Immortal Clan: I have a Tree of Creation

The immortal in green robes remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded slightly: "Come here."

"Li Qianyao, ten years old, from Anshan County, ascended the platform with the Xuan Stone and entered the Qingchi Immortal Sect!" Lu Qingxuan's voice rang out again, filled with obvious surprise, and he looked at Li Mao with approval.

Become!

County Magistrate Li Mao finally loosened his clenched fist, revealing a damp, cold sweat on his palm.

He let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes filled with a sense of relief and an undisguised excitement and joy.

Only three people remained on the field: a tall boy, a girl in red, and... Zhou Yuanqing.

Seeing that all hope was lost, the young man's eyes turned completely red, and he roared as he stepped toward the black stone once more.

He used his fingers to dig deeply into the gap between the stone and the ground.

"Aaaaah!" he growled like a wild beast.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging like earthworms, his nails were cracked, and fresh blood was dripping down between his fingers, which looked particularly glaring in the dim blue light.

Even so, the mysterious stone remained as stable as a rock, without being disturbed by even a speck of dust.

Desperate tears mingled with sweat streamed down his contorted face. He finally broke down, collapsing to the ground and letting out a heart-wrenching wail.

The methods of immortals cannot be shaken by brute force.

"I...I can't move it." The girl in red also had tears in her eyes.

All eyes were now focused on the last handsome and calm young man.

Only Zhou Yuanqing remained.

Zhou Yuanqing took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes, trying to enter that familiar state of mind he had when reading.

In the past, whenever he picked up a book and silently recited the writings of sages, it seemed as if only he and the words remained in the world, and his heart was clear and undisturbed.

"Virtue establishes reputation, and form embodies uprightness. Be filial to parents with utmost effort, and loyal to the ruler to the utmost devotion. Uphold truth and fulfill one's aspirations, and maintain refined conduct."

"To acknowledge one's mistakes and correct them is essential; a trustworthy messenger can deliver a reply..."

The words of the Thousand Character Classic flowed silently in his heart, like a clear spring, trying to cleanse the turmoil in his mind.

Zhou Yuanqing concentrated all his energy and slowly reached out with both hands towards the dark blue stone.

A miracle seems to be happening!

Under the watchful eyes of countless tense figures, the Xuan Stone, heavier than Mount An, actually trembled slightly in Zhou Yuanqing's hand.

Immediately afterwards, a very faint but real buoyancy was transmitted to his palm.

The weight of the stone was decreasing, and it began to lift off the ground extremely slowly and with great difficulty.

"It moved! It moved!"

"That kid from Jinyang Village, he picked it up!"

"There's great potential! Look!"

A gasp and exclamations erupted from the audience, as if they had seen the last glimmer of light in the darkness.

The elderly father, Zhou Chengnan, clenched his fists in the distance.

His eyes were filled with hope, and he even held his breath.

pity......

Just as the black stone was about an inch off the ground, Zhou Yuanqing was about to lift it up with all his might.

Unexpected changes occurred again.

Scenes flashed through Zhou Yuanqing's mind.

Like a flood bursting its banks, it swept away his carefully constructed mental defenses without warning, yet with unparalleled clarity.

It was when his younger brother, Zhou Yuanyi, was caught stealing corn and cried with snot and tears all over his face, hugging his leg and calling out, "Third brother is the best!"—that dependent and pitiful little face.

It was the image of the eldest brother, Zhou Yuanshan, sweating profusely on the ridge of the field, each strike carrying a faint thunderous force, his resolute and focused profile as sweat dripped into the soil.

When his second sister, Zhou Yuanyu, skipped in and presented him with the rag doll embroidered with a general with a sword, her eyes were filled with pure joy and warmth.

It was the simple, warm tranquility of my mother, Wang Shuzhen, mending clothes under the lamp, her eyes gentle, the aroma of cured meat wafting from the stove.

Finally, the image of that incredibly tall figure lingers deep in my memory.

That year, in front of the Yang family mansion.

With each step his father, Zhou Chengnan, took, the bluestone slab shattered.

The father's silhouette was like a mountain, like the sea; it was the towering deity in young Zhou Yuanqing's heart, the sole support and warmth of the family...

"The cold comes and the heat goes, autumn harvests and winter stores..."

The Thousand Character Classic in his mouth instantly lost all its power.

The warmth of home and the smiles of loved ones are irreplaceable.

At this moment, it became something heavier and more irreplaceable than ten thousand catties of black stone.

"Thump—!"

A dull thud struck, like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of all those watching.

The dark blue stone fell from Zhou Yuanqing's suddenly weakened hands and crashed heavily back to the ground.

The light flickered slightly, as if emitting a silent sigh.

It became as stable as a rock again, impossible to shake in the slightest.

Zhou Yuanqing stared blankly at the stone on the ground, his face instantly draining of color and turning deathly pale.

He failed; he couldn't do it.

His body swayed slightly, and his lips moved silently.

He lowered his head deeply and helplessly.

An endless sense of loss, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed him.

On the high platform, the indifferent gaze of the immortal in green robes swept over Zhou Yuanqing's distraught figure.

In those clear, cold eyes, even the last faint ripple faded into silence.

The immortal in green gently shook his head.

"If worldly desires run too deep, even those with exceptional spiritual talent will not succeed."

She no longer looked at anyone in the room; her clear voice, like the clash of cold jade, severed all last hope.

That's enough for now.

"The Qingchi Sect has accepted two disciples."

His words echoed throughout the venue, bringing a cold and resolute end to this grand gathering of immortals that had captivated the entire county.

Inside the training ground, only a suffocating silence remained, along with countless heavy or silent sighs.

The light in Zhou Chengnan's eyes gradually dimmed, and his straight shoulders seemed to hunch over instantly.

A chance to ascend to immortality is rare, and all these years of hard work have not been able to help my son reach the gates of immortality.

He looked at his second son, who was sitting in the middle of the field with his head down and his figure looking particularly thin, and all he felt was concern.

No one knows his son better than Zhou Chengnan.

The eldest brother learned martial arts, the second sister did needlework, and the youngest brother, Zhou Yuanqing, studied diligently from a young age, hoping to become the pillar of the family like his eldest brother and second sister.

Cultivating immortality was not only Zhou Chengnan's expectation, but also Qing'er's deepest longing.

This failure in the selection must have been an unimaginable blow to Qing'er.

"Qing'er, let's go home with Daddy." Zhou Chengnan gently waved his hand.

A huge crowd surged beneath the training ground.

Zhou Yuanqing, standing on the training ground, remained completely unmoved.

"No......"

"Dad said I can do it."

Few people noticed that the stubborn boy had once again walked up to the black stone.

Lu Qingxuan, the magistrate of Anshan County, was instructing his subordinates on their tasks when he suddenly saw something and froze.

"Senior Su, please wait..."

The immortal in green frowned and turned around.

But then Zhou Yuanqing picked up the Xuan Stone with one hand, no longer struggling as before.

His body was trembling, as if he were fighting against some kind of force.

The blue light of the black stone continued to emanate, but its resolute gaze faced the challenge head-on.

"Look, look! That kid..."

"It's true... he actually picked up the Mystic Stone!"

Holding the black stone, Zhou Yuanqing walked step by step toward the high platform, his steps steady and firm.

Lu Qingxuan seemed somewhat dazed and forgot to speak for a moment.

The immortal in green robes smiled and gracefully appeared in front of Zhou Yuanqing.

Gently supporting Zhou Yuanqing's arm, the pressure from the black stone suddenly dissipated.

"My name is Su Wanqing."

"From now on, you are my apprentice."