My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

The cool moonlight spilled down, falling on the windowsill and the rough wooden floor.

It was already very late at night.

But Wei Jing was still lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"The bright moonlight shines before my window, as if it were frost on the ground." In this moment, Wei Jing unconsciously murmured a line of poetry that was well-known in his previous life.

That's right, Wei Jing is a time traveler who has been in the territory of Wushan County in the State of Zheng for eight years.

Moreover, this is a standard cultivation world, with demons causing chaos, and Foundation Establishment Ancestors and Core Formation True Immortals.

Tragically, Wei Jing, who was born into this world, is already eight years old, and in these eight years, he has not discovered that he has any special abilities.

Where's the cheat code that time travelers are supposed to have?

"Sigh!" Wei Jing sighed.

"I just hope I can detect my spiritual root tomorrow." Wei Jing turned over, his mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned.

Tomorrow is the triennial spiritual root testing ceremony of the Jiangzuo Wei family, and all Wei family children aged six to ten can go for the testing.

Once a spiritual root is detected, the individual will be immediately welcomed back to the main clan for training and become a true member of the Jiangzuo Wei family.

The ordinary members of the Wei family are all branches.

The Jiangzuo Wei family is a cultivation family that has been passed down in an orderly manner for more than 400 years. Each generation of the family has a Foundation Establishment ancestor who is in charge, and there are no less than 200 Qi Refining family members.

Because it occupies the Jiangzuo Plain formed by the alluvial deposits of the Canglang River, it is famous for growing Ling rice and is thus named Jiangzuo Weijia.

Four hundred years ago, the ancestor of the Wei family was an ordinary rogue cultivator who was being hunted down by his enemies in the outer sea. He accidentally entered the Canglang River and went upstream along the river to Wushan.

He miraculously survived and, by sheer luck, obtained a rare and precious treasure from a senior cultivator in an abandoned cave—a Foundation Establishment Pill that all Qi Refining cultivators dream of.

After twenty years of arduous cultivation, the Wei family patriarch was blessed by Heaven and successfully established his foundation.

After the Wei family ancestor established his foundation, he occupied a large plain along the Canglang River, married and had children, and passed on his cultivation techniques from generation to generation.

Now, four hundred years later, the Jiangzuo Wei family has grown to a size of thirty to forty thousand people, becoming a well-known immortal cultivation family in Wushan.

Although it cannot compare to the five great families of Wushan, the spirit rice of the Jiangzuo Wei family is famous throughout the entire Wushan County.

The Wei clan has a history of over four hundred years and has many members, but unfortunately, only about two hundred of them possess spiritual roots and have become cultivators. The proportion of such individuals is indeed quite alarming.

This is precisely why Wei Jing couldn't sleep; those with spiritual roots are one in a hundred.

He didn't think that he, as a time traveler, could receive any preferential treatment in the face of such an touching probability.

After all, he had been in the world for eight years and didn't even have a cheat code.

This is truly a disgrace to the transmigrator community.

The Wei family of Jiangzuo has a prestigious reputation, but that's only in the eyes of cultivators with spiritual roots. For three generations back, Wei Jing's lineage has been destined to toil in the fields for a living.

None of them had any affinity with immortality.

However, compared to other commoners in Zheng, they were actually quite fortunate as a remote branch of the Jiangzuo Wei family.

The fact that farming is tax-free is enough to make anyone envious. A family is allocated ten or twenty acres of fertile land, which is enough to feed their family of four.

"Master, our lineage has no connection to immortality for three generations, so I reckon Jing'er..."

Suddenly a gentle female voice came from inside. Although she lowered her voice, the cabin was not soundproof at all.

The speaker was Wei Jing's mother, Mu Wanyun.

"Who said there isn't? I also have a cousin who cultivates on Jade Stack Peak. In a way, he's Jing'er's uncle."

"We just haven't been in contact for over twenty years."

Jade Stack Peak is the main training ground of the Wei family. All Wei family cultivators cultivate on Jade Stack Peak, and ordinary mortal Wei family members are generally not allowed to go up the mountain.

The entire Fansuwei family lived in a small town that had been specially developed at the foot of the mountain.

"Jing'er has been intelligent since childhood. Even if she doesn't test positive for spiritual roots tomorrow, studying literature and taking the imperial examinations is still a way out. I've already spoken to Master Han in town."

"Hmm, that works too. They can't be like us, spending their whole lives toiling in the soil for a living."

Listening to the whispers coming from his parents' bedroom next door, Wei Jing felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Go to sleep! Go to sleep! We have to get up early tomorrow!"

"good!"

Wei Jing slowly closed his eyes, knowing that everything would be clear tomorrow.

……

At dawn, the sun rose as scheduled, casting its morning light and illuminating the entire town of Liushi, making it vibrant with life.

Wei Jing got up very early, or rather, he barely slept all night.

Mother Mu Wanyun brought over a bowl of hot porridge, with a rare poached egg nestled in it. In those days, eggs were a precious commodity, something to be traded for salt.

"Eat more." Mu Wanyun pushed the bowl towards him and then reached out to straighten his collar.

"Hmm!" Wei Jing nodded. He looked at his four-year-old sister's expectant face, and casually broke off a fried egg from his bowl and put half of it into her bowl.

"Thank you, brother!" the little girl exclaimed in delight.

