Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

At this moment, the eight Qi Refining disciples who had been observing the battle from afar in the Wind-Riding Chariot steered the chariot closer, parked it to the side, and awaited Zhang Yuanjing's instructions.

Only then did Zhang Yuanjing remember something. He turned his head and said to the eight, "Quickly go to the village and check on the situation, do your best to heal the villagers!"

The eight were visibly stunned upon hearing this, somewhat at a loss, but one of them reacted quickly and bowed, acknowledging, "Yes, disciple obeys! Senior Uncle Zhang is benevolent and kind-hearted, truly a role model for us. This disciple will definitely do his best to heal and save the surviving villagers, regardless of the cost."

Zhang Yuanjing nodded, very pleased. He had thought this person looked familiar before, but he couldn't recall for a moment and didn't ask much.

Now seeing him clever and quick-witted, with a dignified appearance, he quite liked him, so he asked with a smile, "What is your name?"

The person revealed a look of joy and replied loudly, "Disciple Zhou Yuming, I went to Shumi Mountain with Senior Uncle Zhang more than ten years ago."

"Oh, so it's you, I have some impression. Yes, not bad, not bad, you're very good," Zhang Yuanjing praised repeatedly.

That time exploring the Void Demon Space, it was this kid who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbing a storage bracelet, allowing him to obtain the Spirit Locking Armor. Of course, the Spirit Locking Armor may not have really been taken from this storage bracelet. But since Liu Yuanqing insisted, he had to owe Zhou Yuming a favor.

Because there were outsiders present, he didn't want to say more, so he waved his hand, telling them to quickly go to the village to treat the injured and sick.

Then he said to You Zhongjin, "Fellow Daoist You, let's also go to the village to take a look. This place is densely populated, I'm afraid there are many casualties."

You Zhongjin's expression was as usual, and he echoed, "Yes, this snake demon is too hateful, really harming these mortals. Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Zhang arrived in time, using the might of thunder to kill it, otherwise, who knows how many more people would have died."

Zhang Yuanjing repeatedly said he didn't dare to take the credit, but he was quite pleased.

The two weaved through the broken walls and ruins, occasionally seeing broken or charred corpses, and occasionally hearing faint groans.

In the distance, there were also sounds of villagers wailing in grief. Zhang Yuanjing felt a slight sense of sadness, while You Zhongjin was indifferent, turning a blind eye.

"Senior Uncle Zhang, here is a child, completely unharmed, not a single injury, it's truly a miracle!" At this moment, Zhou Yuming quickly walked over, pulling a four or five-year-old child.

The child couldn't keep up with Zhou Yuming's pace and was almost dragged into the air.

Zhang Yuanjing was stunned upon hearing this, and he lowered his head to look at the child. The child's face and clothes were covered in dirt, dirty, but there were indeed no injuries on his body, not even a scratch.

The child looked at Yuanjing with clear eyes, suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed loudly, prostrating in the dirt, and shouted, "Immortal Master, please accept me as a disciple! I want to cultivate immortality!"

Zhou Yuming didn't expect the child, who had been silent just now, to suddenly do this, and he quickly pulled him up, scolding in a low voice, "Don't be rude!"

But his eyes were watching Zhang Yuanjing's expression, revealing a nervous look.

A clear picture flashed through Zhang Yuanjing's mind in an instant, a scene of a four-year-old child kowtowing to a middle-aged man with the air of an immortal.

Back then, a sudden "earthquake" had collapsed all the houses in the village. It was evening, smoke was rising from every household, and all the villagers had returned home, so the casualties were heavy and no one was spared.

Only two four-year-old children, because they were playful and ignored their mothers' calls to come home for dinner, hid under the willow tree by the stream at the village entrance, lying in the water catching crabs, so they survived.

The two ran into the village, unable to recognize which house was theirs. They were frightened and cried loudly, running around in the ruins like headless flies, vaguely calling for their fathers and mothers.

In the twilight, the sounds of crying and shouting crossed the broken bricks and stones, reaching far away, but receiving no response.

Just as they were afraid, the middle-aged uncle, who was like a god, appeared.

