1-6 Beyond Talent: A Cultivator’s Tale

Book 1- The Start of Cultivation Chapter 1: Eggs and Meeting

The Soul Saint Kingdom, The sleeping giant region.

The Sleeping Giant region got its name from its famous mountains that looks like a giant of a man sleeping, from very far away, it is the home of many beasts and human settlements along its vast range.

The mountain stretched majestically, draped in a rich tapestry of lush, untamed greenery that cascaded down its slopes like nature's own wild garden. Wisps of smoke curled skyward from hidden pockets, hinting at small, unseen villages nestled in the landscape. The air was thick with the scent of earth and trees, while the sky above shifted in hues of soft blue and gold. It was a landscape both serene and alive, a quiet harmony of nature's power and beauty.

In the outskirts of the mountain, a little boy and girl were climbing a giant tree, their final objective apparently being one of its branches at the very top of the tree.

"Big brother, wait for me!" yelled the little girl who was struggling to climb the tree.

The little girl had smooth, jet-black hair, tied into two neat braids that fall over her shoulders, with a few loose strands framing her round face. Her skin is tanned from working under the sun, and her large, almond-shaped eyes are bright, full of curiosity and innocence. Her cheeks are slightly chubby, with a hint of natural rosiness. A small nose and soft, pale lips give her a gentle and endearing look, though there is a quiet strength in her gaze.

She was wearing simple, worn clothes of a peasant child, a loose, faded tunic in of a brown color, and wide trousers tied at the waist with a rough rope. The fabric is coarse, and a bit patched from years of wear. Her sleeves are rolled up just past her wrists, showing tiny hands that are a bit dirt-stained, a sign of her helping out with daily chores. On her feet, she wears simple straw sandals, though the soles are thin, and they are clearly well-worn from running across the rugged village. Despite her modest appearance, there's an air of resilience about her.

The boy, who appears to be older, has a lean but sturdy frame, slightly taller than his younger sister. His hair is black and straight, cut unevenly just above his ears, likely by his mother, with a few strands always falling into his sharp, dark eyes. His skin is sun-kissed from long days spent outdoors, and his face carries a few faint smudges of dirt. His features are starting to show the promise of the handsome young man he will become— a straight nose, defined jawline, and thin lips that are often set in a determined line. His expression is serious for his age, but there's a spark of mischief and adventure in his eyes.

He was wearing a simple, short-sleeved tunic that's a bit too large for him, cinched at the waist with a strip of rough cloth, and loose trousers that are worn at the knees. His clothing is the same rough, homespun fabric as his sister's, in shades of brown, but his pants are slightly more tattered from rough play and climbing trees. On his feet, he wears simple, hand-stitched cloth shoes that have clearly seen better days. His hands are calloused from helping with farm work.

"Little Xue Si, I told you we need to move faster so we'll have time to run home," the boy urged as he climbed higher into the giant tree. His gaze was fixed on his target: the nest of the legendary King of the Skies—a bird revered and feared throughout the region of the Sleeping Giant Mountain. The nest was cradled in a crevice on an impossibly steep cliff face, inaccessible except for a solitary branch of this gnarled tree that stretched precariously close.

"Big Brother Xue San, I don't think we should do this," Xue Si whispered, her voice trembling. "I heard Father talking with the men from the village. They said the last person who tried to steal an egg from the King of the Skies met a tragic end, and not only him—the entire village suffered because of it." She shuddered, recalling her father's grave words.

"Don't worry, Little Xue Si," Xue San replied confidently. "I've been watching this nest for the past eight months. I know this bird better than anyone in our village. Right now, it's out hunting and won't be back for at least half an hour."

"And if we can get the egg, and sell it—just imagine! We'd become the richest family in the village," he continued, his eyes shining with ambition.

"But... Father said even the people from the city fear the King of the Skies. Maybe we should just go back," she said hesitantly.

"Think about it, Little Xue Si. If we sell the King of The Skies egg, we could buy all the sweets you could ever want," Xue San coaxed slyly.

That seemed to sway her. The little girl paused, then nodded silently, her resolve strengthening.

They continued their climb in silence, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of forest creatures. Xue San reached the top first, perching on the highest branch as he waited for Xue Si to catch up.

"Now Xue Si you climb on this branch right here and get the egg and I will carry it down" said Xue San

"But Big Brother, why can't you do it?" Xue Si asked, her voice tinged with a touch of fear.

"I've told you already—I can't. The branch bends under my weight even without the egg. If I try to carry it, it'll probably break. But you're much lighter than me, little Xue Si," Xue San replied.

She hesitated for a moment, but remembering her brother's words, Xue Si gritted her teeth and stepped forward. Inch by careful inch, she edged toward the nest, where two emerald-green eggs rested—each about twenty times larger than a chicken egg. They looked as if they were intricately carved from jade, their surfaces shimmering with a captivating luster that only heightened their breathtaking beauty.

"Big Brother Xue San, there are two eggs here!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Take only one, and let's go," Xue San urged.

Xue Si nodded, carefully picked up one of the eggs wrapped in cloth, and slowly made her way back with caution. But then suddenly there was a loud screeching sound coming from above.

Xue San face instantly paled, "Oh no, why is it here already" he screamed in his heart.

Xue Si face instantly palled as if all the blood was drained from her body, as for Xue San, he felt like his heart had fallen to the pit of his stomach. They both looked up and there in the sky above them was flying in circles a giant of a bird.

It resembled an eagle, except it measured fourteen feet in length, with four wings that spanned thirty-two feet. As if that weren't enough to make any men tremble in fear, its beak and talons appeared to be made of dark green jade, capable of tearing through flesh as easily as a sword cuts through paper.

After emitting a deafening screech, the king of the sky plummeted toward the children. Xue Si was so overwhelmed with terror that even before the bird began its dive, her strength abandoned her, and she fell.

When Xue San saw what was happening, he didn't hesitate. His body reacted instinctively, leaping after Xue Si without a second thought. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her close, enveloping her in a protective embrace. Positioning himself between her and the unforgiving ground, he braced for impact, hoping to shield his little sister from harm with his own body. In that moment, his only thought was to save her, driven by a fierce love that transcended fear.

They were accelerating, the ground rushing up to meet them, but for Xue San, time stretched impossibly slow. He gazed upward at the looming beast, its massive form hurtling closer. In his heart, he recognized the truth: his own greed and foolishness had led them into this perilous situation. All he could do was hope that his little sister would emerge from this alive.

At that moment, a low humming sound pierced the air, followed by a sharp "shing." Time seemed to freeze, and he felt as though he were encased in a bubble of stillness. Turning his gaze back, he watched in disbelief as the colossal bird halted, its head tilting to one side before collapsing to the ground.

The blood started gushing out of the giant bird's neck splattering all over Xue Si's back and Xue San's face.

"Eh? Master, why did you kill it? Finding the green jade eagle after it fleed was an extraordinary stroke of luck for us!"

Suddenly, Xue San heard voices drifting down from above. Startled, he looked up and, to his astonishment, saw two figures hovering in the air where the bird had been just moments before.

"Hmm, Huo Xing, that scoundrel only escaped us because of this cursed mountain that suppresses spiritual senses. Otherwise, how could he have fled from me?" replied an older voice.

Xue San was start startled by the two people standing in the air.

One was an old man, he had an air of wisdom and strength, his presence commanding respect even in his age. His hair, once likely thick and dark, is now a pure, shimmering white, falling loosely to his shoulders, giving him a sage-like aura. His small, neatly trimmed goatee is also white, accentuating the sharp angles of his triangular-shaped face. His high cheekbones and narrow chin, along with his thin, pointed nose, gave his features an almost hawk-like sharpness, while his eyes—still bright and filled with the knowledge of countless years—glow with a faint light of power. His skin is pale and wrinkled with age, though his posture remains tall and steady, a sign of his cultivated vitality.

He was wearing a light yellow robe, its fabric light yet luxurious, flowing gracefully with each movement. Embroidered on his wide sleeves are intricate patterns of furnaces. The embroidery was done in darker shades of gold and orange, the furnaces flickering as if alive. Four golden stars are emblazoned on the chest of his robe, these stars shine with a subdued brilliance, not ostentatious but clearly marking his status.

Around his waist is a belt of deep brown leather, with small pouches. His gaze is both piercing and gentle, as if he can see through to the soul of anyone he meets, yet he offers a sense of calm wisdom to those he chooses to guide.