Father Wei Musheng glanced at the two siblings, then lowered his head to drink the porridge in his own bowl.

This child is so sensible it breaks your heart. Mu Wanyun stroked Wei Jing's head and smoothed his messy sideburns.

Soon, the family of four finished breakfast, and Wei Musheng took Wei Jing to Yudie Peak.

It takes an hour to walk from Liushi Town to Yudie Peak.

The mountain path has layers of stone steps, and the higher you go, the thicker the fog becomes, and the more secluded the forest becomes.

Wei Jing walked very slowly. His short legs at eight years old made climbing the mountain quite difficult. But he didn't let his father carry him; a time traveler still had to maintain his dignity.

"We've arrived," Wei Musheng said.

Wei Jing looked up and, through the thin mist, finally saw the mountain peak clearly.

The mountain is not particularly steep, but its layers upon layers resemble piled-up jade, with pavilions and towers faintly visible amidst the swirling clouds and mist. A stone staircase winds its way up, reaching straight into the sky.

This is the foundation of the Wei family's four-hundred-year-old legacy.

At the foot of the main peak, over a hundred people had already gathered. Most were children like Wei Jing, but there were also many accompanying parents.

The crowd remained silent, all being very self-disciplined and not daring to make a loud noise.

Wei Jing looked around and noticed a huge blue stone standing at the entrance to the main peak, with two lines of text engraved on it:

"No one other than a member of the Wei clan may enter this mountain."

"Those who do not possess spiritual roots are not allowed to ascend this step."

"Only by having one's spiritual root detected can one truly ascend Jade Stack Peak," Wei Jing thought to himself.

"Jing'er, are you nervous?"

Wei Jing nodded and said, "A little."

He held Wei Musheng's rough, large hand, feeling the warmth of it, but his heart was far from calm.

The father and son found a secluded corner and waited quietly.

About half an hour later, a group of cultivators dressed in green robes with jade pendants bearing the character "Wei" hanging from their waists finally appeared.

"I, the guardian of the Dao, will preside over this year's Spirit Root Testing Ceremony," said an old man with white hair and a white beard. His voice was strong and powerful, likely imbued with spiritual energy.

"This is the seventh elder of the family," Wei Musheng explained to Wei Jing in a low voice.

Wei Jing stood on tiptoe and peered ahead, seeing a wooden table at the end of the stone steps with a transparent stone the size of a millstone on it, which he assumed was the spirit-testing stone.

Simply place your palm on it for three breaths and judge what kind of spiritual root it possesses based on its unusual reaction.

As for the absence of unusual phenomena, that means there is no spiritual root.

"Line up and take your turn!" Several young family cultivators busied themselves maintaining order.

"Is this the Spirit Root Testing Ceremony? It's rather unpretentious." Wei Jing muttered, then obediently lined up in the middle of the queue.

Seventh Elder Wei Dao looked at the orderly procession before him with satisfaction in his eyes.

"I wonder if any of these 170-plus ordinary children this year will possess spiritual roots. Let's hope it doesn't end up like last year, with no results."

"Seventh Elder, please rest assured! With Wei Long here this year, we're guaranteed to produce at least one promising cultivator," said a young family cultivator standing beside Wei Dao.

"Haha, that's right, Wei Long is a dual spiritual root of water and fire." Wei Dao stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"No spiritual root!"

"No spiritual root!"

……

"No spiritual root!"

Wei Jing stared intently. He had examined more than thirty people before him, and not a single one of them possessed a spiritual root.

"Indeed, those who possess spiritual roots are all lucky ones, one in a hundred." Wei Jing clenched his hands tightly, his palms sweating.

About fifteen minutes later, there was no one in front of Wei Jing anymore.

"Place your hand on the spirit-testing stone!" a young cultivator of about fifteen or sixteen years old said expressionlessly.

Wei Jing took a deep breath, feeling quite uneasy, and slowly placed his right hand on the spirit-testing stone.

The next moment, the spirit-testing stone suddenly lit up.

Three beams of light shone from the transparent spirit-testing stone, the red, yellow, and green colors intertwining and flowing endlessly, casting a radiant glow on Wei Jing's face.

The young family cultivator standing guard by the spirit-testing stone immediately shouted excitedly, "Earth, Wood, and Fire spiritual roots!"

"Three spiritual roots!" The Seventh Elder Wei Dao's eyes lit up immediately.

In the eyes of those lofty and powerful cultivation sects, having three spiritual roots is merely "average talent," not worthy of being called a genius. But for a local family like the Jiangzuo Wei family—having three spiritual roots is enough for the main clan to focus on cultivating them.

"Child, what is your name?" The young family cultivator, who had been expressionless just moments before, now bent down with a kind smile.

As the morning sun set, it shone on Wei Jing, making him exceptionally dazzling, drawing all eyes to him.

Wei Jing was somewhat stunned, because a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind:

[Destiny: Turning insurmountable barriers into smooth paths, with no bottlenecks in spiritual cultivation.]

Wei Jing blinked. There was no double vision. The voice in his mind was emotionless, but exceptionally clear.

So this isn't an illusion? I actually have some kind of cheat ability?

If this is true, then my cheat ability seems a bit too powerful!

"My child, my child!"

Wei Dao walked over and asked a question, and Wei Jing, only then snapping out of his daze, immediately replied respectfully:

"Replying to Seventh Elder, my name is Wei Jing, and I am eight years old."