Chapter 535 - 388
Here is Chapter 535 of "Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming": âDid your son go to any Immortal Sect to gain experience?âGeneral Ye had just sent... Donât miss it!
âDid your son go to any Immortal Sect to gain experience?â
General Ye had just sent the information and, upon receiving Patriarch Yeâs question, replied:
âMy grandsonâs son, named Ye Tian, had the thought of venturing out five years ago.
He concealed his cultivation and studied his forging techniques at the North City Immortal Sect.
Itâs only in these past one or two months that he returned.
This time leaving on a distant journey, he carried with him a task assigned by the king.â
As for what the task was, General Ye did not elaborate clearly, just finishing the entire story in a sentence or two.
He believed that since Patriarch Ye asked, he must have his own judgment.
âOh, no wonderâŚâ
Patriarch Ye did not clearly explain to the communicating juniorâhow many generations below himâwhat the matter was, hence leaving the other party utterly baffled.
Although the Ye Family is one of the Ten Great Clans, like many cultivator families and Immortal Sects, not everyone could be a cultivation elite and reach the Mahayana Realm.
After the sky had shattered and the earth had cracked, it became increasingly difficult for cultivators to make progress.
Some had even reached the Divinity Transformation Stage, confronted the Heavenly Thunders over and over in their tribulations, and, even after being struck repeatedly and encountering Celestial Generals and Soldiers amid the multi-colored auspicious clouds, they still could not achieve Ascension.
Latterly, these cultivators at the Divinity Transformation Stage all went into hiding, rising up and disappearing without a trace, prompting thoughts that it couldnât possibly be that they turned to ash!
Later, if a family were able to have one or two individuals reach the Mahayana Realm, it was considered fortunate, as the path of cultivation grew ever more difficult with the passing of time.
There were once resources left by ancestors, but as time went on, the spiritual energy in the cultivation world deteriorated, and the pills made from Spirit Grass yielded diminishing effects.
Generation after generation passed, and the familyâs talents diminished.
People of the past could refine supreme elixirs and forge even greater Magical Treasures.
This generation was not as capable as the former; in present times, the family might struggle even to refine high-level pills.
Patriarch Ye understood that the juniors were learning from other Immortal Sects in secret, even though he wouldnât admit that the forging arts of the North City West Gate surpassed his own familyâs.
The puppets and flying ships used by that young man previously, and the sudden disappearance now, definitely signified innovation.
Patriarch Ye was delighted; his happiness made others curious, yet none addressed it.
Patriarch Ye, feeling smug, glanced at the dozen or so elders who stood before him.
He spotted the two old timers from North City Immortal Sect and gave them a mysterious smile.
Such an amusing situation was not something he could immediately reveal to everyone.
Although he believed the elders might give him face, he still wanted to test the capabilities of this young man, a descendant of his family, to see whether he was indeed inferior to previous generations.
Forging techniques might have been innovated, and this young manâs cultivation was not low, but his spells could be the deciding factor between a graceful victory and a lossâit all depended on overall quality.
Sitting there grinning foolishly without a word, drawing odd glances from other elders who were unaware of the reason for his laughter, some just dismissed him as being out of his mind.
The irate Golden Spiritual Root Great Ability, thinking that Patriarch Ye was laughing at him for not being able to deal with the young man, wondered whether he couldnât handle another old timer.
And so the conflict began.
âHmph, you dare to mock me?
Take this!â
General Ye, who didnât want to be attacked for no reason, wasnât a pushover.
Thinking of how this old timer bullied his junior, he decided to teach the old man a lesson.
âYou decrepit old fool, have you no shame?
Over a thousand years old and youâre bullying a twenty-something-year-old, thinking youâre impressive just because youâre slightly more capable?
Donât you realize your own age, while heâs still just a child!â
The two old men started to fight, turning day into night, obscuring the sun, and whipping up violent winds.
The rest of the elders stepped aside, believing the Golden Spiritual Root elder to be too arrogant just because of a smile that led to a fight.
They were of similar cultivation, and if they were to be attacked without reason, they wouldnât just stand there and take a beating.
It had been many years since theyâd exercised their limbs, so a bit of activity did them good!
To enjoy a spectacle during their idle time was quite nice, and they were curious to see which of the two elders had regressed over the years.
One of the elders, surnamed Yun, didnât watch the two fighting but instead looked at the turbulent sky, murmuring to himself:
âStrange, curiousâŚ
such Illusion Techniques are only used by someone from our Spirit Sect!â
One of the North City Immortal Sect elders then said, âOdd Yun, could it be that one of your Spirit Sect juniors has come to act as an undercover for our sect?â
âCut it out with your undercover talk.
Donât pretend like North City Immortal Sect is some sweet spot; my grandchild would never lower themselves to join your sect,â Odd Yun retorted.
âSpirit Sect Odd Yun, if it isnât your grandchild, then you must admit, your grandchild isnât as good as that young man!â said another elder from North City Immortal Sect.
âIâm speaking my mind.
Why are you two butting in?â Odd Yun objected.
And just like that, three eccentrics started bickering.
In the sky, while releasing golden energy, the elder sprinkled poisonous powder on his adversary.
âOdd Tang, you are truly despicable!â Patriarch Ye cursed while hastily taking a Detoxification Pill for himself.
âWe fight using our own Magical Treasures and tools.
How is that despicable?â the accused Odd Tang retorted.
He was from the Poison Sect Tang Clan, and the reason he hadnât used poison before was because he felt it was unnecessary against a weaker opponentâhe could have crushed him with just a lift of a finger, after all.