I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, like a furnace.

On the border of Vietnam, in the tens of acres of spiritual fields outside Qingmufang City, the heat was intense.

A slightly handsome young man was standing on the edge of the field, his hands forming a mudra.

"disease."

With a low shout from the young man, his meager spiritual energy surged out through his meridians.

In mid-air, a small wisp of grayish-white cloud appeared out of nowhere, followed by a light drizzle containing a faint spiritual energy.

Low-level spell, Minor Cloud Rain.

The few green rice stalks, nourished by the spiritual rain, swayed slightly, greedily absorbing the water, and the originally shriveled grains visibly became plumper.

The boy dispersed his magic, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the spirit field in front of him, and exhaled a long breath.

The spiritual rice produced by this spiritual rice is specifically used to feed low-level cultivators.

The cultivation world is strictly hierarchical.

Those low-level cultivators with no background and low aptitude are not even worthy of using spirit stones on a daily basis. They can only rely on spirit rice for their three daily meals to maintain their meager spiritual power.

Of course, the boy has spirit stones now, but he'll have to wait until he finishes today's work.

His name is Su Tian.

But deep within his soul, he was more accustomed to his other name, Su Yu.

A month ago, Su Yu unraveled the mystery of her unborn child and awakened her past memories.

At this moment, a full hundred years had passed since the day he passed away peacefully as the Prince of Zhennan of the Great Xia Dynasty in his first life.

A century has passed, dynasties have risen and fallen, and the vicissitudes of life in the mortal world are more profound than this.

Some of the vast bloodline left behind by Su Yu were wiped out in the war, while others were scattered to the ends of the earth in hiding.

One of the most fortunate branches, by chance, stepped out of the mortal world decades ago and entered the vast and boundless world of cultivation. They painstakingly established themselves in the "Qingmu Market" on the border of Yue Kingdom, creating a humble cultivation family.

The Aoki Su family!

When Su Yu first realized the mystery of his birth, he actually considered whether he could get some special treatment and cultivation resources from his family if he revealed his identity.

But after observing secretly for a few days, he quickly dismissed this naive idea.

A hundred years may not be a long time in the world of cultivation, but in the mortal world, it has already been passed down for three or four generations.

The current high-ranking members who established the Qingmu Su family and hold great power, if traced back to their roots, were not even Su Yu's biological sons; at most, they were considered to be from a collateral branch of the family.

To these cultivators who have already embarked on the path to immortality and are now high above others, mortals are nothing but weeds.

How could they possibly have a high degree of recognition and reverence for an ancestor who practiced martial arts in the mortal world a hundred years ago?

The name enshrined in the ancestral hall is merely a nominal symbol to them.

He's just a fifteen-year-old orphan of low social standing. If he really dared to go to the Imperial Household Department and brazenly ask people to call him "ancestor," what would he do?

Their fate will definitely not be to be treated well and fed, but to be slapped to death by the Punishment Hall as if they have lost their mind, or even be suspected of being possessed and forcibly searched for their soul.

Having figured out the stakes, Su Yu accepted reality with remarkable composure.

In this life, although Su Yu still retains the surname Su, his name is Su Tian, ​​and he is an orphan from a collateral branch of the Qingmu Su family.

At fifteen years old, he had reached the second level of Qi Refining and possessed a ninth-grade spiritual root.

In the vast world of cultivation, spiritual roots are the only proof to open the gates to immortality.

Spiritual roots are divided into nine grades according to their quality.

The ranks from the ninth to the seventh are considered the lowest.

The ranks from the sixth to the fourth are considered middle-ranking.

The highest grade is from the third to the first rank.

Above the first grade, there are earth spirit roots, heaven spirit roots, and some even rarer mutated spirit roots.

Su Yu's spiritual root is the worst grade nine spiritual root, which means that when he usually breathes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his meridians are obscured and his absorption and transformation are extremely slow.

Each time he cultivated, he needed to spend several times more time and energy than others, and he only managed to reach the second level of Qi Refining at the age of fifteen.

However, although the cultivation world is strictly hierarchical, the situation is somewhat different in a lowly cultivation family like the Qingmu Su family.

The Su family has tens of thousands of descendants in the surrounding mortal world.

But those who can truly possess spiritual roots and embark on the path to immortality number less than a hundred across several generations.

Therefore, for these small, lower-class families...

As long as you are found to have a spiritual root, even if it is the worst ninth-grade spiritual root.

The family will treat you like a treasure and bring you back to the main lineage. They will not only provide you with food and lodging, but also teach you basic skills.

For no other reason than that even the weakest cultivator can wield magical power.

The family's spiritual fields need someone to use the Minor Cloud and Rain Technique to tend them, the market's low-grade pills need someone to assist, and the family's ores need someone to smelt them.

In small families, there is never the concept of abandonment.

These disciples with eighth or ninth-grade spiritual roots, though of mediocre talent, may only reach the late stage of Qi Refining in their entire lives, or even never reach it.

But they are the very foundation that keeps the entire family running.

Providing enough food and clothing to the lower classes while exploiting their labor is the way small families survive.

As the sun began to set, the day's work finally came to an end.

Su Tian dusted himself off and followed dozens of equally disheveled youths toward the family's internal affairs hall.

Today is the day the family receives their monthly allowance.

