Immortal Cultivation: Starting as a Fortune Cultivator - Chapter 3

Outside the spirit root testing square, Father and Mother Ye had been waiting anxiously for a long time.

Father Ye watched his wife pacing back and forth and couldn’t help but say helplessly:

“Dear, don’t be so anxious. What’s the use? Spirit roots are determined by heaven, it’s not something we can control. Besides, having a spirit root isn’t necessarily a good thing!”

Mother Ye, who had been very worried, stopped upon hearing this and glared at him fiercely.

Father Ye instinctively shrank back under her gaze.

Seeing this, Mother Ye snorted coldly, but her mood actually eased quite a bit.

“Hey, our son is coming out.”

Just then, Father Ye spotted Ye Qingxuan leaving the testing square and walking towards them.

Hearing this, Mother Ye quickly turned around. Upon seeing Ye Qingxuan, she hurried forward.

Before a bewildered Ye Qingxuan could react, she spun him around in a circle right where he stood.

After checking her son over and finding nothing wrong, Mother Ye finally let out a sigh of relief and felt completely at ease.

This series of actions dumbfounded Father Ye. He pursed his lips and muttered under his breath:
“Is all that necessary? It’s just a spirit root test. It’s not like we haven’t taken one ourselves. What could possibly go wrong?”

Seeing his mother so nervous, Ye Qingxuan found it both funny and touching, but a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Mother Ye heard Father Ye’s muttering but ignored him. Instead, she looked at her son expectantly and asked:
“Xuan’er, how was it? Do you have a spirit root?”

Even Father Ye, who had always acted indifferent, pricked up his ears.

Faced with his mother’s question, Ye Qingxuan couldn’t hide the smile on his face this time:
“Yes! Father, Mother, I have a spirit root.”

“Really?” Mother Ye’s face lit up with joy as she couldn’t help but confirm again.

In response to his mother’s repeated question, Ye Qingxuan nodded emphatically.

“That’s wonderful! Well done, son! Hahaha!”

Having her son’s confirmation, Mother Ye was almost moved to tears of happiness, her heart swelling with pride.

Father Ye, standing to the side, also stepped forward in delight. Looking at his precious son, he asked nervously:
“Xuan’er, what kind of spirit root is it?”

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, his expression calm:
“Father, it’s a single-element, low-grade earth spirit root.”

Father Ye paused for a moment upon hearing this, then patted Ye Qingxuan’s shoulder:
“Earth spirit root is good too! Spirit roots are one in a thousand. You did well, kid! Hahaha.”

Sensing his father’s attempt to comfort him, Ye Qingxuan didn’t say anything, but a confident light shone in his eyes.

“Let’s go home.”

Father Ye waved his hand grandly and led Mother Ye and Ye Qingxuan away from the testing square.

Three days later, Father Ye saw Ye Qingxuan off at the doorstep.

Mother Ye, unable to bear the pain of separation, hid inside the house, peeking out and silently shedding tears.

Before parting, Father Ye looked at his now-grown son and spoke earnestly:
“Xuan’er, if things don’t work out, just come home! This cultivation business… it’s just like that. It might not be as carefree as our life here.”

Although he wasn’t particularly worldly, he had heard plenty of rumors. He’d heard that low-talented cultivators out there didn’t always have an easy time.

Hearing his father’s words, Ye Qingxuan nodded without speaking, but his eyes revealed a firm resolve.

Seeing this, Father Ye sighed inwardly and continued:
“You’ll be on your own out there, so take good care of yourself. When it’s time to back down… ahem, when it’s time to be cautious, be cautious! Find time to come back and visit your mother often.”

Ye Qingxuan gave his father a strange look and said:
“Don’t worry, Father. Your son values his life; I won’t act recklessly. Cloudmist Mountain is close by anyway. I’ll come back often to see you and Mother.”

Noticing the odd look on Ye Qingxuan’s face, Father Ye gave a light cough and waved his hand:

“Alright, off you go! Be careful.”

