My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

"Young Master, there are guests requesting an audience at the outer gate." Qiu Niang gently knocked on the door.

"No, no!" Wei Jing was furious. How dare that crazy woman come in?

"Yes!" Qiu Niang replied, and then there was silence outside.

"Surname Feng? Are you from the Feng family of Xiangzhu?" Wei Jing calmed himself down.

The Feng family, known for their fragrant pigs, is an old and established family in Wushan. Their history and family heritage are no less than those of the Wei family. They are famous throughout Wushan for their skill in raising fragrant pigs.

The Wei family cultivates spirit rice, while the Feng family produces spirit meat; the two families have been on good terms for over a hundred years.

However, no matter how hard Wei Jing racked his brains, he could never understand why Feng Yuting had brought her own niece to choose a husband.

The Feng family's inherited cultivation technique is the Kun Yuan Spirit-Nourishing Technique, which is based on the Earth element. However, Feng Baobao has dual spiritual roots of water and wood, and the Feng family does not have a cultivation technique suitable for her spiritual roots.

So, as is customary, she had two options: one was to find a friendly cultivation family with water and wood element techniques and arrange a marriage to obtain their cultivation techniques.

Secondly, you can simply join a sect. The Qingfu Sect has all five elements cultivation methods, so there's bound to be one that suits you.

Of course, Wei Jing couldn't possibly have imagined all of this now.

He was just an eight-year-old child who had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation. Every day he either cultivated, attended classes, or went to Wei Qingmu to ask questions about cultivation techniques.

The information was really out of reach.

"Clang clang!"

"Clang clang!"

Qiu Niang knocked on the door again. Wei Jing frowned. "Is this crazy woman never going to stop?"

"Young master, the person who came says he is your uncle."

"Uncle?" Wei Jing asked in surprise. It seemed that his father had mentioned that his father had a cousin who cultivated on Jade Stack Peak, but they hadn't been in contact for more than 20 years.

I've been on Jade Stack Peak for more than half a year now, so why would this so-called uncle come knocking on my door at this time?

Wei Jing got up, opened the door, and went out.

Where are they?!

"In the main hall," Qiu Niang replied softly.

……

In the hall, Wei Yue took a sip of tea, sipping the hot tea while waiting for his nephew.

For nearly a year, in order to carry out his family's mission, he transported the family's abundant spiritual rice to various cultivation families or large shops in Wushan County.

We're always on the go, sometimes so busy that we don't even have time to drink a cup of hot tea.

He thought to himself, "This is all because of the Chu family of Jiangbei. This door-to-door delivery service was created by them. In previous years, buyers would come to our door to purchase the goods, and we would escort them away ourselves."

In recent years, the Chu family has been causing him a lot of trouble with their door-to-door delivery service.

This caused his workload to increase significantly, and even his time for cultivation was compressed.

"Wei Jing, the son of Wei Musheng, has the talent of three spiritual roots," Wei Yue muttered, a smile appearing on his face.

This vast Wei family has been passed down for four hundred years, with a mortal population of thirty to forty thousand.

Although they are all surnamed Wei, many members of the Wei clan are actually related beyond the fifth degree of kinship.

Upon his return from his long journey, he was surprised to learn that his family had produced a celestial being with three spiritual roots. Upon receiving this news, he immediately rushed over.

The younger generation in the family has become successful.

"Those with three spiritual roots are far more talented than those with four spiritual roots, and their future prospects are much brighter." Wei Yue squinted and took another sip of hot tea.

With his innate talent in four spiritual roots, he cultivated on Jade Stack Peak for nearly forty years before finally reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining.

When Wei Jing arrived at the hall, he saw a middle-aged man of medium height, with slightly hunched shoulders, and wearing an indigo robe that had been washed until it was slightly faded, sitting upright in a rosewood chair, intently savoring the hot tea in his hand.

