Immortal Cultivation: Starting as a Fortune Cultivator - Chapter 8

Whoosh!

A long sword cut through the air, speeding out from Cloudveil Mountain towards the direction of Ye Immortal City.

Standing on the flying sword, Ye Qingxuan’s thoughts were in turmoil.

He had originally thought he would spend a long time in the Ye family, but he never expected to leave this place so soon.

Perhaps this was for the best. By becoming a Blessing Cultivator under the banner of the Profound Heaven Sect, as long as his public lifespan wasn’t exhausted, he could develop steadily and safely within the sect.

He wouldn’t have to worry about living a life of constant hiding and moving around.

The spiritual energy concentration in the Di Xuan Realm was astonishingly high. Even the places where ordinary mortals lived had decent levels of spiritual energy.

Nourished by this energy, even mortals without any cultivation could potentially live up to 130 years.

The lifespan limit for Qi Refinement realm cultivators could reach 180 years, while Foundation Establishment cultivators could live an astonishing 360 years.

As long as he became a Blessing Cultivator within the Profound Heaven Sect and reached the Foundation Establishment realm, with a Blessing Cultivator’s lifespan being ten times that of a regular cultivator of the same realm, his public lifespan limit would be 3600 years.

Then, as long as he developed his Blessed Land and broke through to the Purple Mansion realm before those 3600 years were up…

With the Purple Mansion realm’s 800-year lifespan limit, his public lifespan would reach a staggering 8000 years.

Following this cycle, as long as he made a breakthrough before his public lifespan was exhausted, he could continue cultivating within the Profound Heaven Sect indefinitely.

Once he successfully put down roots in the Profound Heaven Sect,

leveraging the nature of a Blessing Cultivator’s role—staying out of the limelight—he could slowly make his arrangements, operating securely from behind the scenes.

If all went well, he might even become one of the most ancient cultivators in the Profound Heaven Sect’s history, and one with an extremely low profile at that!

When the time was right, he could find a technique for creating doppelgangers or puppets. He could use these to travel the Di Xuan Realm while his true body remained hidden within the Profound Heaven Sect.

As long as the Profound Heaven Sect stood, he could lie low until the ends of the earth, steadily advancing until he reached the peak of this world.

He refused to believe that with such an immense span of time, he wouldn’t be able to fully complement his spiritual roots?
With all twelve elemental spiritual roots eventually in his possession, what bottleneck could possibly hinder his progress?
He, Ye Qingxuan, didn’t just aspire to be the longest-living immortal; he aimed to be the most steady, the most smoothly-advancing immortal.

Having the backing of a hegemon-level power like the Profound Heaven Sect was his advantage. What he needed to do was utilize this advantage properly to ensure his smooth growth.

This was the true reason he had resolved to become a Blessing Cultivator and, through this path, join the Profound Heaven Sect.

“We’re here. Let’s go down.”

Just as Ye Qingxuan was lost in his future aspirations, Ye Yonglun had already brought him to Ye Immortal City.

The two descended from the sky and landed right at the entrance of Ye Qingxuan’s home.

“I’ll come back to pick you up in three days!”

“Uncle, would you like to come in? Try my mother’s cooking?”

“No need. Those who walk the cultivation path do not consume mundane food. It would only hinder my cultivation!”

After delivering Ye Qingxuan to his doorstep and declining the invitation, Ye Yonglun departed directly.

After Ye Yonglun left, Ye Qingxuan stood staring blankly at the familiar gate before him.

Hesitating for a moment, he found himself unable to push it open.

Choosing to become a Blessing Cultivator and going to cultivate in the distant Profound Heaven Sect was perhaps the best choice for him.

But, the only ones he felt he was wronging were the parents who had given him life and raised him in this life!

At this moment, he felt guilty for his selfishness and felt too ashamed to face his parents.

Just as Ye Qingxuan, trapped in his guilt, hesitated to push open the gate, his mother’s worried voice suddenly came from inside the house:

“I wonder how Xuan’er is doing? Has he been bullied outside? Ah!”