As for the other one, it was a girl who appeared to be a 16 or 17-year-old girl. Her long, flowing hair is an intense shade of red, cascading down her back in silky waves that gleam like fire under the light. Her hair is meticulously maintained, tied up with intricate golden hairpins and jade ornaments, though a few strands always seem to fall loose around her face, adding a touch of softness to her otherwise commanding presence. Her eyes are a deep, mesmerizing crimson. They gleam with sharp intelligence and focus, giving her a mysterious, otherworldly aura.

Her face is delicately sculpted, with high cheekbones, a sharp but graceful chin, and full lips that rarely smile, keeping a composed and slightly aloof expression. Her skin is fair and smooth, a contrast to her vivid hair and eyes, and there's an ethereal quality to her beauty. Despite her youth, there's a maturity in her gaze, hinting that she has a noble status.

She was wearing a flowing robe of fine silk, a deep crimson that matched her hair, adorned with golden embroidery that depicts swirling clouds and ancient symbols of power. The robe is elegant yet practical, allowing freedom of movement. Over her robe, she wears a sleeveless overcoat in black, embroidered with delicate silver and red threads that shimmer subtly with every movement. A finely crafted sword, sheathed in a lacquered scabbard, hangs at her waist, the hilt wrapped in red silk. Around her neck rests a jade pendant, engraved with an insignia, of a bird in flames.

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"But even so, Master, why kill it?" the girl pressed, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and pity.

"Hmph, what do you know, little Mei?" the old man retorted. "Do you understand why this green jade eagle is so rare?"

She shook her head. "No."

"There are various reasons," he began. "First, though it's only a two-star beast, it can reach speeds rivaling a three-star beast. Being a flying creature, it naturally possesses an exceptional talent for speed. Second, their beaks and talons are highly valuable key ingredients for certain rank 3 and even some rank 4 pills. And third, and perhaps most importantly, if it senses its freedom is in jeopardy, it will ignite a peculiar power, causing its two eggs to perish before they can ever hatch, of course, it has to be within a certain range of the eggs. After that, its own death is guaranteed. That's why hunting it near its nest is damn near impossible."

The young woman was perplexed by the old man's explanation. Then a thought struck her. "But Master, why didn't it use its ability this time?"

The old man grinned slyly. "It's probably because of those little fellows down there."

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With a mere flick of his sleeve, the old man and the young woman vanished from the air and materialized before Xue San and his sister, who were suspended as if by invisible hands. Xue San's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the two figures who, moments ago, had been distant silhouettes against the sky and now stood mere steps away. Little Xue Si had already fainted, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions she had endured.

"So, little fellow, will you hand me that egg?" the old man asked, a wide grin stretching across his wrinkled face.

A spark of greed ignited in Xue San's eyes. In an instant, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind. "These are legendary immortals—true immortals who can fly," he marveled. "If I play this right, I could gain something far greater than mere money from selling this egg. I must be careful with what I say."

Book 1- The Start of Cultivation Chapter 2: Giving Gold to Those who Wont Use It.

"So, little fellow, will you hand me that egg?" the old man asked, a wide grin stretching across his wrinkled face.

A spark of greed ignited in Xue San's eyes. In an instant, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind. "These are legendary immortals—true immortals who can fly," he marveled. "If I play this right, I could gain something far greater than mere money from selling this egg. I must be careful with what I say."

Carefully laying his sister on the ground, Xue San kept his eyes fixed on the old man and the young woman. He had heard tales of legendary immortals who lived beyond his village—beings who could flatten mountains or summon rain and thunder with a mere gesture. Such myths had always seemed distant and unreal, but now two of these exalted figures stood right before him.

"Think, Xue San, think," he told himself. "First, they are immortal beings with unimaginable power—they slew the King of the Skies as effortlessly as killing a chicken. Second, they didn't kill me or little Xue Si when they saw the eggs. Third, they saved us—but was it to protect us or just to retrieve the egg we have? And fourth—and perhaps most importantly—when figures of their immense power and prestige deal with someone of lowly status like mine, they don't need to kill us. Maybe it's because they don't want to dirty themselves with something so beneath them. That might be why they're asking for the egg instead of taking it by force. If they're asking, they might be willing to pay something, even if its something useless to them I don't mind, even a low-rank item from these immortals would be worth a fortune. Yes, I should take the risk. After all, it's not as if I would truly be selling the egg; it would be more like them throwing a bone to a dog."

His mind raced, thoughts tumbling over one another in rapid succession. Ever since he was little, Xue San's intellect had been sharper than that of his peers; at the tender age of six, he already knew how to seize every possible opportunity. Now, his instincts screamed that this was a chance he couldn't afford to miss.

"Hey, little fellow, what are you pondering so deeply? Hand over that egg," the old man demanded again, his keen eyes locked onto Xue San.

Xue San gritted his teeth and with a trembling voice said "N... No."

The old man was visibly taken aback by Xue San's response; after all, for someone of his status, refusal was a rarity—a word he hadn't heard in ages.

Though surprised, he felt no anger or irritation; instead, a faint amusement flickered in his eyes as he regarded the boy standing before him. The same, however, could not be said for the young woman at his side.Her delicate features hardened into a frown, and she let out a disdainful snort. "Hmph!"

The mere sound of her contempt sent a jolt through Xue San's body, as if he'd been struck by an invisible hammer. He staggered backward, his face draining of color, a thin stream of blood seeping from his nose and mouth. Damn it, I've miscalculated—they'll kill me and Xue Si. Damn it, damn it! He screamed silently within his mind.

"Huo Xing, stand down," the old man commanded, turning to the young woman with a stern gaze.

"We saved their lives, and yet this one demands payment for something we could obtain without effort," she retorted, her voice dripping with contempt.

"Ah, Huo Xing," the old man sighed, "I've told you before—you excel in every way but for that icy demeanor of yours. Mark my words, you'll end up alone like this old man if you don't soften your ways."

Huo Xing's frown deepened, but she held her tongue. The old man then turned back to Xue San, waving a hand gently. A soothing warmth enveloped the boy, washing away his pain in an instant.

"Little boy, my apologies. This little lass can be quite fierce at times, but she has a good heart beneath that stern exterior."

"Master!" Huo Xing protested, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," he chuckled. "So, little boy, you wish to sell me that egg. But consider this: my apprentice is correct—we saved your life and that of your sister. Shouldn't you offer me the egg as a token of gratitude? Moreover, I just healed you after you angered my disciple. Don't you think you owe me?"

Observing the unfolding scene, Xue San felt a surge of relief—perhaps his gamble was paying off. Noting the glint of amusement in the old man's eyes, he realized there was a chance his boldness might bear fruit.

"That's true," Xue San conceded, "but I also heard you only found the King of the Skies because of us. You were able to kill him because we stole his egg. From your conversation with the immortal goddess beside you, it seems it would have been impossible without our distraction."

The old man's grin widened at Xue San's words. He cast a sidelong glance at his disciple, who appeared somewhat mollified by the boy's reasoning, before turning back to face him.

"Well then," he said amiably, "no need for this old man to quibble with a young lad. Tell me, what do you desire in exchange for that egg?"

Yes, success! Xue San thought, elation stirring within him. But I must tread carefully. To this old man, I'm likely no more than a performing monkey or a clever dog.

"Then... could you make me an immortal like yourself?" Xue San asked, hope lighting his eyes.

The old man raised an eyebrow at the bold request, then burst into hearty laughter. "Hahaha! Little one, you're asking for a kingdom in exchange for a mere chicken egg. It would be simpler for me to take the egg and be on my way." His voice grew colder, a chilling edge creeping into his words.

Xue San felt an icy chill envelop him, the air growing heavy with an unspoken threat. "Wait... then could you at least teach me something that might help me become an immortal... please?" he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

"Now, now, little one," the old man said, the coldness dissipating. "Don't speak as if I intended to harm you. This old man has a reputation to maintain. Very well, give me your hand; let me examine something." He took Xue San's hand, placing two fingers on his wrist.

After a few moments, a frown creased his brow before he released the boy's hand.

Yes! Xue San thought triumphantly. Always ask for the impossible first; then, when you settle for something less, they're more likely to concede.

"Little boy, you're in luck—I see you have great talent, you even have the potential to become an alchemist," the old man announced, a grin spreading across his face. "Alchemists are among the most revered professions in our world. They craft pills that can transform even the lowliest of mortals into a mighty immortal," he added, his voice grave with significance.

