Immortal Clan: I have a Tree of Creation

The back hall of the county government office.

The immortal in green sat in the main seat.

Below are Zhou Chengnan and his son Zhou Yuanqing.

Zhou Chengnan sat on the mahogany chair in the county government office, feeling quite restrained.

He glanced furtively at the immortal in blue robes sitting in the main seat, a hint of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

It's so dreamlike. Qing'er had already failed, but in the end, she picked up the Xuan Stone again.

In other words, Qing'er has now successfully joined the Qingchi Sect and will soon become a revered cultivator.

The Qingchi Sect... even the villagers of Jinyang Village know the name of the Qingchi Sect.

There are many major sects in Liang Kingdom, but the most famous is undoubtedly the Qingchi Sect.

Reputation does not equate to strength, but it at least demonstrates that the Qingchi Sect is no ordinary sect.

Compared to the Zhou family's own hard work in accumulating wealth to buy cultivation techniques and find spiritual materials.

Qing'er's joining the Qingchi Sect is undoubtedly a meteoric rise to power.

As a father, Zhou Chengnan was filled with mixed emotions.

"Thanks to Heaven's favor, my son has finally embarked on the right path..."

The Zhou family only has Qing'er as a promising talent. If she cannot join the Immortal Sect, it would truly ruin her future.

Thankfully... we finally succeeded.

The chief immortal in blue robes still had an ethereal aura surrounding his face, making it impossible to see his features clearly.

Li Mao's son, Li Qianyao, and Wang Erniu from Majui Village have both been taken away by the county magistrate, who said he would report to the imperial court.

Now it's Zhou Yuanqing's turn.

The immortal in green seemed to treat Qing'er differently, summoning the father and son to the back hall alone.

Judging from what the immortal master said earlier... it seems he intends to take Qing'er as his disciple?

Zhou Yuanqing was still young and did not understand the deeper meaning in the immortal's words.

Zhou Chengnan heard it clearly.

The Qingchi Sect is so large that it's impossible for every disciple to receive the same treatment; they must be divided into different ranks.

The fact that this immortal being commanded such respect from Magistrate Lü Qingxuan suggests that he must hold a high position.

The gap between a disciple and a direct disciple is too great.

If Qing'er could truly become a disciple of this immortal in green robes, she would be incredibly lucky.

"Zhou Yuanqing..."

Upon hearing the immortal's voice, Zhou Yuanqing exchanged a glance with his father, nodded, and quickly stepped forward.

"Master Immortal," he said respectfully.

Pan Congjin taught him a lot, including the most basic etiquette in the cultivation world.

"From now on, you should call me Master."

The immortal in green seemed very patient with Zhou Yuanqing, his voice extremely gentle.

"Once we arrive at Qingchi, you will be my first disciple."

"Master...Master," Zhou Yuanqing was still a little unaccustomed to it.

But the aura surrounding the immortal in front of him made him feel very comfortable, like a gentle spring breeze.

"My good disciple."

In the hazy, illusory light, Su Wanqing smiled gently.

Turning to Zhou Chengnan, he asked, "Are you Zhou Yuanqing's father?"

Zhou Chengnan dared not presume and hurriedly bowed: "Reporting to the Immortal Master, I am Zhou Chengnan of the Zhou family in Jinyang Village, and I am Qing'er's biological father."

"it is good."

"I'm sure you understand by now." The immortal in green nodded. "Qing'er has joined my sect, and from now on she will be a disciple of the Qingchi Sect."

"We'll be setting off back to the sect in an hour. If you have anything else to say, hurry up and tell him."

"One hour... and I have to leave today?" Zhou Chengnan's heart clenched suddenly.

Qing'er is leaving; she's going to cultivate in the mountains.

Although he had been waiting for this day for a full ten years.

But when that day truly came, her son was going to leave her side and go to the sect to cultivate alone.

How could a father not be heartbroken?

Qing'er is thirteen years old, and the family has lived together day and night for thirteen years.

The baby who was born back then has now grown into a promising young man.

The immortal in green robes did not continue speaking.

Zhou Chengnan knew that the Immortal Sect's actions were not to be changed.

Today is the day Qing'er leaves home.

"Father..." Zhou Yuanqing realized something and stepped forward to his father.

Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Father, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, his father placed his large hand on his shoulder, interrupting his son.

How could Zhou Chengnan not know his son's personality? He could even predict what Qing'er was going to say.

"Qing'er, you only have one chance."

"Go and cultivate in peace. Your mother and I are both fine. Don't worry about things at home."

He kept nagging and giving instructions.

In Zhou Chengnan's eyes, Qing'er was still a very young child.

What he was most worried about wasn't cultivation, but whether Qing'er would eat or dress poorly in the sect, and whether she would be bullied.

Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue. Within a sect, there are bound to be disciples from prestigious families who look down on a poor, remote girl like Qing'er.

"This ginseng is sixty years old. It will definitely be of some help to your cultivation." Zhou Chengnan stuffed the palm-sized ginseng into his son's pocket. "And here's some silver. Take it."

"Father, I don't want to..."

"Keep it safe!"

"Those people in the immortal sects use spirit stones, so this amount of silver is nothing to them."

Su Wanqing, seated high above, watched intently as the father and son bid each other a reluctant farewell.

She rarely interacted with ordinary people, and this deep affection between an ordinary father and son aroused her great curiosity.

"The distinction between ruthlessness and compassion, transcending the mortal realm to ascend to immortality—this seems to be the essence of what the Supreme Elder passed down..."

The father and son seemed to have said enough.

Zhou Chengnan stepped forward and bowed: "Immortal Master, I have a request."

"explain."

A slightly worn but very sturdy burlap sack was presented with both hands.

"Qing'er is truly fortunate to be able to become a disciple of the immortal master."

"The Zhou family is willing to offer a thousand taels of silver." Zhou Chengnan's attitude was very respectful. "We have no other request but to repay the immortal's grace."

A full thousand taels of silver fell heavily into the bag.

He had no needs or desires; offering a thousand taels of silver was merely to show his sincerity.

Zhou Chengnan knew better than anyone that money was not important to cultivators.

In Anshan County, the shops and markets of various families all accept silver for spirit stones. Prices may fluctuate, but one thousand taels of silver is generally only enough to exchange for one spirit stone.

The Zhou family has been working hard to accumulate their wealth over the years, and now they are offering it all up.

I just hope Qing'er can have an easier time at the Qingchi Sect.

"Silver?" Su Wanqing laughed. "Do you think I need silver?"

She couldn't help but find Zhou Yuanqing's father in front of her quite interesting.

"Immortal Master..."

"Take it back." Su Wanqing glanced at it, and the heavy bag fell back to Zhou Chengnan's feet.

"If I, Su Wanqing, a true disciple of the Qingchi Sect, were to accept your money, I would truly be a laughingstock."

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand.

"Now that Qing'er has joined my sect, it is only right that I should give your Zhou family some benefits."

Su Wanqing glanced at Zhou Yuanqing lightly: "In the future... it will be better for Qing'er to cultivate in peace at Qingchi."

A golden light flashed in front of Zhou Chengnan.

Those were ten round, gleaming gold ingots!

Ten large gold ingots, each weighing at least several tens of taels!

Zhou Chengnan's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Having lived for so many years, this was the first time he had ever seen so much gold.

Zhou Yuanqing, who was standing to the side, was stunned for a moment and stared at his future master, Su Wanqing.

He then stepped forward and knelt down solemnly.

"Disciple Zhou Yuanqing thanks Master for his generous gift!"