"Uncle!" Wei Jing tentatively called out to this uncle he had never met before.

Wei Yue looked up at the sound and his gaze fell on the small figure at the door. The child vaguely resembled an old friend.

Wei Jing was only eight years old and his height had not yet fully developed, but he stood straight with bright and clear eyes that revealed a composure beyond his years.

"You are Wei Jing from the Mu family." Wei Yue stepped forward, a smile spreading across his eyes.

"Hmm!" Wei nodded.

"Good, good!" Wei Yue said "good" twice, and reached out to pat Wei Jing's shoulder lightly. The bone structure felt solid under his hand.

"He's much stronger than your dad was when he was a kid."

Wei Jing pursed his lips and remained silent. Although his father had mentioned this uncle a few times, they hadn't been in contact for over twenty years, and this was the first time he had ever met him.

"Even though this is the first time we've met, I feel a sense of familiarity just looking at you."

"Have you begun your spiritual practice?"

Wei Jing nodded and said, "I've entered."

"Have you started practicing magic yet?" Wei Yue asked again. He thought about it and realized that Wei Jing had been on the mountain for more than half a year. With his talent of three spiritual roots, he should have already entered the path of cultivation.

"Not yet. Elder Qingmu told me to solidify my foundation before I start learning magic."

"Yes, that's right. Casting spells requires a lot of spiritual power." Wei Yue nodded.

The two sat down in the hall, and Wei Yue did most of the questioning. Through the back-and-forth, Wei Jing also gained some understanding of this so-called uncle.

"Qiu Niang, bring another pot of hot tea," Wei Jing ordered. He could tell that his uncle seemed to really enjoy drinking tea.

After Qiu Niang left, only Wei Jing and Wei Yue remained in the hall.

"Jing'er, there's something I must tell you before I come here." Wei Yue's expression suddenly turned serious, no longer as playful as before.

Wei Jing said solemnly, "Uncle, please speak."

Have you ever heard of the Qingfu Sect's Suixu Secret Realm?

Wei Jing shook his head. He was very out of touch with the world at the moment, so how could he possibly know anything about the Qingfu Sect?

"This Secret Realm of the Year Void is very mysterious. Those who enter the Secret Realm can experience the feeling that a day is like a year. One hundred days in the Secret Realm can be equivalent to a hundred years of cultivation."

"What?" Wei Jing was shocked. This involved the laws of the time domain. The Qingfu Sect actually had such methods.

Wasn't it said that the Qingfu Sect only had two Core Formation Realm cultivators? How could they possibly possess such a heaven-defying secret realm?

"No, no, it's not the law of time." Wei Yue shook his head, then explained it to Wei Jing in detail.

It turns out that the so-called "days seeming like years" is because after entering the secret realm, cultivators will become immersed in dreams, where they cultivate, break through realms, and comprehend techniques.

But these insights gained in dreams are real and can be reflected in reality.

"This is terrifying too, gaining a hundred years of cultivation insights for nothing," Wei Jing exclaimed.

"Yes, so if you can secure a spot to enter the secret realm, it will greatly benefit your future cultivation."

This secret realm of the year's void opens once every twenty years, and there are still five years until the next opening.

"According to past customs, my Wei family should have two spots."

"Jing'er, I hope you can have a smoother journey on your cultivation path, and not end up like your uncle," Wei Yue sighed.

"After forty years of arduous cultivation, I've only reached the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Wei Jing curled his lips. The sixth level of Qi Refining was considered average in the Wei family. His eldest uncle, Wei Yue, was now in charge of escorting spirit rice for the clan. In short, the family contribution points he received each year would not be small.

"Jing'er, keep up the good work with your cultivation!"

"With the aptitude of three spiritual roots, there is still a chance to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining before the age of sixty when one's blood and qi are depleted, and to attempt to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm."

After saying that, he took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Wei Jing.

Wei Jing stared at the familiar porcelain vase, momentarily stunned.