Cultivation: Starting with Sterilizing My Own Father

Wei Zhiying looked up and it took her a long time to realize that the person in front of her was an old woman. Indeed, if the person's hair were any whiter, she would look no different from that old witch from the mountain village.

Wei Zhiying felt that she was like the queen who turned into a witch in the Snow White cartoon when she was a child.

"Ah... Grandma..." Wei Zhiying had probably been too excited just now, and had now calmed down. She didn't want to repeat what she had just said, because it was really embarrassing.

The old woman, chained and with sparse, wrinkled hair, spoke in a hoarse voice, her small mouth rattling off like poison: "So young, and your eyes are already ruined! A chosen one of heaven? You've been reading too many stories. Even the scorpion next to you has more extraordinary bones than you. And you want a long-lost martial arts technique? You're quite cute, little brat, but your face can hold a thousand mountains and rivers."

It took Wei Zhiying a while to realize that the other person was saying she had a big face.

But the old woman kept talking, and it seemed she wasn't thirsty despite being locked up here. Her voice was hoarse from not speaking for so long, but now it was getting clearer and clearer, less hoarse: "Look at your confidence, a chosen one of heaven! I almost believed you. If you ignore common sense, your views are indeed insightful; if you ignore logic itself, your logic is impeccable. It's clear your parents have a good sense of humor, having raised such a joke."

The mouth and tail of the sand scorpion next to it were swaying gently, which showed that it was in a good mood.

Wei Zhiying blushed deeply, stammering, "You...you...who exactly are you?"

"You barged in like that, and you have the nerve to ask who I am?"

"Judging from the shackles on your hands and feet, this is definitely not your home. Therefore, since it's not your home, I can come in!"

Wei Zhiying finally managed to win back some ground with her twisted logic. The old woman fell silent for a long time before asking, "Young man, where did you come from, cultivator? Judging from your clothes, they seem to be issued by a sect. A dwarf like you would definitely be ostracized for cultivating immortality. It must be tough for you. No wonder you're so eager to take shortcuts."

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Wei Zhiying immediately raised her hand to interrupt, "It's true I want to take a shortcut, but you can't call me a dwarf just because I'm short. I'm only five years old, I haven't even developed yet!"

Upon hearing this, the old woman's breath hitched, and her eyes fixed on him: "What did you say? How old are you?"

Five years old.

"Impossible!" The other person immediately turned around and faced away from Wei Zhiying: "You are ambitious but shameless, full of wild fantasies and daydreams."

Wei Zhiying: ...

"You are definitely not a five-year-old child. Five-year-olds speak differently from adults. You don't talk like a five-year-old."

"Believe it or not!" Wei Zhiying stood up and tried to take Scorpion away: "Let's go, Scorpion, let's stay away from this old lady."

However, the scorpion retreated several steps, clearly trying to hide.

"Are you really five years old?"

Wei Zhiying lowered her hands and looked helplessly at the old woman in the cell: "Why would I lie to you? What benefit would I get from lying to you? You're locked up, so you don't know how scarce the spiritual energy is outside. Even two Nascent Soul cultivators could give birth to a child without spiritual roots. The school enrollment age has already been reduced to five years old."

The old woman was unusually bewildered: "I've been locked up for so long! It must be hundreds of years outside. Young man, do you know what time it is now?"

Wei Zhiying scratched his head: "How am I supposed to calculate this for you? Every country has different reign titles. According to the Tiansheng Kingdom, it is now the 18th year of Wenxi. Its previous reign title was Wenzhao, which lasted until the 56th year, and the last one was the youngest son of the late emperor..."

Before I could finish speaking, the old woman in the cell suddenly flew into a rage, gripping the bars tightly with both hands. My shouts and screams instantly made her seem like a vengeful demon: "You're lying! Only 30 years have passed! Only 30 years! How could the spiritual energy have suddenly dropped to the point where a five-year-old child would need to attend school? You're lying!"

Wei Zhiying was so frightened that she took several steps back. Although Wei Zhiying was a transmigrator, she had lived in the Northern Shu Kingdom for five years. The Northern Shu Kingdom was warlike and its people were never ones to admit defeat. Seeing the other party's anger, Wei Zhiying was not to be outdone. She directly raised her foot and summoned several ground spikes, pointing them at the prisoners in the cell.

Seeing the spikes hurtling towards her, the old woman instinctively ducked back, and the spikes stopped just at the edge of the gap in the cell bars.

"Who lied to you? Why would I lie to you? What do you have that I would want?" Wei Zhiying pondered for a moment: "There might be some countries with the same reign title. I'm not sure about the Tian Sheng Kingdom, but I can tell you about the Northern Shu Kingdom. The current reign title of the Northern Shu Kingdom is Jian'an 20th year. The previous reign title was Qiyuan, which lasted for 40 years. Xingyun lasted for 18 years, Wuding lasted for 10 years, and Weining lasted the longest, 76 years. There are quite a few others, but the Northern Shu Kingdom has a unique characteristic: from its founding to the present, it has never repeated its reign title. See if there are any familiar reign titles in the Northern Shu Kingdom. Maybe it's the same reign title as the Tian Sheng Kingdom this year."

"You're not lying to me?"

"Under what circumstances would I fabricate information about my own country?"

These words carried great weight, and coupled with Wei Zhiying's earnest demeanor, it was hard for the person opposite not to believe them. The man slowly raised his hand, and the sand scorpion beside him cautiously approached, finally letting the skeletal hand caress him: "Thirty years. I've been imprisoned here day and night. I heard you say that the spiritual energy outside is scarce, so I thought hundreds of years had passed. I didn't expect it to be only 30 years. How could this be? In 30 years, how could the spiritual energy be so scarce? Two Nascent Soul cultivators can't even have children with spiritual roots, and the enrollment age has even been reduced to five."

Wei Zhiying waved her hand to remove the spikes, then quietly approached with her hands behind her back: "You really don't have any martial arts techniques unknown to outsiders?"

"I was only 43 years old when I was imprisoned, where would I have gotten so many martial arts techniques?"

Wei Zhiying sensed that the man genuinely didn't have the information, and then visibly disappointed herself: "Never mind, what crime did you commit? You've been imprisoned for 30 years. If it was murder, you would have already paid with your life. It's possible that the people who imprisoned you have forgotten about it. Tell me, and I'll see if we can release you according to the current laws."

The old woman slumped to the ground, one hand still stroking the scorpion outside the cell, her eyes fixed on the sand spirit drawings pieced together with faint spiritual energy on the wall: "I...I'm a fox spirit who deserves to go to hell."