Chapter 3

Outside the square for the spiritual root test, Ye Qingxuan's father and mother had already waited anxiously for a long time.

Seeing his wife pacing back and forth, Ye Qingxuan's father could not help but say helplessly:

"Child's mother, do not worry. Worrying won't help. Spiritual roots are determined by heaven; we cannot control them. Besides, having a spiritual root is not necessarily a good thing!"

Hearing her husband's words, Ye Qingxuan's mother, who had been extremely anxious, immediately stopped and glared fiercely at him.

Startled, Ye Qingxuan's father instinctively shrank back.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan's mother snorted, and her mood improved considerably.

"Eh, our son is coming out."

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's father spotted Ye Qingxuan leaving the testing square and walking toward them.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxuan's mother quickly turned her head, saw Ye Qingxuan, and hurried forward.

Under Ye Qingxuan's bewildered gaze, she spun him around in place.

After checking him over and seeing that her son was unharmed, Ye Qingxuan's mother breathed a sigh of relief and felt completely at ease.

This maneuver left Ye Qingxuan's father dumbfounded. He pouted and muttered softly:

"Is this necessary? It's just a spiritual root test. We've been tested before. What could possibly go wrong?"

Seeing his mother so nervous, Ye Qingxuan felt both amused and helpless, yet a warm current surged within his heart.

Ye Qingxuan's mother heard her husband's muttering but ignored him, looking instead at her son and asking expectantly:

"Xuan'er, how is it? Do you have a spiritual root?"

Even Ye Qingxuan's father, who had always acted indifferent, perked up his ears.

Facing his mother's question, Ye Qingxuan could not hide the smile on his face as he spoke:

"Yes! Father, Mother, I have a spiritual root."

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan's mother looked overjoyed and could not help but confirm again.

Facing his mother's second question, Ye Qingxuan nodded heavily.

"Excellent! My son is great, hahaha."

Receiving confirmation from her son, Ye Qingxuan's mother was nearly moved to tears with joy, her heart swelling with pride.

Ye Qingxuan's father, standing nearby, also approached with surprise, looked at his beloved son, and asked anxiously:

"Xuan'er, what kind of spiritual root is it?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly and said calmly:

"Father, I have a single-element, low-grade Earth spiritual root."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxuan's father paused, then patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder:

"An Earth spiritual root is not bad. Spiritual roots are one in a thousand. You kid are quite something, hahaha."

Sensing his father's attempt to comfort him, Ye Qingxuan said nothing, but confidence shone in his eyes.

"Let's go, we're going home."

Ye Qingxuan's father waved his hand and led his wife and Ye Qingxuan away from the testing square.

Three days later, Ye Qingxuan's father saw Ye Qingxuan off at the family gate.

Unable to bear the pain of parting, Ye Qingxuan's mother hid inside the room, peeking out and shedding silent tears.

Before parting, Ye Qingxuan's father looked at his grown son and said earnestly:

"Xuan'er, if things become impossible, come home! Cultivation is just like that; it isn't necessarily as free and easy as our life here."

Although he had little knowledge, he knew many rumors and had heard that cultivators with low talent outside did not live very well.

Hearing his father's words, Ye Qingxuan nodded without speaking, but determination shone in his eyes.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan's father sighed and continued:

"You are alone out there; take care of yourself. When you should be cautious—ahem, you must be cautious! Come back to see your mother often when you have time."

Ye Qingxuan gave his father a strange look and said:

"Father, rest assured! Your son values his life and will not act rashly. Mount Yunwu is close to here; I will return often to see you and Mother."

Noticing the strange expression on Ye Qingxuan's face, Ye Qingxuan's father coughed lightly and waved his hand:

"Alright, go now! Be safe."

Ye Qingxuan respectfully bowed to his father and toward the house, saying solemnly:

"Father, Mother, your child is leaving. Take care of yourselves."

Having spoken, he suppressed his reluctance and turned to leave.

Although he had been reborn through transmigration, his parents in his previous life had died early, and his own personality had been solitary.

Having spent twelve years in this world, his parents had cared for him greatly, allowing him to feel the long-lost love of parents.

Humans are not grass or trees; who can be without feelings?

Yet, the path of immortality is destined to be lonely.

Step by step, as he moved farther from home, Ye Qingxuan's pursuit of the Dao of Immortality grew ever firmer.

Upon arriving at the hall where the spiritual root test was held previously, Ye Qingxuan did not see Ye Yonglun.

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

As soon as Ye Qingxiao saw Ye Qingxuan, he waved excitedly and shouted:

"Qingxuan, over here."

Hearing Ye Qingxiao's call, Ye Qingxuan walked toward him with a smile.

Only when he reached him did he curiously ask:

"Qingxiao, you arrived quite early! Where is Clan Uncle Yonglun?"

Ye Qingxiao scratched his head and smiled foolishly:

"I also just arrived not long ago; I haven't seen Uncle Ye Yonglun."

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao began chatting while waiting for Ye Yonglun to arrive.

After exchanging words, they discovered Ye Qingxiao's family background was much like his own, except he had a younger sister five years his junior.

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

This middle-aged man was the cultivator who had come with Ye Yonglun to test their spiritual roots earlier.

Seeing the two, Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao bowed together and spoke:

"Greetings, two uncles."

Ye Yonglun maintained his cold expression, merely nodding slightly, as if born a stone-faced man.

Seeing Ye Yonglun's demeanor, the man beside him helplessly shook his head and spoke with a full smile:

"You two need not be so formal. I am Ye Yongqing. If you have any questions about clan matters in the future, feel free to ask me."

"Understood, Uncle!"

Ye Qingxuan and the other nodded in agreement.

"Very well, the hour grows late; let us depart!"

After Ye Yonglun finished speaking, he enveloped the group in magic power, summoned a flying sword and enlarged it, then carried them all into the high sky, flying toward Mount Yunwu.

Experiencing sword flight at high altitude for the first time, Ye Qingxuan could not help but show excitement on his face.

Reaching out to touch the magic sword beneath his feet, which flowed with rosy light, Ye Qingxuan sensed a cold aura emanating from it.

Ye Qingxiao, standing nearby, could no longer restrain himself, beginning to exclaim and laugh loudly with joy.

Influenced by him, Ye Qingxuan also gradually opened his heart. Gazing at the magnificent scenery unfolding below, he could not help but shout:

"Ah! I have come!"

The negative emotions unknowingly accumulated over twelve years vanished in an instant, leaving Ye Qingxuan feeling significantly lighter in body and mind.

Arriving inexplicably in a strange world while carrying memories of a past life, and having carefully concealed his secret for twelve years, how could there be no impact whatsoever?

Ye Qingxuan seemed to notice his own condition and changes. Taking a deep breath of the clear, spiritual air, a frank and natural smile appeared on his face.

A relaxation of body and mind unlike any before!

Seeing Ye Qingxuan and Ye Qingxiao's first attempts at sword flight, Ye Yongqing laughed heartily without restraint.

He saw his own past self reflected in the two of them.

Even Ye Yonglun, seated at the sword's tip with his back to the three, revealed a hint of a smile on his face.

The long sword sliced through the sky, leaving a long trail behind.

Along the way, more flying swords began to gather and meet, all groups flying from Ye Shixian City toward Mount Yunwu.

Mount Yunwu was not far from Ye Shixian City. After flying for about ten minutes, they arrived at the Ye family's true stronghold: Mount Yunwu.