A large crowd gathered in front of the Inner Affairs Hall.

The crowd lined up according to the roster and took turns receiving their share.

When it was Su Tian's turn, the deacon in charge of distributing the items handed him a small cloth bag.

Su Tian took it; inside were five low-grade spirit stones.

The disciples who received the spirit stones gathered in small groups, their faces beaming with barely suppressed joy.

Five low-grade spirit stones are a huge sum of money for those of them who are in the early stages of Qi Refining and have low-grade spiritual roots.

If used sparingly, combined with spirit rice, it's enough to support their cultivation needs for a month.

However, before these young men could even warm up the spirit stones...

A group of people walked up to the main gate of the Imperial Household Department and blocked the way.

The young man at the head of the group wore a brocade robe and had a handsome face, but his arrogance was undisguised.

He swaggered to the door with a few lackeys.

The once noisy courtyard instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The faces of the dozens of teenagers who had just received their spirit stones all changed, and they subconsciously clenched their storage bags containing the spirit stones.

Su Hao, the young patriarch of the main branch of the Su family.

Eighteen years old, sixth-grade spiritual root, fifth level of Qi Refining!

Among the Su family's peers, most possessed low-grade spiritual roots ranging from the eighth to the ninth rank.

Su Hao's sixth-grade spiritual root not only broke through the shackles of the lower grade and reached the middle grade, but also had an extremely high affinity for spiritual energy.

In those major cultivation sects, a sixth-grade spiritual root might only be considered a disciple with some potential.

But in the Aoki Su family, this is already a once-in-a-century "prodigy".

He was a genius whom the entire family's top brass spared no expense and sold everything they owned to cultivate.

It is also the only hope for the Su family to gain a foothold in this fiercely competitive market in the future.

"Have you all received your monthly salary yet?"

Su Hao's gaze swept across the entire room as he spoke calmly.

"As usual, each person shall hand over three low-grade spirit stones."

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly upon hearing this.

Almost everyone felt their blood rushing to their head, their fists clenched, and their teeth clenched tightly.

The five spirit stones represented all the cultivation resources they had worked hard for a month, and now most of them had been taken away, with no one willing to hand them over.

In the struggle for supremacy, every step back leads to further setbacks; who would willingly hand over their future to another?

Despite feeling humiliated, no one in the room dared to openly rebuke them.

Everyone knew that Su Hao's blatant robbery would go unpunished by the family's higher-ups.

Concentrating resources at the bottom to support the family's only genius is a tactic tacitly approved by the higher-ups, and complaining about it is futile.

Among the crowd, several stubborn teenagers gritted their teeth, clutched tightly to the cloth bags containing spirit stones, and took a step back, their resistance obvious.

Su Yu stood at the back of the crowd, his expression calm.

With his profound experience from his past life, he saw through the underlying logic of this family's resource allocation at a glance.

Given his current cultivation level and status, it would be pointless for him to resist forcefully; he would only invite a beating for nothing.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the atmosphere was tense, and it was about to escalate into a one-sided brawl.

Su Yu stepped out of the crowd, came to Su Hao, untied the small cloth bag in his hand, counted out three low-grade spirit stones, and handed them over.

This move surprised even Su Hao.

He had already prepared to make an example of someone.

Unexpectedly, Su Tian, ​​who is usually so quiet and reserved, is actually so sensible.

"Your name is... Su Tian, ​​right?"

Su Hao weighed the three spirit stones in his hand, looked Su Tian up and down with a slightly surprised expression, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"You're smart to get lost."

Su Yu did not respond, but simply nodded calmly and walked out the door.

How could an old fox who has lived for hundreds of years hold a grudge against a mere youth over three spirit stones?

The claim that the young clan leader is domineering and rampant is simply instigated by the clan's higher-ups.

The family resources are limited; to divide them equally among a group of ninth-grade spiritual roots would be a waste.

However, directly cutting the monthly salary of collateral relatives would cause morale to plummet.

Therefore, they tacitly allowed the young clan leader to become the villain, which would both concentrate resources to support the genius and allow the genius to establish his authority.

However, not everyone can be as rational as Su Yu.

The moment Su Yu stepped out the door, he clearly heard the muttered curses coming from the teenagers behind him.

"Pah! Spineless coward!"

"What kind of cultivator are you if you don't even dare to resist? You're nothing but a spineless coward!"

"I'm destined to be a farmer my whole life!"

Hearing these insults, Su Yu did not stop walking, but let out a faint chuckle in his heart.

After Su Yu left, the atmosphere inside the Internal Affairs Hall plummeted to freezing point.

Su Hao looked at the others who were still clutching their bags tightly, their eyes defiant, and sneered.

"What, do I have to do it myself?"

"Why should I hand it over to you!"

One of the boys finally couldn't hold back and shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Hao moved and kicked the boy to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of fists and kicks rang out in the Imperial Household Department.

Su Hao was ruthless; the boys who refused to pay spirit stones were quickly beaten black and blue, lying on the ground howling in pain.

After a one-sided beating, the scene fell completely silent.

Su Hao stood in front of the fallen men, looking down at them.

"I would have just let it go if I had only paid three yuan."

Su Hao spoke coldly, scanning the crowd.

"Now I've changed my mind, each of you will pay four dollars."