Family Immortal Cultivation: Li Clan

Li Changsheng pointed a finger at the baby's forehead, and after carefully sensing it, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He retracted his finger, turned around and said to Chen Hu: "This child has earth spiritual roots."

Li Changsheng did not expect to meet a child with heavenly spiritual roots.

Chen Hu was puzzled. He had only heard that if you have spiritual roots, you can cultivate immortals, but he didn't know anything else.

If Li Changsheng was not here, he would take the child to the city and ask the immortal master in the city to test him.

"Talent is only one of them. The most important thing is opportunity. If this child has enough opportunity, everything will be possible in the future."

Li Changsheng did not say it all. If Chen Hu was a Yuanying or even a Shenhua, even if this child had five spiritual roots, his future would be limitless.

But this child was born in the mortal world, so he could only go to the immortal cultivation world and join a sect to seek shelter. In the future, he could only rely on himself.

If the opportunity is insufficient, he may be killed by others in the Qi Refining Period. If the opportunity is sufficient and he worships a good master, he may be able to go a little further, so reincarnation is a technical job.

"Sir, I wonder if my child can accept you as his master!"

Chen Hu looked at Li Changsheng expectantly.

Li Changsheng shook his head: "I don't accept disciples, and my cultivation is low, so I can't teach this child anything."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Chen Hu's eyes, but Li Changsheng's words made sense. If Li Changsheng's cultivation was strong, why would he come to their mortal village?

"Sir, in that case, please give this child a name!"

Li Changsheng pondered for a moment, then said: "This world is not peaceful now, this child may have a bad fate in the future, why not call him Ping An!"

"Chen Ping An, Ping An An."

Chen Hu murmured the name, and the more he said it, the smoother it sounded, and immediately bowed: "Thank you for the name, sir!"

"Are you going to take Ping An to the city and let him join the immortal sect next?"

"Sir, I don't know anything except hunting. If this child doesn't go to the sect, will he stay and hunt and farm with my husband and wife?"

Li Changsheng pondered for a moment: "Well, when Ping An is older, I can teach him to read and write, which will be good for him to enter the sect in the future."

"Thank you, sir, I will definitely let Ping An remember your great kindness."

Chen Hu kowtowed again to thank him.

"No need to do that, get up!"

Li Changsheng helped Chen Hu up. Chen Ping An was a natural spiritual root, and he still wanted to leave a trace of good fate.

After the matter was settled, Li Changsheng said goodbye and went back.

Spring went and autumn came, and seven years passed.

In an open area, Li Changsheng sat on a tree stump, holding a sharpened stick and writing seriously on the ground. He was probably in his forties at this time.

As time went by, the vitality of the young and strong in the village began to decline, and the number of wild animals in the mountains also decreased. In order to save the cost of pens, ink, paper and inkstone, they could only practice on the ground.

There were more than a dozen children around him, all watching him write seriously.

The villagers heard that Li Changsheng taught Chen Pingan to read and write, so they sent the children born in these seven years to him.

Li Changsheng did not refuse. Teaching one is teaching, and teaching a group is also teaching.

"Okay, who knows what this word is?"

After Li Changsheng finished writing, he stood up and let the children watch.

A group of children stared at each other, their faces were very nervous, and they couldn't say anything.

"Sir, this is the word 'Chen'."

Li Changsheng looked at a tall and thin little boy with regular features and said with praise: "Ping An is right. This word is your surname. You all have to learn from Ping An. Do you understand?"

"I understand, sir!"

The children agreed in unison.

"Practice by yourself, Ping An, follow me!"

Li Changsheng called Chen Ping An aside and asked softly: "Ping An, have you remembered all the knowledge of cultivating immortals that I taught you in the past few years?"

"I remember, sir!"

"Yes!"

Li Changsheng nodded, hesitated for a moment, took out a piece of animal skin, and said: "This skill is prepared for you by me. You have learned all the words on it. After you remember it in your heart, burn it!"

"Sir, are you leaving?"

Chen Ping An asked reluctantly.

Li Changsheng smiled and touched Chen Ping'an's head, "All good things must come to an end. I hope we will meet again one day."

Li Changsheng then took out another letter from his arms and handed it to Chen Ping'an: "Give this letter to your father."

"Okay, I'm leaving!"

After giving instructions, he left.

Chen Ping'an put away the letter and the animal skin, and ran towards home without looking back.

Two hours later, Chen Hu brought Chen Ping'an to Li Changsheng's residence, but there was no trace of the two of them.

"Dad!"

Chen Ping'an's eyes were red, full of reluctance.

Chen Hu touched Chen Ping'an's head: "Okay, if you succeed in your cultivation in the future, there may be a chance to see each other again. We should also go to the capital city."

"Yeah!"

Chen Ping'an nodded hard.

The next day, Chen Hu explained to the villagers that Li Changsheng and his wife had left for something. Although everyone was reluctant, they did not care too much.

Chen Hu rented an ox cart in the village and took Chen Pingan and a dozen children from the village to the capital city to test their spiritual roots.

All the villagers came to see him off, their eyes full of expectation and reluctance, hoping that their children could cultivate immortality, but also reluctant to let their children leave.

In fact, Li Changsheng had already told Chen Hu that among these children of the right age, only Chen Pingan had spiritual roots.

However, in order to prevent the immortal cultivators in the city from suspecting, Li Changsheng suggested that he take all the children under ten years old to the city.

In the sky, above a white cloud, Li Changsheng and his wife looked at everything happening on the ground.

"Husband, if Chen Pingan meets a vicious master, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to have a future."

Ye Ruxuan said worriedly. Now Kunwu Sect and Canglan Palace are fighting, and many cultivators have destroyed their bodies. If his spiritual roots are discovered, it is easy for others to seize his body.

"He is not my disciple. What I have done is nothing more than seeking a good fate. If his fate is like this, it can only mean that he is destined to become someone else's substitute."

"Everyone has his own destiny. Whether he is a ghost or a fairy depends on fate."

Li Changsheng sighed, and then looked at Ye Ruxuan: "Madam, how long will it take for you to break through the spirit transformation?"

"My state of mind is already perfect. After a period of retreat, I can induce the 59th thunder tribulation."

Ye Ruxuan said confidently.

"Let's go! Let's find a hidden place to pass the tribulation, and then rush back to Canghai Realm. I have been away from home for a hundred years, and I don't know how my family is doing."

The two are now eager to go home and don't want to delay any longer.

"Let's go!"

The two figures flashed and disappeared in an instant.