He was wearing a green shirt, a bamboo hat, and carrying a long sword on his back. The blue and white sword tassels fluttered gently in the gentle evening breeze.

His gentle voice dispelled the fear of the approaching night, dispelled the helplessness in the hearts of the two four-year-old children. "Children, don't cry, don't cry, uncle will take you to find your relatives!"

The two children were both fearful and safe towards this suddenly appearing uncle.

Their crying subsided a little, but they couldn't find their fathers and mothers, and they couldn't see the familiar uncles and aunts in the village. Their hearts were filled with fear, and they could only cry.

The middle-aged uncle comforted the children while looking with guilt at the ruined village, muttering softly from time to time: If only I could have lured that demon further away…

"Children, do you have any relatives? Are there any other villages nearby, where you have relatives?" The middle-aged uncle patiently asked them repeatedly.

The shorter boy remembered that there was an aunt in Nanshan Village to the south, who had come to visit him at home a few days ago.

He hesitated, wanting to say it, but his voice was hoarse and weak, and he couldn't make a sound.

The taller boy stared at the sword hilt and tassels exposed on the middle-aged uncle's back, suddenly stopped crying, knelt on the ground, and shouted while kowtowing:

"Uncle, are you an immortal? Please help me find my father and mother, they must be buried under these houses, please help me dig them out, otherwise they will definitely be in a lot of pain!"

There had been cultivators in Xiangshan Prefecture who had killed a wolf demon that had done evil, and it had become a beautiful story, widely circulated. Therefore, even in this remote place, there were legends of immortals. The two children had certainly heard a lot of stories about immortals.

The middle-aged uncle looked a little sad and said softly, "Children, I am not an immortal, I, I am just a cultivator. Your fathers and mothers are already dead, I don't have the ability to bring people back to life. You, please get up and speak!"

The taller boy did not get up, but just knelt on the ground, looking up with his childish and sad face, frowning and asking, "Are my father and mother dead? Have they gone to another world? Do they not want me anymore?"

The middle-aged uncle sighed softly, without speaking. It was too difficult to explain all this to a four-year-old child. He had lived alone all his life, without children or ever having taught such young children, and he couldn't think of suitable words of comfort for a moment.

The taller boy asked again, "Uncle, are you a Daoist who cultivates? Can you cultivate to become an immortal? If you become an immortal, can you bring my father and mother back from another world?"

The middle-aged uncle hesitated for a moment, still not knowing how to answer, perhaps because he couldn't bear to see the child's innocent eyes, so he nodded gently.

The taller boy used all his strength to kowtow three times in a row, breaking the skin and bleeding on his forehead, and pleaded with a weeping face, "Uncle, please take me to cultivate immortality. I want to become an immortal and bring my father and mother back!"

The middle-aged uncle was stunned upon hearing this, looked down at the boy, whose eyes were flashing with tears, revealing a firmness far beyond his age. This kind of look moved him.

He solemnly looked the boy up and down, and then reached out to touch his bones, saying with some surprise, "It's really a coincidence, he has spiritual roots, with excellent aptitude. Could this be where the opportunity lies? Not bad, it can just end the karma!"

Then, he turned his head to look at the short boy who was sobbing softly on the side, and said to himself, "He actually also has spiritual roots, although his aptitude is a little worse. However, two children survived, but both have spiritual roots, it seems that this encounter was meant to be. This karma ends here, the matter of opportunity is truly wonderful. Not bad, not bad!"

This middle-aged uncle was Qi Tianxiang, the only Nascent Soul True Person in the Xuantian Sect at the time. At that time, he was just a Core Formation stage cultivator and had not yet become the Xuantian Sect Master.

And the taller boy was Wu Yuankui, and the other boy was Zhang Yuanjing himself. It was not until many years later that Zhang Yuanjing understood that if it were not for Yuankui's words, they would have had no chance to enter the path of cultivation at that time.

Among the thousands of mortals in the world, how many can obtain the fate of immortality. Cultivators all speak of an opportunity, without opportunity, no matter how talented you are, you can only grow old as a mortal, turning into a pile of yellow earth after decades.

