I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

Lin Feng did not answer immediately.

He only looked at the distant dirt road, the rising dust obscuring his vision; he couldn't see far, he couldn't see clearly.

The Immortal Path?

Are we still leaving?

Should we still leave?

Now in his eighties, he had longed countless times to walk that path.

Now, at the twilight of his life, he has finally waited for it, but in such an absurd situation.

He slowly turned his head, his murky gaze sweeping over the white-robed female cultivator's face, which was so aloof and untouched by worldly concerns.

More than eighty years have passed, and Liu Qingqing is probably in a similar situation.

His gaze swept over the male cultivator's face again, his expression filled with regret and resentment.

But what Lin Feng saw was an underlying tone of arrogance and high spirits.

If the time could have been brought forward, he probably would have done the same.

Finally, he looked around at the villagers who were still prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals!

Yes, they are indeed different.

But fate is just too cruel.

The white-robed female cultivator noticed Lin Feng's struggle. She sighed at the injustice of fate, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"Old lady, everything is fate..."

Just then, Lin Feng opened his mouth, his voice hoarse yet filled with a hint of defiance.

"I believe that fate has its own arrangements."

"But..."

"I... I disagree."

The two were stunned.

The female cultivator in white stared intently into Lin Feng's eyes.

She saw neither joy nor fear, only the overwhelming resentment hidden beneath the murky calm.

Among these spiritual practitioners, which one of them accepts their fate?

Since we refuse to accept our fate, let's keep moving forward.

She nodded gently: "In that case, come back to the sect with us. My name is Yun Shu, and this is my senior brother, Yuan Zhong."

"Chongyang Valley..." Lin Feng looked into the distance again.

"Let's go." Yuan Zhong waved his sleeve, and an invisible force supported Lin Feng.

Lin Feng felt a sudden lightness in his body, and he was lifted into the air, following Yuan Zhong as he rode on his sword.

The village beneath their feet shrank rapidly, the land resembled a chessboard, and the people looked like ants.

The flying sword pierced the air, met by a fierce wind as sharp as a knife.

Yun Shu waved her jade hand lightly, covering the cold north wind with a layer of spiritual energy, blocking most of the wind pressure.

Lin Feng clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and sensed the unknown road ahead.

The flight lasted for more than an hour, traversing countless mountains, rivers, and lakes.

Finally, the clouds and mist in front of us dissipated.

A magnificent and spiritually rich valley comes into view. Within it, palaces and pavilions are scattered, cranes frolic, and the glow of the sunset shimmers, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

We've arrived at Chongyang Valley.

Yun Shu and Yuan Zhong led Lin Feng directly to the square in front of the main hall.

"The Innate Sword Embryo, where is the Innate Sword Embryo?!"

A deep, resonant, and imposing voice rang out, and an elderly man in a purple robe with a ruddy complexion strode out of the hall.

This person is none other than Xu Yuanrang, the master of Chongyang Valley and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

His gaze first fell on Yun Shu and Yuan Zhong, then landed on Lin Feng behind them.

The next moment, the excitement on Xu Yuanrang's face froze instantly.

"he?!"

Xu Yuanrang uttered only one word.

The dissatisfaction was almost overflowing.

"Valley Master, we arrived at the village following the guidance of the Celestial Mirror, and examined all the children, but not a single one possessed spiritual roots," Yun Shu respectfully reported, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "Just as we were about to return to the valley, our swords suddenly and uncontrollably rushed towards this old man. The two swords combined, activating their sword spirits, and the sword light that pointed towards him was awe-inspiring."

After they finished speaking, the two men respectfully presented their swords.

Xu Yuanrang immediately sensed the spiritual energy pulsating within the sword after a brief examination.

The Blade & Soul has indeed awakened.

Even the most powerful cultivators like them would find it difficult to imbue a sword with a spirit.

Only those born with a sword embryo possess the innate ability to communicate with sword spirits.

It seems that Lin Feng is indeed a born sword prodigy.

The more Xu Yuanrang confirmed that Lin Feng was real, the angrier he became.

That was the impotent rage that followed the shattering of a beautiful dream.

"This is a naturally born sword embryo!"

"Heavens above!"

Xu Yuanrang roared to the sky, his voice filled with regret and resentment.

"If it were fifty years earlier... no, thirty years earlier! Just thirty years earlier! My Chongyang Valley would surely have gained another Nascent Soul cultivator! We might even have had a chance to produce a Divine Transformation cultivator! But now... even drawing Qi into the body is difficult, and as for lifespan... I'm afraid he won't even have touched the threshold of Qi Refining before he dies!"

The other elders who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news also shook their heads and sighed, their gazes towards Lin Feng filled with sympathy and regret.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

"My lifespan is limited, so it's not worth wasting resources."

The elders quickly reached a consensus.

Lin Feng calmly bowed to everyone.

"It is my bad luck that I am so old."

"Valley Master, what should we do with him?" an elder asked, stepping forward. "Should we send him back?"

Xu Yuanrang took a few deep breaths, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and paced back and forth with a gloomy face.

"While it's not worth investing resources in, it's not entirely useless either." He stopped, his gaze sweeping across the valley before finally settling on a remote mountain hollow. "He has a natural sword embryo and the power to activate a sword spirit, so let's send him to the sword-forging room. With him by his side during the forging process, he might even be able to awaken his sword spirit directly."

Sword-making workshop?

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

That place was where the cultivators of Chongyang Valley forged swords.

Although crucial, the environment was extremely harsh.

Constantly scorched by the Nine Yang Divine Fire, the heat is unbearable.

If it were to be forged into a sword, ordinary disciples would never dare to approach.

Although Lin Feng is a born sword embryo, he has never entered the Dao. If he goes to the sword room, how can he endure it?

Yun Shu frowned slightly, but looking at Lin Feng's frail and aged appearance, and considering that he was already nearing the end of his life, she ultimately remained silent.

"It's settled then." Xu Yuanrang waved his hand. "Go to the sword-making workshop. I won't mistreat your family."

Xu Yuanrang originally thought that Lin Feng would agree to let an old man in his twilight years exchange his remaining lifespan for the prosperity of his family.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng said...

"I have no family left."

"Both parents died, he never married, and had no children."

"My family has long since disowned me."

Xu Yuanrang frowned slightly and walked up to Lin Feng.

What do you want?

Lin Feng calmly uttered two words.

"Cultivation Techniques"

Xu Yuanrang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

With less than a year left to live, how much progress can one make in cultivating the techniques?

Since Lin Feng wants to see it, then let him see it!

"Ha ha!"

"good!"

"Pass it on. All the techniques of our sect, regardless of rank or restrictions, shall be passed on to him."

After saying this, Xu Yuanrang turned around, flicked his sleeves, and left with a sigh.

A disciple stepped forward and said to Lin Feng, "Please come with me."

Lin Feng nodded silently, bowed respectfully to everyone, and then left the main hall with the disciple.

After leaving the main hall, we walked along a secluded mountain path towards the back of the mountain.

The further they went, the thinner the surrounding spiritual energy became, and a faint smell of burning began to permeate the air.

The mountain path was rugged, and Lin Feng, being old and frail, found the journey quite difficult.

Seeing this, the disciple leading the way did not urge him, but simply cast a lightness spell on Lin Feng and then continued to lead the way in silence.