognized him instantly. Even if Devor were reduced to ashes, he would still know it was him.

With surprising strength, the old man lifted Devor into the air like a child. Despite Devor now standing at 157 centimeters tall, his Grandpa managed to lift him effortlessly.

"Look at you, little boy! You've grown taller and even more handsome!" the old man said, his laughter full of warmth.

Devor grinned, letting his Grandpa share his joy without interruption.

From behind, Yulin watched quietly, her usual playfulness giving way to a rare, contemplative expression. There was something profoundly beautiful in the simplicity of the moment—something she couldn't quite put into words.

As she watched Devor laughing with his Grandpa, Yulin was reminded that, despite his composure and diligence at the sect, he was still, in many ways, just a child. In the world of cultivation, where age often mattered less than power, contribution, and cultivation level, it was easy to forget that someone like Devor longed for the simple warmth of family.

After a few moments, the old man set Devor gently back on the ground, his breath a bit labored, but his energy as strong as ever. He gave Devor's shoulder an affectionate pat before turning to Yulin.

"And you brought such a beautiful young woman! Hahaha! Now I can leave this world in peace!" he said, his voice booming with joy.

"Grandpa, it's not like that!" Devor stammered, his face turning red as he tried to protest. His eyes flicked nervously to Yulin, seeking her reaction.

The old man only laughed louder, brushing aside Devor's protests. "You're a grown man now, Devor! It's high time you thought about settling down!" he declared with a tone that brooked no argument.

"I'm only 14!" Devor screamed inwardly, but he knew better than to voice such objections. In this world, once puberty hit, one was considered ready for marriage—a far cry from the standards of his past life.

"Come, come! I'll prepare a feast to celebrate!" the old man said, his excitement overflowing as he waved them toward the house.

Yulin gave a warm smile and bowed slightly. "Thank you. That's very kind of you."

Devor scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, stealing glances at Yulin to see if she was offended by his Grandpa's words. Yet, her serene smile remained unchanged, and her eyes still held kindness.

As they stepped into the humble home, Devor felt a comforting warmth that he hadn't felt in years. This wasn't just a visit—it was a reminder of what he was fighting for.

Chapter 5 - The Price of Cultivation

As dinner was served and the conversation flowed, Devor's Grandpa finally learned Yulin's true identity—not as Devor's future wife, but as his Senior Sister from the Azure Sky Sect.

Embarrassed by his earlier assumptions, Grandpa Devor chuckled awkwardly and offered a sincere apology. However, Yulin waved it off with a casual smile, clearly unbothered.

The night passed peacefully. Outside Devor's modest home, Yulin sat cross-legged under the starlit sky, meditating. Although her presence wasn't necessary, she remained vigilant out of habit.

As a cultivator with considerable strength, Yulin rarely needed sleep. Even after a week of sleepless nights, her energy would remain undiminished.

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The next morning, Devor and his Grandpa rose early. Excitement buzzed in the air as Devor began packing his Grandpa's belongings.

During dinner the previous evening, Devor had persuaded his Grandpa to leave the village and move to the city. While Grandpa Devor had initially been reluctant, Devor's persistence and reassurances eventually won him over. He explained how his time in the Azure Sky Sect had allowed him to save enough money to ensure a more comfortable life for them both.

Reluctance gave way to acceptance, and today marked the start of their journey.

Devor smiled inwardly, relieved that his Grandpa's move also meant he could avoid another harrowing ride on Yulin's flying sword.

With Yulin's assistance, renting a carriage for the journey to the city was easy. Though the sect's wealth wasn't meant for indulgence, Devor's contributions had earned him enough to secure a comfortable ride.

Carrying only two modest cloth bags, the three of them boarded the carriage and set off toward the nearest city.

Inside the carriage, the mood was warm and lively.

Devor eagerly shared stories about his time in the Azure Sky Sect—how he had learned to care for Spiritual Plants with precision, how Elder Sorin had recognized his efforts, and how his knowledge had earned him respect among his peers.

Grandpa Devor leaned forward, his eyes sparkling as if hearing the tales of a legendary hero. For a man who had spent his life in the quiet village, the world of cultivation felt like a distant dream brought to life by his grandson's words.

Yulin sat quietly for the most part, a faint smile gracing her lips. Occasionally, she chimed in, either clarifying a point or gently teasing Devor, much to the delight of his Grandpa.

The hours slipped by unnoticed, and before they realized it, the carriage reached the gates of the eastern region's largest mortal city.

The eastern region was unique, governed under the Azure Sky Sect's protection yet left as a domain for mortals. This arrangement stemmed from an ancient agreement recorded in history. While the details were murky, it was said that a sect master had once granted the request of mortals to keep the eastern lands free from the chaos of cultivation politics.

Cultivators were forbidden from interfering in mortal affairs within the eastern region, though they were free to live among mortals, enjoy their comforts, or even trade. This delicate balance had allowed the eastern region to flourish in relative peace.

Upon arriving in the bustling city, Devor wasted no time. He sought out a real estate agent and, within an hour, secured a cozy, well-built house for his Grandpa.

The house, modest but sturdy, measured twenty square meters and cost 200 gold coins. To Devor, it was a small price to pay for his Grandpa's comfort. After converting his sect earnings, he still had over 1,500 gold coins left—more than enough to meet their needs.