The young woman was taken aback by the old man's words. She stepped forward and grasped Xue San's hand, placing her fingers lightly on his wrist. After a moment, she released him, casting a peculiar glance between Xue San and the old man. Without a word, she retreated to her original position, her expression once again indifferent.

Xue San noticed the look she gave him but couldn't decipher its meaning, so he chose to ignore it.

"Well, pay no mind to my disciple here," the old man said with a grin. "She was just too excited to see another person with the talent to become an alchemist. Let's see... ah, here we are." With a move if his hand, a thick book materialized in his hand.

The tome was bound in deep crimson silk, and adorned with intricate gold runes and jade motifs symbolizing elemental forces. Its delicate parchment pages featured scripts and vivid illustrations of mystical ingredients and alchemical symbols. The book emanated a faint herbal fragrance, exuding timeless wisdom and immortal magic.

"This book is called The Compendium of Alchemy: Volume One. It's the very book that guided me when I embarked on my path of cultivation as an alchemist. I stand here today because of it," the old man said solemnly.

Xue San's eyes lit up at the sight. He reached out eagerly, but the old man held up a hand.

"Listen well, little fellow," he said sternly. "If anyone discovers you possess this book, not only you but your entire village will be destroyed in the pursuit of it. So, no matter what, do not show it to anyone."

His eyes widened, hands trembling slightly, but he accepted the book nonetheless. He then retrieved the egg from the still-sleeping Xue Si and handed it over to the old man.

"Thank you very much, Immortals, for granting me this opportunity. One day, I promise I will repay this kindness tenfold," Xue San said, bowing deeply to the two cultivators before him. He carefully wrapped the book in a piece of cloth, hoisted Xue Si onto his back, and began his descent down the mountain, aware that his life would never be the same—that he now had a chance to reach beyond his village, beyond this kingdom, perhaps even beyond this world.

As Xue San made his way down, the old man and Huo Xing departed as well, carrying the two eggs.

While traversing the skies, Huo Xing frequently glanced at her master, then back toward Xue

San, as if wanting to speak but unsure how to begin.

"You're curious as to why I gave that book to the boy, aren't you?" the old man finally said.

"Yes, Master, besides, that book... " she hesitated.

"Well, I don't need anymore so."

"But Master..." Huo Xing began hesitantly.

"I know what you're thinking—his talent," the old man said thoughtfully.

"Yes, it's abysmal. His constitution is simply too weak to withstand the demands of cultivation. No sect in this entire world would invest resources to nurture such meager potential. Plus, his meridians are all clogged... even the book you gave him may bring him more trouble than benefit"

The old man chuckled softly. "Ah, you little lass, so you were harsh on the boy, yet you actually care about him."

"As for giving him the book... you needn't worry. It's not as if it's a rare item for us" he continued.

"But if someone finds out, that boy and his entire village could be doomed," Huo Xing protested.

"Hmph," the old man snorted. "Who cares? Little Huo Xing What do you think would happen if word got out that a mortal dared to negotiate with me, the great Huo Ming, a four-star alchemist? A price must be paid. So let my little joke be that price "his lips parting into a develish grin." And who knows, perhaps he'll get lucky" 

"Nothing will happen master, and you know it. With that level of talent, he will never be able to cultivate, giving him hope is just.... cruel." 

Then looking back Huo Xing couldn't help but to leave a few words of pity.

"An open door to one who will not leave,

A truth revealed to those who won't believe.

Giving gold to someone who won't use it,

Is like planting seeds on a rocky hill."

While the two were flying away, Xue San was going down the mountain, towards his home, The Silverbery village, his heart pounding inside his chest with excitement, dreaming of the day when he two would become a great immortal and Grand Master Alchemist.

Book 1- The Start of Cultivation Chapter 3: Simple Life Silverberry Vilage

"Nothing will happen master and you know it with that level of talent he will never be able to cultivate, giving him hope is just.... cruel." 

"An open door to one who will not leave,

A truth revealed to those who won't believe.

Giving gold to someone who won't use it,

Is like planting seeds on a rocky hill."

Looking back, Huo Xing muttered those words to herself with pity.

While the two cultivators vanished into the distant sky, Xue San descended the mountain path toward his home, the Silverberry Village. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, a mix of exhilaration and anticipation coursing through him. Dreams of one day becoming a great Immortal and Grand Master Alchemist swirled vividly in his mind.

After about half an hour, as the sun began its descent and painted the sky with hues of gold and crimson, Xue San finally caught sight of wisps of smoke curling upwards from village chimneys. He quickened his pace, and before long, the familiar outline of his village came into full view.

Silverberry Village was a humble settlement, home to no more than two hundred souls. It was encircled by an eight-foot wooden fence, a modest barrier against the wild creatures of the mountain. The houses were simple structures of mud and timber; only a handful of belonging to the more prosperous villagers were constructed entirely of wood. The village derived its name from a special berry that the villagers harvested and sold to passing merchants—a vital lifeline for their modest economy.

The Silverberries were named not for the color of the fruit, but for the silvery sheen of the leaves on the bushes where they grew. The berries themselves were a deep azure blue, nearly the size of quail eggs. Remarkably sweet and juicy, they were prized ingredients in delicacies and wines throughout the region. Harvesting these berries was the heartbeat of the village, sustaining its people through the ebb and flow of seasons.

As Xue San passed through the main gate, a stern voice sliced through the evening air.

"Xue San, you little brat! Where have you been all day? And you even took little Xue Si with you! Mother has been worried sick about you two. Get home now—you'll be hearing an earful!"

He had barely set foot inside the village when the scolding began. The high-pitched voice was a blend of exasperation and relief, and despite the chastisement, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Xue San's mouth. Home, with all its familiar sounds and faces, wrapped around him like a comforting cloak, even as he braced himself for the lecture that awaited.

"Big sis Xue Er I am sorry, we were just playing around not long from the village, and we lost track of time," said Xue San while turning his head to look at his older sister, he had a fiery personality but was very gentle.

Xue Er was three years older than Xue San at eleven years old, with shoulder-length black hair, often tied back into a messy ponytail, though a few rebellious strands always escaped, framing her round face. Her sharp, almond-shaped eyes are dark and fierce, constantly gleaming with energy and determination. There's an intensity in her gaze that contrasts with her youthful appearance, hinting at her inner strength and resolve. Her face is sun-kissed from spending days under the open sky, and her cheeks carry a natural blush, though they often flush red when she's excited or angry—both common states for her.

Her nose is small but slightly upturned, and her lips are often curled into a defiant smirk, though they soften whenever she's around her family. Despite her spirited attitude, there's a deep warmth in her smile when she's with those she loves, and her voice, while loud and assertive, softens when she talks to her younger siblings or her parents.

Her clothing wasn't much different from her sibling's, made from rough, hand-spun fabric. She dons a simple tunic, slightly too big for her but belted tightly at the waist with a piece of rope, and loose trousers that she's tucked into sturdy, well-worn boots. The tunic is a faded reddish-brown, and it's patched in places from rough play or hard work. A small pouch hangs from her belt, likely holding little trinkets or useful tools she's collected.

Her hands are calloused from helping her family with chores—whether it's tending to the animals or working in the outside—but they are quick and capable. She's always ready to jump into action, whether it's to defend her younger siblings from bullies or to help her father with a difficult task. Though she's often hot-tempered and prone to arguing or challenging authority, her deep love for her family is unwavering. She'll fight fiercely to protect them, and despite her loud protests or rebellious streak, she'll quietly take on extra work to ease the burden on her parents. When her fiery temper subsides, her affectionate side emerges, and she's known to sneak small treats or little gifts to her siblings, her way of showing how much they mean to her.

Xue San loves his big sister dearly, and he looks up to her, there were a lot of times when Xue San got into trouble with the other children and came home with bruises, and it was exactly this older sister that first scolded him but then after went to look for them and gave them a beating of their life for touching her little brother.

"Hmph, you brat. Let's go home," snorted Xue Er, though she was actually quite pleased to see how happy Xue San was to see her.

Xue San had three siblings: two sisters and one brother. Unfortunately, his relationship with his brother wasn't as close as with his two sisters—perhaps because the nine-year age gap was simply too vast to bridge.

As they walked home, Xue Er berated him nonstop, but Xue San didn't mind at all.

"Hahaha, little Xue San, you've made your sister angry again!" chuckled a villager.

"Oh, little Xue San, you've upset your big sister once more!" teased another.

To the villagers, the sight of Xue Er scolding Xue San was commonplace—a near-daily ritual. Xue San didn't mind any of it. And just like that, they arrived home.