Ye Qingxuan bowed respectfully towards his father and the inside of the house, saying solemnly:
“Father, Mother, your son is leaving. Please take good care of yourselves.”

With that, he suppressed the reluctance in his heart, turned around, and left.

Although he had been reborn through transmigration, his parents had passed away early in his previous life, and he himself had been introverted and solitary.

In the twelve years he had spent in this world, his parents had cared for him deeply, allowing him to experience the long-lost feeling of parental love.

Men are not made of grass or trees; who can be without feeling?
However, the path of immortality is destined to be a lonely one.

Step by step, as he moved further away from home, Ye Qingxuan’s pursuit of the immortal path grew ever firmer in his heart.

When he arrived at the hall where the spirit root test had been held, he didn’t see Ye Yonglun.

He only saw Ye Qingxiao, already waiting there, dressed in a white robe.

As soon as Ye Qingxiao spotted Ye Qingxuan, he waved his hand excitedly and shouted:

“Qingxuan, over here!”

Hearing Ye Qingxiao’s call, Ye Qingxuan smiled and walked towards him.

Once he reached him, he asked curiously:
“Qingxiao, you’re here quite early! Where is Elder Clan Uncle Yonglun?”

Ye Qingxiao scratched his head and gave a simple, honest laugh:

“I didn’t get here long ago either. I haven’t seen Elder Clan Uncle Yonglun.”

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan started chatting with Ye Qingxiao as they waited patiently for Ye Yonglun’s arrival.

After talking, they discovered that Ye Qingxiao’s family background was quite similar to his own, except Ye Qingxiao had a five-year-old younger sister.

The two of them waited there for a short while before Ye Yonglun appeared, accompanied by a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was the other cultivator who had been assisting with the spirit root testing.

Seeing the two men, Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao bowed in unison:
“Greetings, Elder Clan Uncles.”

Ye Yonglun still wore his usual cold expression, merely nodding slightly, like a natural-born stoic.

Seeing Ye Yonglun like this, the man beside him shook his head helplessly, a full smile on his face as he said:

“No need for such formality, you two. My name is Ye Yongqing. If there’s anything you don’t understand in the clan later, you can always come ask me.”

“Understood, Elder Clan Uncle!”

Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao nodded in acknowledgment.

“Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s set off.”

After Ye Yonglun spoke, he enveloped the group with his magical power, summoned his flying sword, enlarged it, and carried everyone up into the sky, flying towards the direction of Cloudmist Mountain.

Experiencing high-altitude sword flight for the first time, Ye Qingxuan couldn’t help the excitement showing on his face.

He reached out and touched the magical sword beneath his feet, which shimmered with flowing light. From it, he sensed a cold, sharp aura.

Beside him, Ye Qingxiao had already lost control, exclaiming in wonder and laughing loudly with joy.

Influenced by him, Ye Qingxuan also slowly let his guard down. Gazing at the breathtakingly beautiful scenery unfolding beneath his feet, he couldn’t resist shouting out:

“Ah! I’m coming!”

The negative emotions that had unknowingly built up over twelve years were swept away in an instant. Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt much lighter, both in body and mind.

Having been inexplicably transported to a strange world, carrying memories of a past life, and carefully hiding his secret for twelve years—how could it not have had any effect on him?

Ye Qingxuan seemed to become aware of his own state and the change within him. He took a deep breath of the clear, spiritual air and a frank, natural smile spread across his face.

His body and mind were more relaxed than ever before!

Watching Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao experience sword flight for the first time, Ye Yongqing laughed heartily without restraint.

In them, he saw his own reflection from years past.

Even Ye Yonglun, sitting rigidly at the head of the sword with his back to the trio, allowed a faint smile to touch his lips.

The long sword cut across the sky, leaving a trailing mark behind.

Along the way, they began to encounter more and more converging flying swords—all teams flying from Ye Immortal City towards Cloudmist Mountain.

Cloudmist Mountain wasn’t far from Ye Immortal City. After about ten minutes of flight on the sword, they arrived at the Ye family’s true headquarters: Cloudmist Mountain.