Once the house was purchased and his Grandpa settled, Devor treated him to a day of luxuries. They dined at one of the finest restaurants in the city, enjoying dishes his Grandpa had never even imagined tasting. Later, they visited a hot spring—an indulgence his Grandpa often reminisced about but rarely experienced.

For those few days, Devor's time revolved entirely around his Grandpa, ensuring he enjoyed every moment of their stay in the city.

Despite his joy, Devor couldn't linger forever. His duties at the sect awaited him.

On their final morning together, Devor stood outside the new house, his gaze lingering on his Grandpa.

"Live well," his Grandpa said, pulling him into a tight hug. His voice was steady, but his smile, though warm, deepened the wrinkles on his face. "You have a longer, tougher path ahead of you than I do."

Devor's throat tightened, his eyes welling with unshed tears. "I promise, Grandpa," he said quietly, his voice trembling. "I'll make you proud."

Yulin watched the scene silently, standing a few steps away. She noticed the warmth in Devor's expression—a softer, gentler side to him that rarely surfaced within the rigid discipline of the sect.

A faint smile tugged at her lips, and for a moment, she allowed herself to wonder if such moments of quiet humanity would become more frequent—or remain fleeting memories etched into the backdrop of their arduous journey.

Devor gazed at his Grandpa, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions. "Today is the day you can finally rest. Don't push yourself anymore, and use my money to live comfortably."

"I will," Devor's Grandpa replied, giving his shoulders a firm, reassuring squeeze.

Devor clenched his teeth, a wave of emotions washing over him. His thoughts felt muddled, torn between gratitude and a nagging sense of unease.

Sometimes, ignorance truly was a blessing in disguise.

As if sensing his turmoil, the system interface appeared before Devor's eyes.

[ Name: Doyu Li ]

[ Gender: Male ]

[ Cultivation: Mortal ]

[ Age: 56/57 ]

[ Spiritual Energy: 0 ]

The screen lingered briefly, a quiet reminder of the reality he didn't want to confront.

This was the result of Devor activating his Attribute Analyzer, an ability that allowed him to inspect the profiles and statuses of others.

However, the system had its limitations. For instance, when analyzing Senior Sister Yulin, the screen displayed nothing but (???), aside from her name—which Devor already knew. Similarly, if the target was a cultivator whose name was unfamiliar, the system returned only question marks.

As if sensing the gravity of the moment, Doyu Li glanced at Yulin, who stood silently behind Devor, her presence exuding quiet strength.

Bowing deeply, Doyu Li said earnestly, "Fairy Yulin, please look after my grandson while he's at the sect."

Yulin returned the bow with a faint, serene smile. "Devor will be fine there, Grandpa. In fact, I might need his help in the future."

The exchange was brief but left Devor feeling both comforted and uneasy.

After another five minutes of heartfelt goodbyes, Devor finally began to walk away from his Grandpa's house.

He glanced over his shoulder one last time, watching the old man wave from the doorway of his new home. Though the house was spacious and comfortable, it felt far too quiet for just one person.

A pang of doubt struck Devor. Had moving his Grandpa to the city really been the right decision?

"You've had enough fun these past two days with your Grandpa," Yulin said, breaking the silence with a subtle smile. "You can always return later and spend more time with him."

Devor forced a bitter smile and nodded slightly. "I hope there's a next time."

Yulin studied him for a moment, sensing his hesitation. Deciding to offer him some wisdom, she spoke gently yet firmly.

"In the world of cultivation," she began, her tone carrying a quiet weight, "anyone who seeks the peak must be ready to face certain inevitable truths."

Devor turned to her, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "What truths?"

Yulin met his gaze, her lips curving into a serene smile. "The first is that, in the pursuit of cultivation's peak, loneliness will become your truest companion."

Devor furrowed his brow, her words sinking in like stones dropped into a still pond. "That… makes sense," he admitted hesitantly, unsure if he fully believed it.

After all, his journey had just begun.

Yulin nodded slightly, as if expecting his response. Then, a glimmer of mischief flickered in her eyes. "And the second truth is..."

Devor tilted his head, waiting.

A sly smile spread across Yulin's face. The air between them suddenly felt charged, and Devor's instincts screamed that trouble was coming.

"...you must always be prepared for the unexpected!"

Before Devor could react, a flying sword materialized beneath his feet, lifting him abruptly into the air.

"Senior Sister Yulin!" Devor cried, panic flaring as he instinctively tried to jump off.

"Too late!" Yulin said with a grin, her tone brimming with amusement. With a flick of her fingers, the sword stabilized beneath him, locking his feet in place.

Devor struggled, his movements futile. "No, wait! Senior Sister, we can negotiate—"

"Double the Spiritual Plants I ordered," Yulin interrupted, raising two fingers in a playful 'V' gesture.

Devor's face twisted in disbelief. "That's impossible!"

"Then you leave me no choice," Yulin said dramatically, shaking her head as though disappointed.

In an instant, Yulin stepped onto her own flying sword. With a quick motion, both swords shot upward, cutting through the morning sky.

"Full speed ahead!" she declared cheerfully.

Whooosh!!!

The wind howled around them as the flying swords accelerated. Devor's complexion turned as pale as snow, and his terrified screams echoed through the clouds.

"Aaaahhh!"

Behind him, Yulin's laughter rang out, unrestrained and melodic. To Devor, however, it sounded like the cackling of a playful demon.

As the Azure Sky Sect came into view in the distance, Devor made a silent vow. "Never again. Never again will I ask for Senior Sister Yulin's help—unless I absolutely have no other choice!"