My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

As the sunlight grew increasingly intense, Wei Musheng stood on a large blue stone, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and fixed on Wei Jing, who stood beside the Seventh Elder.

"My child, you've made something of yourself."

"Great, that's wonderful!"

Wei Musheng clenched his fists and murmured to himself, his face beaming with uncontainable joy.

Just then, he suddenly felt someone tug at his clothes from behind. Wei Musheng turned around and saw a strange young man.

The young man was quite enthusiastic, grinning as he said:

"Brother Wei, don't you remember me? I'm Ma Sanyou from Majiatun Village, Huangshi Village!"

"I even toasted you at your wedding!"

"My father and your father were sworn brothers."

Wei Musheng scratched the back of his head, thinking to himself that his child was already eight years old, and that he himself had gotten married ten years ago.

"No spiritual root!"

"No spiritual root!"

"No spiritual root!"

Looking at the children in front of him, Wei Jing went through a process of going from full of expectation to full of disappointment in a short period of time.

He was filled with emotion.

The path to immortality is hard to find, and the destiny to become an immortal is even harder to come by!

Fortunately, he possessed spiritual roots, although they were only ordinary three spiritual roots, he was already very satisfied.

Wei Jing looked in his father's direction and found that several people had gathered around him, all chatting warmly with Wei Musheng.

Wei Jing shook his head. How could he not know what was going on?

However, his father was honest and hardworking, a master at farm work, but not good at talking.

Wei Jing was anxious, worried that he might be scammed, but there was no way to warn him right now.

Just then, someone in the group suddenly shouted.

"Five rays of light, a mixed spiritual root of the five elements!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Jing suddenly looked up and saw a mud doll, its body tanned dark, its clothes covered in patches.

It looked shorter than me, probably only six or seven years old.

At this moment, everyone's envious gazes fell on him, making him quite restrained and somewhat at a loss.

This is another poor kid, Wei Jing thought to himself.

"Alas, five spiritual roots." Seventh Elder Wei Dao shook his head.

"So be it! So be it! He's a potential immortal seedling after all."

After a brief uproar, the crowd quieted down, and the Spirit Root Testing Ceremony continued in an orderly manner.

But even after the last child was tested, no third child with spiritual roots appeared.

Out of more than 170 children, only two were selected; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were one in a hundred.

"Let's go! You two come with me to Dieyu Peak to cultivate." Wei Dao waved his sleeve, and a gentle breeze rose around him. Then, he grabbed the two men by the collar and quickly disappeared at the end of the stone steps.

In his last glimpse, Wei Jing caught a blurry image of his father, Wei Musheng.

……

Time flies when you're practicing in the mountains; three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Although Wei Jing hadn't started cultivating during these three months, he had lived a very fulfilling life.

The clan found an elder to teach him and Wei Tiezhu to read and write, as well as the common sense and principles of the cultivation world.

Wei Tiezhu is the same black boy with five spiritual roots who was there three months ago.

"My dad said that a man should be tough, so he named me Wei Tiezhu, hoping that I would be tougher than iron."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jing chuckled and said directly:

"Once Elder Wei passes on the cultivation techniques, you will fulfill your father's expectations in a year or two."

"Is cultivating immortality really that powerful?" Wei Tiezhu's eyes widened.

However, he had heard stories of immortals moving mountains and filling seas, flying and escaping into the earth since he was a child.

But that was just a story in a book; he himself had never seen it with his own eyes.

"That's natural."

"Let's go, we're going to be late, or we'll get scolded by the clan elders again."

Wei Tiezhu shrank back, a hint of fear in his eyes.

Elder Wei Qingmu was a very rigid and conservative person. His teaching style was rigid, and if you didn't answer his questions well, you would be punished by being slapped on the palm of your hand.

If you are late, in addition to being slapped on the palm, you will also be made to stand as punishment.

"Run! Run!" Wei Tiezhu swung his burlap satchel and started sprinting.

Wei Jing almost couldn't keep up.

Once he entered the school, the clan elders tested his knowledge of elementary books such as "Huang Ting Chu Ke" and "Tong Zi Wen Dao". Wei Jing, possessing the soul of an adult from a previous life, had long since memorized these children's primers.

Moreover, the characters in this world are very similar to the simplified characters in his previous life, making it very easy for Wei Jing to learn.

He even often tried to hide his shortcomings from the clan elders.

"In the beginning of heaven and earth, there was an unnamed energy. The clear energy rose to become the sky, and the turbid energy sank to become the earth. When heaven and earth interacted, spiritual energy was born. Spiritual energy is the essence of all things."

"Before there was a spirit, there was chaos like a chicken egg; after a spirit came into being, the sun and moon became distinct."

Wei Jing recited the poem fluently and clearly, and the clan elder beside him nodded frequently, a satisfied expression on his face, looking at Wei Jing with great kindness.

"Good, very good, Xiao Jing, your progress is very rapid. You truly deserve the talent of having three spiritual roots."

Wei Jing bowed humbly and said that it was all thanks to the good teachings of the clan elders.

As for Wei Tiezhu... well, he's tough anyway, so getting a few slaps on the palm of his hand won't hurt him.

"Sigh! Brother Jing, I'm so stupid." Wei Tiezhu covered his red palms, no wonder the clan elder was angry.

After three months of instruction, Wei Tiezhu still couldn't write his own name, a far cry from Wei Jing's ability.

"It's okay, even a slow bird has to start early. Just read and practice more on your own," Wei Jing comforted him softly.

Wei Tiezhu nodded weakly, wondering to himself whether he had come here to cultivate immortality or to study.

"Wei Jing!"

Suddenly, the elder of the Wei clan called him by his full name, his tone quite serious and earnest.

"You are very intelligent and have a calm temperament. After three months of elementary school, you can begin your cultivation. This is the fundamental technique of my Wei family, and I will now formally pass it on to you."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jing's heart skipped a beat.

Is it finally time to begin my spiritual practice?

Elder Wei pulled a yellowed book from his sleeve and handed it to Wei Jing.

Wei Jing quickly bent down and solemnly accepted the cultivation manual with both hands.

On the yellowed pages were five large, gilded characters.

Yi Wood Evergreen Skill!

This is the fundamental cultivation technique of the Jiangzuo Wei family. The spiritual power it contains contains the meaning of evergreen trees, with endless vitality. It can not only nourish oneself and prolong life, but also nourish spiritual plants.

Practicing minor spells that help spiritual plants grow, such as the Spring Rain Technique, the Nourishing Technique, and the Spirit Gathering and Qi-Guiding Technique, is incredibly efficient.

This is one of the main reasons why the Lingmi rice grown by the Jiangzuo Wei family is renowned in Wushan County.

"Take it back and study it for a few days. If there's anything you don't understand, you can think about it first, or you can try cultivating it yourself," Elder Wei Muqing said with a smile.

"Seven days from now, I will formally teach you the cultivation method."

Wei Jing carefully placed the "Yi Mu Chang Qing Gong" close to his chest.

Wei Tiezhu watched longingly.

"Elder, what about me? What about me?!"

"I also want to cultivate myself."

I want to get hard!

Tie Zhu looked anxiously at Elder Wei.

Wei Qingmu's expression immediately changed, and he said coldly:

"Hmph, you? You'd better copy the 'Huang Ting Chu Ke' a hundred times."

"Ah!" Wei Tiezhu was dumbfounded.