Born with immortal seed

Chapter 6 Imagining the Ink Bamboo Sword

The wheat ears swayed, hanging heavily, a glimmer of green light flashed on the branches, rustling softly, and this small patch of vegetation seemed to have grown much stronger and more vibrant.

Bai Zichen lightly swept his fingers, a green light flowing from his fingertips. After a few breaths, he was already panting heavily and felt exhausted.

"Wow, Chen-ge, you're really amazing! You've mastered the Yi-Mu Qing Shen Technique so quickly. If my parents find out, they'll definitely give me a lecture."

When the chubby guy learned that he had mastered the Yi Mu Qing Shen Technique, he dragged him to the edge of the spirit field early in the morning to show him what it was all about.

Bai Zichen knew his own situation well; it took him a full forty days to master the Yi Wood Azure God Technique, which was quite slow.

Unlike other children who learn sporadically based on interest, he seriously invests a lot of energy and time in it, which only proves that he has limited talent in this auxiliary spell.

But it was the first spell I learned, and seeing the changes in the wheat after the spell was cast, I felt a little sense of accomplishment.

"Has the clan chief and the others sent back any new information?"

"No, I heard from my dad that the Qingfeng Sect has dispatched another team of disciples, and even the Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall is personally involved. It's quite a grand affair." The chubby guy carelessly flicked the marbles in his hand, sharing the information he had gathered with his good friend. "Brother Chen, with your talent, are you planning to join the Qingfeng Sect in the future?"

"Qingfeng Sect... Look, their requirements for accepting disciples are very high, especially for disciples from cultivation families like ours."

Although Bai Zichen knew that the Qingfeng Sect was a large and powerful family, and that its cultivation techniques and resources far exceeded what the Bai family could provide, he did not particularly yearn for it.

Perhaps they felt that the sect's territory was not as reassuring as their own family's, and was full of unknowns.

"I wish I could reach the fourth level of Qi Refining before I turn twenty-five. I've already talked to my dad about it. I'll go with him on his caravan trips and visit different places every month, meeting different people. That's what makes life interesting. If I had to stay in my room and cultivate for ten days or half a month at a time, I couldn't handle it."

The chubby man lay on the woodpile, squinting his eyes as he daydreamed about his future.

"Of course, it would be even better if I could have a miraculous encounter and become a sword immortal. My childhood dream has been to ride a sword through the heavens and become a top-notch sword immortal!"

"There will be opportunities. The clan has several methods for forging flying swords. When you grow up, the elders can help you forge one."

A smile appeared on Bai Zichen's lips. The price of the flying sword far exceeded that of other magic weapons of the same level. Besides its powerful destructive force and ability to be used as a flying magic weapon, a large part of the reason was that becoming a sword immortal was everyone's childhood dream, and people were paying for nostalgia.

"Forget it, I'm not qualified to be on the clan's flying sword. I'd rather use the spirit stones I've saved up to buy pills."

The usually optimistic, chubby man rarely showed a wry smile. A young man embarking on the path of immortality is always much more mature than ordinary people of the same age. "Brother Chen, you have three spiritual roots. If you are lucky in the future, you will have the opportunity to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. If you really succeed, don't forget to give me a hand."

The chubby guy had the worst five-elemental-root aptitude, so he said that when the clan distributed flying swords, he would never get one.

This lazy demeanor suggests a lack of interest in cultivation, perhaps because he knows that no matter how hard he tries, it will be difficult to achieve anything on the path to immortality.

"Foundation Building is too ambitious. Let's think about how long it will take to reach the second level of Qi Refining."

Bai Zichen also lay down on the woodpile, sinking halfway into it. It was soft and comfortable.

"By the way, speaking of flying swords, do you know the order in which flying swords are distributed in the clan, based on cultivation level or potential?"

"Hey, Chen-ge, you've come to the right person with this question. I've been pestering my mom to figure this out before the new year."

