Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Inside the cave dwelling of a Foundation Establishment disciple.

The lighting was dim, the surrounding stone walls were smooth, and the environment was elegant, suggesting that the homeowner had carefully renovated the place.

It's completely different from some people's doghouse-like burrows.

Seven or eight-year-old Wang Tong sat upright on a futon, his eyes closed, surrounded by a faint, chilling aura.

The spiritual energy flowed slowly within his body.

His uncle stood to the side, looking at him tenderly.

"Child, cultivation cannot be rushed. You must calm your mind. Only when your cultivation level increases can you unleash the power of the Mysterious Yin Eye."

Suddenly, Wang Zhan spoke in a solemn tone.

Wang Tong nodded slightly, his little face full of seriousness, without the slightest slack.

"My uncle, as I know him."

He replied once and then fell silent, devoting himself entirely to his cultivation.

The chilling aura within his body resonated with the surrounding spiritual energy, steadily enhancing his cultivation.

Wang Zhan looked at the obedient child cultivating before him and nodded in satisfaction.

If it weren't for the fear of disturbing cultivation.

He just wanted to hug the child tenderly.

Tong'er's father passed away early, leaving behind only this one son, who also possesses such a rare constitution.

He must do everything in his power to raise his child to be successful.

Protect him completely.

"Don't worry, second brother, I will definitely train your son to become a top-notch cultivator. I won't let you die in vain."

He silently recited it in his heart, his eyes filled with determination.

"only……"

Unfortunately, there are just too many geniuses this year. Not only are there two people with different spiritual roots, but there is also a child surnamed Li who is a cultivation genius.

It's going to be tough for my nephew to stand out.

"If this were another generation, Tong'er would definitely be the top disciple. What a pity."

As Wang Zhan left the cultivation room, he turned back and sighed as he looked at Wang Tong.

We have to find a way.

He silently closed the door and left, his steps quickening.

Inside the room, only seven-year-old Wang Tong remained, diligently cultivating.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure was standing quietly in mid-air outside the cave.

Linghu Qing hovered in the clouds, his divine sense as thin as silk, quietly sweeping into the cave.

After learning from the jade slip that Wang Tong was cultivating with his uncle, he came here.

Divine sense probed in.

He could see the scene inside the cave and the clear entries above the two people's heads, but he was still unable to press the copy button.

"It seems we're still not close enough."

Linghu Qing murmured something, then his figure flashed and he instantly teleported into the cave.

After exploration.

The maximum distance for replication is approximately thirty meters.

He stood silently behind Wang Tong, his aura concealed, as if he were air.

Wang Tong continued his cultivation with his eyes closed, completely unaware of what was happening.

Linghu Qing's gaze fell on Wang Tong, and the panel instantly appeared.

The three entries are clearly visible: [Dual Spiritual Roots (Blue)], [Mysterious Yin Eye (Purple)], and [Stable and Resilient (Green)].

"Each person can only make one copy, so naturally you should choose the most useful one."

With unwavering resolve, he lightly tapped the [Mysterious Yin Eye (Purple)] with his fingertip.

A flash of white light.

The entry disappeared instantly, and then transformed on his panel.

The Eye of Mysterious Yin evolves!

[Eye of the Heavenly Demon (Gold): Your eyes can see through heavenly demons, control ghosts, and cultivate soul-based techniques at an extraordinary speed.]

A surge of heat rushed to my eyes, followed by a familiar tingling sensation.

Linghu Qing looked up, and the world before him was different.

The subtle ghostly energy and spiritual energy veins floating in the air were clearly visible.

"With divine light shining brightly, I can finally begin my cultivation."

He was overjoyed. These eyes were a devastating blow to the demonic path, especially the Ghost Spirit Sect.

A ghost that I painstakingly raised my whole life.

You turn around and become someone else's ghost, and even help them to deal with you.

Who could stand this?

Let us mourn for the Ghost Spirit Sect!

Linghu Qing's gaze fell on Wang Tong again, his eyes showing a hint of approval.

This person is actually quite nice.

With his exceptional talent for the Mysterious Yin Eye and his calm and composed personality, he is sure to become a top expert in the sect if properly nurtured.

But the prerequisite is to break through to the Core Formation stage.

The Eye of Profound Yin possesses immense talent in combat, but offers no assistance in cultivation.