Zhang Yuanjing's thoughts raced, and he quickly came back to his senses. The child in front of him was so similar to his Senior Brother Yuankui back then!

He sighed lightly, deeply hiding his memories and sadness, and smiled, "You are so young, do you know what cultivating immortality is?"

The child straightened his body and said loudly in a childish voice, "Cultivating immortality is to slay demons and eliminate evil!"

Zhang Yuanjing laughed heartily, "What a slay demons and eliminate evil. What is your name?"

The child replied, "My name is Huo Xiaokai, I am five years old this year. I…" The child's eyes turned red, and tears streamed down his face, unable to speak anymore.

Zhang Yuanjing reached out to touch his bones, and also used the Qi Observation technique to check his aptitude, and he was indeed a person with spiritual roots. The karma of the past, like reincarnation, reappeared on his body. The matter of opportunity is really wonderful!

Since this is the case, he decided to take on this karma.

"Cultivation has its own rules. My Xuantian Sect is a great sect in the world, not just any ordinary person can enter. I cannot accept you as a disciple, but I can take you up the mountain, as for whether you can become a Xuantian disciple, it depends on your own fortune. Are you willing to leave with me?"

The child nodded heavily upon hearing this.

"Yuming, take him with you and take good care of him. You can first teach him the introductory technique of our sect, the Xuantian True Qi Technique. He is still young, just teach him some simple breathing techniques," Zhang Yuanjing said to Zhou Yuming.

Zhou Yuming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed.

At this time, two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators from the You family walked over and handed a storage bag to You Zhongjin.

After You Zhongjin took it, he opened it and glanced at it, then presented it to Zhang Yuanjing with both hands, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, these are the materials stripped from the snake demon's body, skin, tendons, gallbladder, venom sac, eyeballs, etc., are all inside."

Zhang Yuanjing waved his hand and said, "I have already stated before, I will not take anything!"

You Zhongjin stretched out his hands straight without moving, and insisted, "This snake demon was killed by Fellow Daoist Zhang, so the spoils naturally belong to Fellow Daoist Zhang."

Zhang Yuanjing refused again. After the two of them repeatedly declined, Zhang Yuanjing was finally annoyed, so he took the snake tendons and returned the rest, and You Zhongjin gave up.

Three days passed in a flash, and the Qi Refining disciples completed the treatment of the surviving villagers. Zhang Yuanjing bid farewell to the You family cultivators and left with everyone in the Wind-Riding Chariot.

The three You family cultivators stood on the riverbank, looking at the high-flying Wind-Riding Chariot from afar, waving goodbye from time to time.

"Grandfather, why not try to get closer to this person, I heard that he is a confidant of Wu Yuankui, the Xuantian Sect Master," You Guangyuan, who was younger, suddenly asked.

"Guangtong, do you think so too?" You Zhongjin did not answer You Guangyuan's question immediately, but instead looked at You Guangtong on the side.

You Guangtong was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a dark face and short beard, and his eyes were bright, revealing a spirit of vigor.

He pondered for a moment before opening his mouth and saying, "After all, it is just a chance encounter, rashly getting close may not win favor. It is still the right way to rely on long-term relationships to plot that major event."

You Zhongjin smiled slightly, "Then do you think we should take this Zhang Yuanjing's path?"

You Guangtong glanced at You Guangyuan, then shook his head, "With my You family's foundation, we can only take one path, it is impossible to pave two at the same time!"

You Zhongjin remained noncommittal, turned his head and asked You Guangyuan again, "Guangyuan, do you think we can take both paths at the same time?"

You Guangyuan opened his mouth and said, "Of course we can, at worst, we can live a tight life for a few decades, as long as we open up the path to return to the Xuantian Sect, any price is worth it!"

You Zhongjin let the two express their opinions, and then slowly said, "It is not impossible to take both paths at the same time. However, we must not only look at our own conditions, but also look at the other party's conditions. That person is outwardly generous but inwardly suspicious, and is inherently mean. Since we have already taken his path, if we step on two boats, and he finds out, not only will decades of planning be in vain, but the family may also be in danger of being overthrown."