"Mom, I found Xue San and Xue Si!" Xue Er called loudly as they approached the house made of mud and wood.

The house itself was small and rectangular, with only one main room inside. The entrance was a wooden door, worn smooth by countless hands, creaking slightly on its hinges. A few small windows, covered with wooden shutters or simple cloth, allowed some light and air to filter into the dim interior, but they were placed high enough to keep out the wind. Inside, the space was divided into different areas by hanging cloths or thin wooden partitions.

The heart of the home was a small hearth built into the ground, where the family cooked their meals. Made of stone and mud, the fire pit always carried the scent of wood smoke. A few basic iron pots and pans were stacked nearby, and a small wooden shelf held simple clay bowls and chopsticks. The hearth also served as a source of warmth during cold nights, with the family often gathering around it for both sustenance and comfort.

The floor was packed dirt, occasionally swept but always a little dusty from the constant traffic of bare feet. Simple straw mats were spread across the floor for sleeping at night, then rolled up and tucked away during the day to make room for daily activities. Each family member had their place, though privacy was scarce; everyone lived and slept in close quarters. In one corner of the room, a few wooden crates and sacks held their meager supplies—grains, dried vegetables, and whatever little they had managed to store from their harvest.

A single, worn wooden table sat near the center of the room, with mismatched stools or simple crates used as seating. This was where the family ate their meals, the table scratched and scarred from years of use. A few handmade decorations—dried flowers, simple carvings—hung from the walls, giving the space a touch of warmth despite its simplicity.

Outside, a small fenced-off area with a small shed behind the house held a few chickens, the family's only livestock, and a tiny patch of earth was cultivated for vegetables. A stack of firewood leaned against the side of the house, ready to fuel the hearth. Though the house was humble and small for a family of six, it was full of life, worn with the love and hard work of those who lived inside. It stood as both a shelter and a testament to their resilience, making the most of their modest means.

Entering the house, the siblings saw their mother, Rou Shui, peeling potatoes in preparation for the dinner they would enjoy that night.

She bore the weathered look of someone who had lived a life of hard labor, yet a quiet strength radiated from her. Her skin was tanned and slightly rough from years of toil, her hands calloused but capable. Her black hair, streaked with early signs of gray, was tied back into a practical, loose bun, though a few strands escaped, framing her tired yet gentle face. Her dark, sharp eyes still held a spark of determination, reflecting her resilience and boundless love for her family.

She wore a simple, faded tunic in earthy tones, patched and worn from years of use, tied at the waist with a strip of fabric. Her trousers were similarly practical, tucked into old but sturdy cloth shoes. Though her life was one of toil, she moved with purpose, always keeping her family's welfare at the forefront of her mind.

Looking up with her warm eyes, she smiled upon seeing her three children. "Little Xue Er, did you scold your brother all the way home again?" she asked with a gentle smile.

"Mom, you can't be like this," said Xue Er indignantly.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner today?" asked Xue San eagerly.

"Your older brother went hunting with your father, so tonight we're having rabbit and potato stew. So wake up Xue Si, go feed the chickens, and then wash up," said Rou Shui in her soft tone. "And you, Xue Er, go and exchange some dried silverberries for salt with Madam Wang."

"Yes, Mom," the siblings responded.

Madam Wang was the wife of the village chief. When villagers needed something, they often went to exchange goods with her, as the village was too small for a market and the caravans came only once a week during silverberry season, and then only once every two months.

Xue San gently set Xue Si down and shook her lightly. As if by magic, she began to stir, slowly opening her eyes.

"Hmmm... Big Brother Xue San, what... what happened? I remember us going up the mountain to get..." she murmured sleepily.

Before she could finish, Xue San quickly covered her mouth. "Ahahaha, little Xue Si, we're done playing—we're already home. Let's go feed the chickens," he said, steering her outside before she could piece together her thoughts.

Once outside, as they scattered feed for the clucking hens, Xue San asked softly, "Listen, little Xue Si, what do you remember?"

"Well, I remember you saying we were going to get the King of the Mountain's egg while it was away, and then we reached a big tree, and that's all," she replied in her innocent voice.

"Perhaps that immortal did something so little Xue Si wouldn't talk about the book he gave me," Xue San thought to himself.

"Yes, that's basically it," he said aloud. "We got there, you got really tired and fell asleep, and then I carried you back. But please don't tell anyone. If anyone finds out we even tried to go there, everyone will be mad at us—especially Big Sis."

At the mention of her big sister, Xue Si's face paled. Though too young to fully grasp it, she felt the weight of her brother's words.

"Okay, Big Brother, I won't tell anyone," she promised earnestly.

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After feeding the chickens, Xue San slipped behind the house and dug a small hole. Carefully he took the cloth that concealed the book, and placed it gently into the ground, covered it with soil, and patted it firmly. Satisfied that his secret was safe, he went inside to await his father and brother.

Some time later, two men entered the house. One appeared rugged and strong, shaped by years of labor under the sun. His skin was deeply tanned and etched with the lines of hard work, his hands calloused from tilling the earth and wielding tools since boyhood. His black hair was short and unkempt, streaked with early strands of gray, often matted with sweat from long days in the fields. His face was angular, with a strong jaw and prominent cheekbones, but a softness lit his expression when he looked upon his family.

He wore a simple tunic and trousers, both faded and patched in places, tied at the waist with a worn leather belt. His sturdy cloth shoes were caked with dirt, and a small dagger—used for practical tasks—hung at his side. His dark eyes were sharp and observant, though tinged with weariness. Despite the struggles of peasant life, his muscular frame and quiet determination spoke to his resilience, and his deep love for his family gave him the strength to endure daily hardships.

Beside him stood a younger copy of himself, down to the worn tunic. These two were his father, Xue Chang, and his older brother, Xue Yi.

"Haha! Today we're going to feast!" Xue Chang announced joyfully. "We actually caught four rabbits, but we exchanged two with Madam Wang for some wine and sweets. And we have good news!"

At the mention of good news, everyone turned their attention to Xue Chang.

"What is it, husband?" Rou Shui asked eagerly.

"Our little Xue Yi has fallen in love with the daughter of one of the merchants who comes here to trade," he declared. "Apparently, she fancies him too. So come next month, this young man will leave home to work for the caravan owner."

"What! Is it true?" his mother asked, surprised.

"Yes, Mom," Xue Yi replied with an embarrassed grin. "I've already talked with my future father-in-law about this, but I just didn't know how to tell you all." said Xue Yi with a grinn on his face.

That night was one of the happiest in the Xue household.

Book 1- The Start of Cultivation Chapter 4: That Old Basterd Realy Tricked Me

The Soul Saint Empire, Sleeping Giant Region

Time flowed like a relentless river; springs came one after another, and just like that, six years had passed. In this time, not much had changed in Silverberry Village.

"God damn it, that old bastard really tricked me," Xue San muttered in frustration for the thousandth time.

That night six years ago, after the banquet celebrating his older brother's engagement, Xue San had snuck out into the quiet darkness. He unearthed the book the old man had given him, took a candle, and slipped into the chicken shed. Lighting the candle, he began to read.

The Compendium of Alchemy: Volume One

The first thing he saw on the opening page was an intricate pattern of furnaces. Beneath the symbol, written in golden letters, were the words:

"Alchemy is the most ancient and noble profession a cultivator can pursue. Only a select few can walk the path of this most exalted calling. We alchemists defy the heavens with our concoctions; we are the ones who can turn mud into gold and gold into mud. Young alchemist, remember: on the path of alchemy, nothing is impossible."

Xue San trembled slightly after reading that passage; he was already shaking with excitement. Turning the page, he continued to read.

"**The path of alchemy is arduous. To become an alchemist, one must be chosen by the heavens and born with the innate talent for it. They must be able to control the fire element, the wood element, and the water element.

In Alchemy, the fire element is used to melt all the ingredients; the wood element harmonizes all the melted elements together; and the water element controls and tames the wild nature of fire. No matter how refined one's control over fire is, when it becomes necessary to temper and subdue its ferocity, the water element—as its opposite—is the final component in this heavenly triad to become a true alchemist.

The art of alchemy demands immense spiritual power from the alchemist; thus, the higher the rank of the alchemist, the greater their level of cultivation must be. There are weak cultivators, but no Alchemists are weak.