The chubby guy's gloomy mood came and went quickly, and he excitedly showed off his knowledge again, "There is only one kind of flying sword in the clan, the Ink Bamboo Sword, but it is divided into two grades. The difference is whether the main material, the Xuanmo Bamboo, is a mid-grade first-class or a high-grade first-class."

"The ink bamboo swords sold outside are naturally of the second grade. The good ones are kept within our own sect. On average, we can squeeze out one ink bamboo sword every five years to reward the cultivators in our sect."

"According to the practice of these years, the clansmen who are awarded flying swords must meet the following characteristics: under thirty years old, have the hope of breaking through to the late stage of Qi Refining in the short term, and have made outstanding contributions to the clan. Brother Chen, if you really want the Ink Bamboo Sword, you can start planning for it in a few years."

A second-rate ink bamboo sword sells for five hundred spirit stones in the market, and a high-grade ink bamboo sword would be even more expensive. For ordinary family cultivators relying on their own savings, it is something they can only dream of but never achieve.

"The initial stage of Qi Refining is given a subsidy of two spirit stones per year, the middle stage of Qi Refining is given a subsidy of five spirit stones per year, and the clan only gives twenty spirit stones when you reach the late stage of Qi Refining. Relying solely on clan benefits is too slow to accumulate money. Just as I thought before, it is best to master a money-making skill in order to get rich quickly."

If Bai Zichen really had a chance to get the Ink Bamboo Sword, he would definitely fight for it.

On the path of cultivation, striving for that sliver of a chance at immortality is a process of struggle—struggling against people, against heaven, and against the Great Dao.

"It's settled then, Fatty. When I become a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I'll buy you a prime shop location in the very center of Qingfeng Gate Market. You can sell whatever you want, and I'll make sure you do business happily!"

The Qingfeng Gate Market is the largest gathering place for cultivators in Heishan County. Every shop here can be called a treasure trove, with countless goods flowing in and being bought up.

The rent for any shop can easily reach thousands of spirit stones per year, let alone a permanent lease, which would be an astronomical figure.

Influenced by the chubby guy's emotions, Bai Zichen excitedly revealed his true feelings: his biggest dream was to become a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He lived to be two hundred years old, becoming a prominent figure in Heishan County, and also truly possessing the ability to protect himself.

……

"Broken! Broken! Broken!"

The slender Taoist pointed out with three fingers, and three golden beams of light shot out with immense force, completely piercing through the Chongxu Sword Formation. The swordplay, which was originally full of sword light, suddenly stopped.

Only then could it be seen that the three golden lights were actually three golden shuttles, each about the length of a palm, which struck the core of the sword formation, causing it to malfunction.

After more than ten days of continuous attacks, relentlessly depleting the sword energy of the Chongxu Sword Formation, and with the cultivation families sacrificing over thirty lives, the sword formation finally reached its limit. Thinking of the treasures that might be hidden on the third level of the Five Sacred Mountains Temple, the lean Taoist felt a surge of excitement. He formed a hand seal, his entire body surging with magical power, and slammed it down, causing the entire mountain to shake.

call out!call out!call out!
In an instant, more than ten sword lights shot out from the cave. The lean Taoist blocked half of them with his large hand, but five or six sword lights were too fast and rushed past him.

It was the crucial moment of breaking through the mansion. In order to allow the sect disciples to enter as soon as possible, the teams from the cultivation families had been replaced, and those facing the sword light were all disciples of the Qingfeng Sect.

The two disciples who were approaching had no time to react before the sword light took their lives, and they fell to the ground.

Seeing that the remaining sword light was about to fly further away, and the few sword lights he had caught in his hand were still jumping and leaping excitedly, he couldn't spare any energy. He could only shout angrily: "Fools, why don't you join forces and stop these flying swords? If you get away with this, the ancestor will make you pay!"

Several purple-robed elders finally reacted, summoning their magical artifacts and engaging the sword lights in an attempt to suppress and capture them.

As the grand formation dissipated, five small, hill-like earthen mounds, gleaming with a metallic sheen, slowly appeared before everyone's eyes, along with a towering stone tablet, exuding the aura of ancient times.

(End of this chapter)