Whether he can form a core is still unknown.

If it is said that in the southern sky, those who cannot attain the Nascent Soul stage are merely ants.

In the Yue Kingdom, those who cannot achieve the Golden Core stage are nothing more than ants.

inside the room.

Wang Tong frowned slightly, as if he sensed a familiar eerie aura behind him.

He turned around abruptly and saw a handsome male senior in the room, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He didn't panic.

Quickly suppressing his surprise, he stood up and bowed, saying, "Greetings, senior."

"Starting tomorrow, if you have any questions, you can come to Lingxi Valley to ask me."

Linghu Qing nodded slightly, his tone indifferent.

The words fell.

The figure had disappeared into the cave.

Although the child is young, he is calm and composed in the face of both honor and disgrace, which is rare in the mortal world.

But this is the world of cultivation.

You still need to practice!

You're lucky to have this opportunity.

At least Linghu Qing was much more cunning than you at that age.

They were both eight years old.

Linghu Qing was so poor in the village that he couldn't get enough to eat, so he went around saying that his brother was dating the village chief's fat daughter.

This damaged the chubby girl's reputation, and the village chief's family came knocking on her door.

He happily married his daughter to his brother.

His brother cried and kept saying how could his small frame possibly carry a tiger girl weighing over 200 pounds?

Who believes?

The wood is done.

Linghu Qing also got to eat white flour steamed buns.

White flour steamed buns are so delicious!

Later, he left the village.

He entered the world of cultivation.

The past is too painful to recall; it has passed in the blink of an eye.

Seven hundred years have passed.

Linghu Qing remained calm, no longer showing any sentimentality for the past.

The room was empty.

Wang Tong stared at the vanished empty space, his eyes filled with astonishment.

After a while.

He turned and quickly walked out of the cave.

"Okay, okay!"

On the other side, Wang Zhan was excitedly standing up from his seat, his face full of joy.

He held a communication jade slip in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Just now, he used his connections to send a generous gift to a Nascent Soul senior uncle, only asking the other party to accept Wang Tong as a disciple.

At that moment, a message arrived via the jade slip.

His uncle had already agreed and asked him to take Wang Tong there.

"That's great! That's really great!"

Wang Zhan was overjoyed and cheered softly.

Those two disciples with the Thunder Spirit Root will only be accepted as disciples by Uncle Lei after they have established their foundation.

His own nephew was only at the Qi Refining stage, yet he was favored by his Core Formation uncle. This was incredibly impressive.

Just as they were overjoyed...

Wang Tong ran over quickly and said, "Uncle, I have something to tell you."

Wang Zhan was preoccupied with the joy of accepting a disciple and had no time to listen to what he had to say.

She quickly grabbed his hand, and with a swift movement, she leaped into the air.

"Don't rush, your uncle has some really great news to tell you. We'll talk about it on the way!"

With the wind howling, Wang Zhan, carrying Wang Tong, flew swiftly towards his Core Formation Uncle's cave.

During the journey, Wang Tong quietly repeated Linghu Qing's words.

"What? A senior colleague wants you to go and ask him for advice?"

Wang Zhan abruptly stopped, his joyful expression instantly freezing, replaced by astonishment.

This is troublesome.

Why is it that another martial uncle has taken a liking to his own nephew?

Although it was a good thing, he had already agreed to that Core Formation senior uncle's request.

He looked down at Wang Tong, his tone urgent: "Did the senior say he wanted to take you as his disciple?"

Wang Tong thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, he only said that I can ask him for advice when I have time tomorrow or the day after."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding Wang Tong's tender little hand, he secretly made plans in his heart.

Uncle Huang has clearly promised to take Wang Tong as his last disciple and give him special training; this is a genuine opportunity.

The other senior only asked us to seek his advice; it didn't necessarily mean he would take us on as a disciple.

"It's alright."

Wang Zhan patted Wang Tong on the shoulder, his tone firm, "Let's go and become disciples of this Core Formation Uncle, and then return the visit to that Uncle."

Wang Tong blinked, a slight unease creeping into his heart, but he still obediently nodded.

He has always been obedient, and his uncle must be saying things for his own good.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhan was overjoyed and once again activated his spiritual power, carrying Wang Tong and increasing their flying speed.