Only when a cultivator is at the peak of Qi Condensation can they begin to dip their toes into the art of alchemy. Before that, one must start by memorizing all the ingredients that exist under heaven. Of course, this would be impossible for someone at the level of Qi Condensation. Even those at the level of Nascent Soul are unable to achieve such feats. That's why it is necessary to study all the most basic materials for alchemy that are detailed in The Compendium of Alchemy: Volume One—for those who embark on the path to becoming an alchemist.**"

There were still pages ahead but for some reason when Xue San tried to read them his head hurt and he didn't understand a thing

Reading up to this point, Xue San's face fell. "Wait, so immortals are called cultivators? Qi Condensation...? Nascent Soul...? What the hell? I need to be a cultivator first to become an alchemist. That old bastard tricked me! How am I supposed to become an alchemist if I can't cultivate? And how can I cultivate if I can't be an alchemist to make pills for myself?" Xue San roared in his heart.

Beyond that introduction, Xue San flickered a few pages and saw some of the material the book contained. Extensive information about plants and other materials—their descriptions and uses.

Moonlight Grass

Appearance/Uses: Moonlight Grass is a slender plant with delicate, blade-like leaves that shimmer with a silvery sheen, especially under moonlight. Each blade stands about a foot tall and appears almost translucent, giving off a faint luminescence in the dark. Tiny dew-like droplets often collect on its surface, reflecting light like miniature stars scattered across the grass. It contains traces of solar Qi, making it ideal for concocting warming pills that boost energy and vitality.

Spirit Ginseng

Appearance/Uses: Spirit Ginseng is a small root that remarkably resembles a tiny human figure, complete with limb-like protrusions and a central body. The root has a pale, creamy color with fine, hair-like tendrils extending from its "limbs." When freshly harvested, it exudes a soft, ethereal glow, and a faint mist seems to surround it, adding to its mystical allure. Spirit Ginseng is prized for its ability to restore Qi and is a staple ingredient in many rejuvenation pills for beginners.

The list went on and on, and with nothing better to do Xue San decided to at least memorize this long list of ingredients, to at least be prepared for the eventual future when he will need them, in the hope that someday they will become useful.

Understanding that he had been deceived, Xue San found little else to occupy his time. From that night onward, he devoted every spare moment to poring over The Compendium of Alchemy: Volume One.

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And so six years slipped by. Life wasn't glamorous or exciting for him or his family; one might say that existence in Blueberry Village was as stagnant as the still waters of a forgotten lake.

The only tiny ripples came when the merchant arrived to trade goods, offering a fleeting glimpse of his elder brother and his now-wife, Cai Jin. But even those visits dwindled over time. One summer, Xue Yi informed them that Cai Jin was pregnant and wouldn't be coming to visit anymore, as she needed to care for herself and the baby. Yet Xue San noticed that whenever she did visit, there was something in her eyes—a glance of disdain—that suggested she'd rather be anywhere else. Even his brother began to wear that same forlorn look.

Two years ago, on a quiet night, Xue San slipped out under the guise of joining the other children in the village square to listen to the merchants' tales. Instead, he retreated to his secret spot to study his book. It was then he overheard a heated argument between his brother and father.

Apparently, Xue Yi had urged the family to sell everything and move to Dragon Fort City, insisting they would have better lives there. He claimed that in this village they lived practically like animals—that the ignorance and underdevelopment were so severe that there seemed to be something really wrong here.

But his father would hear none of it and steadfastly refused.

Enraged, his brother stormed out, vowing never to return until their father came to his house and apologized. After that incident, their mother spent much of her time in tears. His father tried to console her, but each time she would respond, "You two are like two drops of water—from the tip of your noses down to the way you think, act, and speak. You're both so stubborn that neither of you will back down, and I'll never be able to see my grandchild."

And so the days drifted by, one after another, in Blueberry Village.

Back to the present.

"Ahhhh... I've memorized almost everything there is to know about the plants and materials in the book," Xue San sighed to himself. "As for the other part, I can't even understand what's written."

He carefully wrapped the book in the same piece of cloth, returned it to its hidden hole in the ground, and covered it with dirt.

Early the next morning, all the villagers gathered to receive the merchants. Xue San went with his father and little Xue Si to see what news the merchants brought and to trade for some tools and necessities.

"Dad, Dad, do you think Big Brother will come?" asked Xue Si, now ten years old.

At the mention of his elder son, Xue Chang's face clouded slightly. Noticing this, Xue San quickly interjected, "Hey Father, don't you think there are a lot more people than usual with the caravans?"

Indeed, it was true. Typically, the caravans consisted of only five or six carriages pulled by horses and a handful of men. This time, there were twenty carriages and at least several dozen men clad in leather armor with swords hanging at their waists.

"Oh my goodness, I've never seen so many people coming to our village before," murmured one villager.

"I don't like this—so many people, and they're armed," said another.

"Why do you think so many have come this time? Ever since I was little, I don't recall seeing a caravan this big," another interjected.

Hearing their whispers, Xue San felt a mix of apprehension and excitement. Perhaps something significant was about to happen.

After a while, the caravan halted outside the village and began setting up camp. A few merchants approached to meet with the villagers.

"Hahaha, Mister Wang!" called out a merchant—a shrewd, middle-aged man with a round face and a neatly trimmed beard. His keen eyes darted between potential buyers and goods, always calculating. Dressed in fine yet practical silk robes adorned with modest jewelry, he projected both wealth and caution. A jade ring rested on his finger; his tone was smooth and persuasive.

"Hahaha, welcome, welcome, Mister Jin Fu!" replied the village chief, a sturdy elderly man with graying hair and a weathered face etched by years of leadership and toil. His eyes were wise and compassionate, reflecting his deep care for the villagers.

"Village Chief Wang, I have excellent news," announced Merchant Jin Fu.

Hearing that the merchant bore good tidings, the villagers' tense expressions eased slightly.

"Oh... and what might that be?" asked the village chief.

"You see, this time, a very special guest has accompanied me. She is the young daughter of the Long clan from Dragon Fort City, and she has come because she is seeking something," Jin Fu said with a slight grin.

"Someone from the city came all the way here?"

"Wow, she must be really important to have so many people protecting her!"

Amid the murmurs, Jin Fu continued, "We are looking for a specific plant—it is called the Phoenix Fern."

Everyone stood in silent anticipation, waiting for him to elaborate, but Xue San's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.

"What? The Phoenix Fern?!" he thought, his mind racing to the page in The Compendium of Alchemy: Volume One detailing the plant—a rarity among rank three plants.

Phoenix Fern

Appearance:

The Phoenix Fern is an elegant plant with fronds that unfurl like fiery wings. Its leaves transition through vibrant hues of red, orange, and gold, reminiscent of phoenix feathers. The fronds are broad and lush, with a slight iridescence that catches the light, creating a mesmerizing display of colors. The base of the plant is sturdy, with thick, charcoal-black stems that contrast beautifully with the brilliant fronds. Tiny, ember-like spores occasionally drift from the leaves, glowing softly in dim light.

The Phoenix Fern is revered for its unparalleled ability to regenerate and revive even without being refined into a pill. Contact with its fronds can heal severe burns, regenerate lost limbs, and restore overall physical strength. Additionally, it possesses the unique ability to rejuvenate a cultivator's inner energy, replenishing depleted reserves and enhancing vitality. The plant's spores, when inhaled, can cleanse the respiratory system and invigorate the spirit.

Then Xue San heard something that sent a shock through his entire being.

"For the one who finds the plant," Jin Fu proclaimed, "the young lady promises to give 1000 gold coins, and a residence in the Dragon Fort City, but that's not all, she also promises that the person who finds the Phoenix Fen will be given a spot as an outer sect disciple of the Soaring Sword Sect. Do not look down upon the position of an outer sect disciple; many would kill for such an opportunity. Even as an outer sect disciple, you would be able to learn immortal techniques, and with a bit of luck and hard work, become immortal cultivators yourselves."

Upon hearing the news, the villagers erupted with excitement, eagerly inquiring about the plant's appearance, its location, and other intricate details.

Only Xue San wore a deeply contemplative expression.

"What are you pondering so intensely?" his father asked.

"Oh, nothing, Dad," Xue San replied hurriedly.

Book 1- The Start of Cultivation Chapter 5: Phoenix Fern and Departure.

Upon hearing the news, the villagers erupted with excitement, eagerly inquiring about the plant's appearance, its location, and other intricate details.

Only Xue San wore a deeply contemplative expression.

"What are you pondering so intensely?" his father asked, a knowing smile on his face.

"Oh, nothing, Dad," Xue San replied hurriedly.