As soon as she finished speaking, his father’s voice followed:
“Don’t worry, mother of our child. Xuan’er has been mature and steady since he was little. He can take care of himself.”

“How can I not worry? I heard that Old Lady Ye’s boy from East Street died while out searching for cultivation resources away from the family.
If I had known earlier, we shouldn’t have let Xuan’er go for that spiritual root test. If anything happens to Xuan’er, I won’t want to live anymore, wu wu wu!”

At this point, Mother Ye’s voice began to choke with sobs!

Seeing this, Ye’s father quickly stepped forward, hugged Ye’s mother, and comforted her affectionately:
“Don’t talk nonsense and scare yourself. Xuan’er has his own path to walk. This world, in the end, belongs to those cultivators.
Although our lives seem comfortable, we are ultimately confined to the vicinity of this city, unable to truly see the sights of the outside world.
Our son possesses a spiritual root. He has the chance to see the real world for us. This is his fortune. We should support him.”

Hearing Father Ye’s words, Mother Ye’s emotions stabilized slightly, but her longing for her son grew even stronger. She whispered:
“I just don’t know when Xuan’er will have time to come back.”

Standing outside the door, Ye Qingxuan listened to his parents’ conversation, filled with nothing but concern for him. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but push the gate open and call out loudly:
“Father! Mother! Xuan’er is back!”

Then he ran over and hugged his parents, who hadn’t yet registered what was happening.

Mother Ye, finally reacting, reached out a trembling hand and stroked Ye Qingxuan’s back. Confirming he was real, she exclaimed with joy and excitement:

“Xuan’er, my Xuan’er is back! Wu wu wu, Xuan’er, it’s just good that you’re alright! Your mother was worried sick!”

Father Ye didn’t speak, but simply held his wife and son tightly in his arms!
Holding his parents, Ye Qingxuan felt a sense of solidity and peace he had never experienced before.

He had lived two lives; his mental age far exceeded his physical age in this world.

But the bond between parent and child has nothing to do with age. No matter how old he was, in front of his parents, he was still just a child.

Twelve years of their nurturing love and care were vivid in his mind. How could he easily cast that aside?

It was a long time before the emotions of the three settled down.

Mother Ye held Ye Qingxuan’s hand, having endless things to say, asking him about his life over the past six months.

And Ye Qingxuan recounted his experiences during those six months.

That evening, Mother Ye cooked Ye Qingxuan’s favorite dish, braised pork.

During the meal, Ye Qingxuan’s expression was complex. Several times he seemed on the verge of speaking, but eating his mother’s braised pork, he swallowed his words back down.

Happy times always pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, two days had gone by.

Two days passed, and it was now late at night on the second day. Ye Qingxuan still hadn’t managed to confess the real purpose of his return to his parents.

Unable to sleep, Ye Qingxuan went alone into the courtyard. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing blankly at the full, flawless, and brilliantly bright moon high in the sky!
His mind was a whirlwind of emotions!
“Perhaps… I should spend the next hundred years or so by my parents’ side, accompanying them through the journey of their lives.”

His lifespan was eternal. A mere hundred years would be insignificant in the grand scheme of his existence.

But for his parents, it was the entire, lengthy span of their remaining lifetime!
“Can’t sleep?”

Just as Ye Qingxuan was lost in thought, his father’s voice came from behind him.

Hearing the voice, Ye Qingxuan turned in surprise. Watching his father approach, also with his hands clasped behind his back, he said:

“Father, why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Father Ye didn’t answer the question. He walked to Ye Qingxuan’s side, also looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and asked in return:
“What’s the matter? Something on your mind?”

Ye Qingxuan let out a breath, as if releasing a burden. He shook his head and said with a light laugh:
“It’s nothing much.”

After a pause, Ye Qingxuan spoke again:

“Father, this time I’m back… I’m not leaving.”