"Dad, Dad, wouldn't it be awesome if we were the ones to find this plant?" little Xue Si chimed in. "Then we could move to the city and live with Big Brother, buy lots of sweets, and Mom wouldn't be so sad anymore. Oh, and one of us could become an immortal too," she added as an afterthought, as if being an immortal wasn't as important as eating sweets and being with her family.

Hearing this, Xue Chang's face fell slightly.

Meanwhile, Jin Fu continued addressing the villagers.

"The Phoenix Fern is a plant with fronds that unfurl like fiery wings. Its leaves transition through vibrant hues of red, orange, and gold, reminiscent of phoenix feathers. The fronds are broad and lush, with a slight iridescence that catches the light, creating a mesmerizing display of colors. We have already visited several towns and villages on our way here, so know that you aren't the only ones searching for it. If we don't find it while we are here, one of the guards escorting the young lady will stay behind in case you find it after we leave."

"Oh, and one more thing, friends: if you do find it, please be careful when you remove it. Be sure not to damage the plant," Jin Fu concluded.

"Sir, isn't there anything more you can tell us about this Phoenix Fern?" one of the villagers asked.

"Yes, for example, what kind of environment does it prefer?" another inquired.

"Unfortunately, that's all the information we have," Jin Fu replied. "Now, my friends from Silverberry Village, we can proceed with our usual exchanges."

Hearing his words, the villagers went to gather all the things they had to sell or trade.

While the village bustled with activity thanks to the caravans, Xue San was making his way toward the mountain.

Xue San wasn't the only one who ventured up the mountain. Many of the younger people, fascinated by tales of immortals, went to try their luck, but they searched randomly. Only Xue San moved forward with a clear objective in mind.

"According to The Compendium of Alchemy: Volume One, the Phoenix Fern thrives in sun-drenched, mountainous regions where vibrant sunlight meets cool, misty air. It flourishes on rocky ledges and volcanic soil, which provide the rich minerals essential for its fiery hues. Gentle breezes ensure adequate air circulation, preventing moisture buildup while enhancing the fern's natural iridescence. I think I know a place that matches these characteristics," he thought.

After walking for almost an hour, he reached a part of the mountains where there was a pond of natural hot water, surrounded by plants of all shapes and colors.

Unfortunately, even after searching until the sun was almost down, he didn't find anything.

"I don't understand. This place is perfect for it to grow. Why isn't there anything here?" Xue San said in a frustrated tone.

He was already prepared to head back and try his luck again tomorrow when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw, a few hundred feet away, a flash of golden-red light with a hint of orange—like a tiny flame flickering.

"Could it be?"

Xue San rushed over, and there, between two rocks, was a tiny plant barely half an inch tall, glowing with a mixture of gold, red, and orange hues.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I've found it!" he exclaimed with excitement. In fact, he was so thrilled that his whole body trembled.

"Finally, that stupid book is paying off. If it weren't for it, I'd be wandering around relying on luck to try and find it."

Taking a moment to calm himself, Xue San carefully took a piece of cloth, filled it with moist soil, and gently removed the plant, taking care not to damage its roots.

The way back to the village seemed to take half the usual time—perhaps because he was in such a good mood. The only problem was telling his father that he wanted to leave; he knew his father wouldn't like that.

Thinking about leaving, Xue San found it strange that so few people ever left this village. It's not that people hadn't left before, but it was extremely rare. And for some reason, those who did leave—like his brother—stopped coming back for one reason or another. It was odd that the villagers weren't more interested in the outside world.

But even so, Xue San was excited. After all, with this discovery, he finally had an opportunity to realize his biggest dream: to be like that young woman and that old man—an immortal.

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When he got home, Xue San enjoyed a nice dinner with his family. As everyone finished eating, he thought it was a good opportunity to bring up his news, but his little sister beat him to it.

"Mommy, wouldn't it be nice if we found that Phoenix Fern? Then we could all go live with Big Brother, and one of us could go to the sect and become an immortal."

At her words, everyone was stunned except Xue San; he knew how curious his little sister was about the wider world.

"Xue Si!" her father exclaimed a bit louder, because every time their eldest son was mentioned, his wife would spend days sad and sobbing.

"Dear, don't yell at Xue Si. And you, Xue Si, I know you also miss your elder brother but finding that Phoenix Fern seems impossible. I heard Madam Wang saying they've searched many places along the mountain range and haven't found anything," said Rou Shui.

Hearing his mother's words, Xue San grinned and said, "Oh, that's easy then." With that, he got up and went outside. A few minutes later, he returned with a piece of cloth. Carefully unwrapping it in front of everyone's eyes, he revealed a little piece of fern with some dirt around its roots. It was barely half an inch tall and had three colors on its leaves: gold, orange, and red.

Everyone was stunned, and the silence lasted for more than a few minutes. When Xue San was getting nervous and was about to say something, his older sister broke the silence.

"It's... it's the Phoenix Fern! How did you find it, Little Brother?" she asked in amazement.

"I was just lucky, I guess. I went up the mountain and found it. But with this, we can give it to the young lady of the Long Clan and receive the rewards we were promised," Xue San said.

Xue Chang and Rou Shui were both astonished by their son's luck.

"Honey... what do you think?" Rou Shui asked hesitantly.

Xue Chang was silent for a moment, then said, "I think... our family is more important than staying here." Everyone understood his meaning, and they were happy to hear those words. "Tomorrow, I'll ask Jin Fu to help me deliver the Phoenix Fern to that young lady."

Early the next morning, Xue Chang went to find Jin Fu and deliver the Phoenix Fern. Jin Fu was stunned when he saw the plant before him; it didn't take long for him to present it to the young lady.

"Miss Long Huo, one of the villagers actually found it. All the money you spent to hire that Heavenly Seer paid off," said Jin Fu with a bright smile.

"Good. I was already getting worried he was a scammer. If we hadn't found anything, I would have chopped his head off the moment we got back to Dragon Fort City," she replied.

The young lady before him was Long Huo, she exuded a blend of youthful grace and strength. Her long blue hair flowed like a cascade of silk, shimmering with each subtle movement. Her eyes were mesmerizing and unconventional—one a deep emerald green, the other a striking blue—creating a captivating and mysterious allure. These dual-colored eyes glowed faintly with the energy of cultivation, showcasing a focus and determination beyond her years.

Her face was soft yet striking, with delicate features that hinted at her noble lineage. She wore a robe of deep blue, embroidered with tiny dragons soaring through the sky—a symbol of her clan. A silver belt adorned with small birds cinched her waist. At her side hung a slender sword, its hilt wrapped in white silk, ever ready for action. Despite her young age, her posture was confident, her movements fluid, reflecting the extensive training she had undergone. There was a quiet fierceness within her.

But Jin Fu knew that beneath her beauty lay a slightly selfish and shrewd nature, often prioritizing her own advancement in cultivation and carefully navigating alliances to benefit herself. This cunning edge made her both a formidable ally and a cautious rival among the younger generation of Dragon Fort City, as she always placed her personal ambitions above all else.

"With this, the position of the Soaring Sword Sect core disciple is mine. Tell everyone to prepare—we are returning at once," declared Long Huo.

"Young Lady Long, there remains the matter of compensating the person who found the Phoenix Fern," Jin Fu reminded her gently.

"Hmph! Just toss them some gold coins; that should suffice for someone from this backwater village. Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed such poverty and ignorance existed. Even the slaves in our household live better and are more educated than these people," Long Huo replied, her tone dripping with contempt.

Jin Fu managed a wry smile; he had anticipated such a reaction from the young lady of the Long clan. She had achieved her objective, and these villagers were of no further use to her. But he, Jin Fu, still needed to maintain good relations, for he would return here to conduct business.

"Young Lady Long, I understand your perspective, but consider the damage to your reputation and that of your clan if word were to spread that the Long clan does not honor its promises—especially when the cost is something the clan can easily afford. Do you think that a mere thousand gold coins and a residence in Dragon Fort City are worth more than the prestige of the Long clan, and the position of a core disciple?" Jin Fu said, hoping to persuade her. His words seemed to strike a chord, for a deep frown creased her brow.

"Hmph! Jin Fu, don't think I don't see what you're trying to do. I don't know why you want to help a nobody, but as one of our main business partners, I will give you face. Still—that is worth much, much more, and for a nameless nobody?." Long Huo retorted, her eyes narrowing.

"Young Lady, the cultivators of the Soaring Sword Sect place great importance on reputation. Your words would be worth more than thousands of gold coins, and the higher one's position, the more scrutiny one faces. I've heard that competition among the core disciples is even more fierce than, that of the inner sect disciples. Even something as small as this could become something detrimental to you" Jin Fu continued, his voice measured and persuasive—the tools of his trade.

"Goddamn it! Hmph, very well." Long Huo grumbled through gritted teeth.

After a moment, she composed herself. "We need to depart immediately. Who knows if someone else got lucky and found the Phoenix Fern? This region is vast, and we cannot afford delays. Inform everyone that we are leaving now," she commanded.

"Yes, my lady," Jin Fu bowed and exited her tent.

"Damn it, if he performs poorly it will also reflect poorly on me." Long Huo muttered to herself, her frustration palpable. "Well it doesn't matter, there are ways to dispose of him later"

In the Xue household, excitement buzzed as Jin Fu arrived to deliver the good news: upon their arrival in Dragon Fort City, they would receive the money and the deeds to a new house. However, they needed to pack up immediately, for the young lady was in a hurry.

Xue Chang was taken aback by the suddenness. He had hoped to bid proper farewells to everyone and settle affairs before leaving. "Must we depart today?" he asked. "I was hoping we could leave when the merchants came by next time."

Jin Fu shook his head gently. "I'm afraid delaying would mean forfeiting your son's chance to join the Soaring Sword Sect," he explained.

Xue San's face fell upon hearing this. He knew his father wasn't concerned with immortals; he simply didn't want the family to be separated. It was for the sake of keeping everyone together that he had agreed to move. But his father's next words shook him to the core.

"Then we will stay here and wait for the next caravan to take us to Dragon Fort City. Sir Jin Fu, could you take my son with you so he doesn't miss his chance? Any expenses you incur on his behalf can be deducted from the thousand gold coins," Xue Chang said resolutely.

"Hahaha, Mister Xue Chang, there's no need to worry about expenses or parting with your reward. And even if I did deduct costs, you wouldn't feel the loss—after all, you're a wealthy man now. With a thousand gold coins, none of you will need to worry about work anymore," Jin Fu replied warmly.

The family of four stared in astonishment; they had no concept of the true value of gold coins. The largest currency they had ever dealt with was copper.

"Rest assured, Mister Xue Chang," Jin Fu continued, "when I return next time, I will explain everything in greater detail during our journey to the city. But for now, we must depart promptly. The young lady is in haste, and we wouldn't want to make a poor impression."

Soon after, Xue San was packed and ready—not that there was much to take. His possessions were few. Jin Fu kindly lent him a leather bag, into which he placed a spare pair of shoes, some clothes, and beneath it all, wrapped in a tattered piece of cloth, was his greatest treasure.

He had considered leaving the book behind, but when Jin Fu mentioned it could be a long time before he see his family again, Xue San decided to bring it along. In the worst-case scenario, he could part with the book; he had already committed its contents to memory and he could learn the rest at the sect.

After tearful farewells from his sisters and mother, Xue San found himself in a carriage moving away from the only home he had ever known. His heart wasn't pounding with fear or excitement; instead, he felt as if chains that had bound him were breaking, freeing him to soar into the skies and beyond.

"Well, youngster, is this your first time leaving the village?" Jin Fu asked, a twinkle in his eye.

Xue San nodded quietly.

"You'll see many new things from now on. But your village is truly..." Jin Fu hesitated, searching for the right words.

"My brother said we were living worse than slaves—that this was a backwater place," Xue San offered, his gaze steady.

Jin Fu gave an awkward smile but nodded. " Well, I wouldn't say it like that. but your village is truly peculiar, it's like a place frozen in time. There are so few of you, and besides the Silverberies there isn't anything else. And, curiously, none of you seem to like traveling, and those who do never seem to return and..."

"Sir Jin Fu," Xue San interrupted gently, "could you tell me about the outside world and the immortals?" His eyes shone with curiosity, eager to shift the conversation.

"Certainly," Jin Fu agreed. "It would be best to teach you as we travel, so you don't inadvertently embarrass the young lady."

As the carriage rolled onward, Xue San felt a mix of anticipation and resolve. The world was vast and unknown, but he was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.

Book 1- The Start of Cultivation Chapter 6: Arraving At Dragon Fort City

Jin Fu gave an awkward smile but nodded. " Well, I wouldn't say it like that. but your village is truly peculiar, it's like a place frozen in time. There are so few of you, and besides the Silverberies there isn't anything else. And, curiously, none of you seem to like traveling, and those who do never seem to return and..."

As the carriage rolled onward, Xue San felt a mix of anticipation and resolve. The world was vast and unknown, but he was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.

"Certainly," Jin Fu agreed. "It would be best to teach you as we travel, so you don't inadvertently embarrass the young lady."

As the carriage rolled onward, Xue San felt a mix of anticipation and resolve. The world was vast and unknown, but he was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.

"So, youngster, where should we start first?" asked Jin Fu with a smile.

"Immortals—tell me about the immortals and about the Soaring Sword Sect," Xue San said, full of excitement.

What Jin Fu said next shook Xue San to his very core.

"Hahaha... Well, actually, they aren't really immortals."

"What?!" Xue San's eyes widened so much they seemed about to pop out, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

Seeing his reaction, Jin Fu's smile grew even wider. "Hahaha, well, I am sure that immortals do exist, but we as a kingdom don't have one. Even the three great sects don't have one. What you refer to as an immortal is actually called a cultivator."

"Cultivators?"

"Yes, cultivators. Cultivators are people who use the energy of heaven and earth—or, in other words, spiritual energy—to train and fight against the heavens to improve themselves and maybe one day succeed in becoming true immortal beings. They use this spiritual energy and convert it into power for themselves." Seeing the look on Xue San's face, Jin Fu continued.

"But not everyone can become a cultivator. One must be born with a certain talent for cultivation."

"Talent?" Xue San inquired.

"Yes. Think of it this way: if you had one gold coin to spend on water, would you buy a glass or a large basin?"

"The basin," Xue San answered without hesitation.

"Exactly. So why would someone invest resources, time, and energy to train someone with lesser talent when they could train someone with greater potential? That's why the selection criteria are so strict, and not many people can get into the sect to cultivate."

"I see," Xue San responded, a worried look crossing his face.

Jin Fu added, "Hahaha, you don't need to worry. With Miss Long Huo's status, she can definitely get you in as an outer sect disciple. Even if you come from a humble background, you could still cultivate and enjoy the benefits of being an outer sect disciple."

Xue San. He knew he could cultivate—the old man had said he could have good talent and he could also become an alchemist, so he must have the talent. He somehow felt that the outer sect was too low for someone like him

Noticing his look Jin Fu added, "Don't look down on the position of outer sect disciple, just by becoming one you are already ahead of thousands."

Xue San just nodded

"Then what about the three great sects?" he asked.

"Long ago, this land was considered a desolate wilderness with people scattered here and there, and sects both big and small everywhere. Then a struggle for supremacy broke out, and everyone united under one of three major forces: the Soaring Sword Sect, the War God Sect, and the Spirit Cauldron Sect. The Soul Saint King was once a disciple of the Soaring Sword Sect, but he eventually became so powerful that he decided to establish a kingdom that would last through the ages. With the assistance of the Soaring Sword Sect, he did just that. But to completely destroy the other two great sects required a great sacrifice, because the other two forces combined weren't easy to deal with. Over time, the conflict grew bloodier and bloodier, so eventually, the other two sects acknowledged the Soul Saint King as the ruler of the land. A balance was reached, with the royal family at the head."

"I see. Then how powerful is the king?" Xue San asked.

"His Majesty, the Soul Saint King, is a peak-level Nascent Soul cultivator," Jin Fu said proudly.

"Nascent Soul?" Xue San repeated, confusion evident in his eyes.

"Oh, right—I forgot how much you don't know," Jin Fu chuckled. "When a cultivator begins their journey, they start at the Qi Condensation stage, which is divided into three phases: the early stage—from the first to the third level; the middle stage—from the fourth to the sixth level; and the late stage—from the seventh to the ninth level. Next comes the Foundation Establishment stage, which is also divided into nine stages such as Qi Condensation. After that is the Core Formation stage, which is also split into three phases, though I don't know much about it. Finally, there's the legendary Nascent Soul stage. In our entire kingdom, the Soul Saint King is the most powerful expert, having reached the peak of the Nascent Soul realm."

"So, does one become an immortal after the Nascent Soul realm?" Xue San inquired.

"Well... I actually don't know what comes after," Jin Fu admitted with an awkward smile. "I'm a mortal merchant, after all."

"Mr. Jin Fu, you also mentioned that my family was well off now. What did you mean by that?" Xue San asked, recalling the conversation Jin Fu had with his father before departing.

"Ah, that. Well, it's actually quite simple. In Dragon Fort City, the average annual income of a family is about 50 silver coins. Mind you, those 50 silver coins are enough for an average family to pay rent, clothe themselves, feed their household, and even have some spare change to enjoy a few luxuries. Now, I know you've only dealt with copper coins, but do you know how much a silver coin is worth compared to a copper one?" Jin Fu asked with a teasing smile.

"How much?" Xue San asked, anticipation evident in his voice.

"One silver coin is equal to 10 copper coins!"

When Xue San heard this, his eyebrows nearly leaped off his face. "Then how much is a gold coin?"

"One gold coin is worth... 10 silver coins," Jin Fu replied.

"Oh my god!" Xue San exclaimed inwardly. They were rich—truly rich! An average household would have to work for 200 years without spending a single coin just to save this much, and they already owned a house in the city.

Jin Fu continued, "When we get to the city, you can stay with me or at your own house, but I believe you won't be able to rest long. If I am not mistaken, after we get to the city, you'll have at most two days to rest. So during our travel, I will teach you whatever I can so that you don't embarrass yourself in front of the young lady. Because if you upset her, not only you but your entire family might suffer because of your actions."

Hearing this, Xue San's heart stiffened, how can a person hurt an entire family just because os the mistake of one individual? "I will do my best, Mr. Jin Fu," he said, clasping his hands in salute and bowing deeply.

The road to Dragon Fort City was a long one, but Jin Fu told him that it had taken them almost three months to reach his village. However, because they were rushing back, they wouldn't be making any stops along the way, so they should be able to return in at most three weeks.

Even though they were hurrying, Xue San saw a multitude of people coming and going, one day he even witnessed an incident where the guards had to intervene because of a group of a group of bandits.

It was his first time seeing cultivators in action, not counting the old man and the young woman from all those years ago.

He watched as the guards swung their swords, and the heads of the bandits flew—their foes cut down as effortlessly as harvesting wheat. But the most astonishing sight was the captain of the guards—a big, burly man with a beard so thick you couldn't even see his lips—who, with a single swing of his sword, struck down a man twenty feet away. Xue San vividly remembered how a bright beam of blue light shot from the sword and struck the man.

Although what he saw was fascinating in a way, he had never witnessed such violence growing up in his village, and frankly, he was frightened by the gruesome sight. For the next few days of the journey, a knot tightened in his stomach. He was afraid of the outside world; he questioned the choice he had made. This was the first time he wavered in his determination to become a cultivator.

Noticing his distress, Jin Fu decided to speak with him, explaining that the outside world was indeed harsh and that the hearts of men were hard to fathom. "If you don't have the stomach for it," Jin Fu advised, "it might be better to stay with your family and enjoy life in the city."

"Xue San, to become a cultivator means to go against the heavens," Jin Fu continued solemnly. "You are literally robbing the fortune and power of the heavens, defying the natural order when you try to become an Immortal. The things you have seen here are nothing compared to the competition in the world of cultivators."

These words weren't meant to encourage but to convey the stark reality of the path ahead. Yet deep within, a feeling urged Xue San not to give up, to take that final step and enter the grand world of cultivation.

"No, Xue San, you can't go on like this," he told himself. "I need to overcome this fear of the unknown. Remember what the elder once said: 'Conquering fear doesn't mean never being afraid; it means refusing to let fear control your destiny.' Yes, I won't let this fear of the unknown take control of me."

With newfound resolve, Xue San sought out Jin Fu and asked to resume their daily lessons on etiquette, language, mathematics, and more.

Jin Fu was astonished at the rapid pace at which Xue San absorbed information and grasped new concepts. "Ah... why can't my own children be like this?" he lamented to Xue San.

And just like that, almost a month went by.

"I can see it!" shouted one of the guards.

About a mile ahead, Xue San spotted something that looked like a small black mountain. But as they drew closer, he realized it was a massive wall made of some kind of black rock. These walls towered into the sky, their surfaces smooth yet imposing, etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly with mystical energy.

Towering buildings soared upward as if striving to pierce the very heavens, their spires and pagodas adorned with gilded edges and intricate carvings depicting dragons, phoenixes, and celestial beings. Crafted from a blend of stone and enchanted materials, the structures shimmered subtly under the sunlight.

The road they traveled was teeming with people coming and going; he had never seen so many in his life. Everything was new and exhilarating.

As they approached the main gate, people began to step aside upon seeing the Long Clan insignia on one of the carriages. A guard at the gate stepped forward and saluted the carriage where Long Huo was seated.

"Young Miss, welcome back! I will immediately clear the road for you!"

With that, he proceeded ahead, making everyone waiting in line move aside so they could pass.

Inside the city, the streets bustled with life. Market stalls overflowed with exotic goods: herbs emitting fragrant aromas, vendors claiming to have the best meat in the entire city, and shops selling swords, shields, whips, armor—everything one could imagine was available.

Xue San was awestruck; everyone looked so clean and pristine, a stark contrast to the people in his village.

"Xue San, I know this is overwhelming, but now that we're here, we need to get you out of those clothes after all you can't be seen near the young lady like this" Jin Fu said. "Remember, she is a hard woman to please and doesn't tolerate mistakes. You need to make a good impression on her."

Hearing that he was about to meet Young Lady Long Huo, he felt a surge of nervousness. After all, she was only fourteen years old, just like him, but people were saying that she was a once-in-a-millennium genius. Coming from the prestigious Long Clan, she was already at the eight stage of Qi Condensation and was more powerful than many of the guards who escorted them here.

Among the younger generation of Dragon Fort City, she was known as the Bluegreen Dragon because of her peculiar eye color.

"Let's go; I'll take you to one of my stores. We'll find something suitable for you to wear, and after that, we can go to my house and..."

But before he could finish, Xue San interrupted. "No, thank you very much for your hospitality, Mr. Jin Fu, but if you don't mind, I would like to stay in the house where my family will be living. If I won't be able to see them, I'd at least like to be there, even if only for a little while."

Jin Fu smiled and nodded. "Very well, then."

After walking for a while, they arrived at a grand store with a large sign that read "The God's Silk Palace." Gazing up at the three-story edifice adorned with ornate carvings and shimmering silk banners, Xue San was astonished.

Inside, the store housed no more than a few dozen customers, yet each exuded an air of importance and refinement. As they stepped in, a well-dressed man spotted Jin Fu and hurried over, his face lighting up with a broad smile.

"Hahaha, Mr. Jin Fu! We weren't expecting you back so early from your travels."

"Hahaha, my friend, it's good to see you. Actually, this time I had to return earlier because of this young friend here," Jin Fu replied, nodding toward Xue San.

The man glanced at Xue San, his eyes flickering with a hint of disdain thinly veiled behind his courteous facade. "Oh, and who might this young friend be?" he inquired politely.

"My name is Xue San," replied Xue San, his tone neither rude nor submissive.

The man seemed slightly taken aback by Xue San's straightforwardness, but with Jin Fu present, he chose to let it pass.

At that moment, Jin Fu added, "He is the one who received the reward from young Miss Long Huo."

A sudden hush fell over the store; it was so quiet that one could hear the soft rustle of silk garments. The man's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Recovering quickly, he turned to Xue San with newfound interest.

"Ah, my young friend, you must have had a challenging life. You've already been greatly rewarded by the young miss. Why not pass the spot of outer sect disciple to me? In exchange, I'll offer you another hundred gold coins."

"Humph! Another hundred? In your dreams!" interjected a middle-aged woman, her eyes gleaming with ambition. "Boy, don't listen to him. Sell it to me, and I'll give you an additional five hundred gold coins."

"No, sell it to me! I'll pay one thousand gold coins!" shouted another customer, his voice rising above the murmurs.

Xue San stood there, utterly bewildered by the sudden clamor and the avarice displayed before him.

"Hahaha, now you see just how great an opportunity this is," Jin Fu remarked with a knowing smile. "Well, just ignore them. Let's proceed to the third floor. And if you truly wish to sell the position, consider selling it to me. I'll offer you one thousand extra gold coins above the highest bid."

With those words, a profound silence enveloped the first floor of the shop, the patrons left speechless by Jin Fu's declaration.