Stronger with Crimson Modifier

His unbound, ink-black hair brushed across the chessboard as he leaned forward, sweeping a few stray pieces aside. They clinked as they rolled into the ceramic jar.

The sight left Jin Ling’Er momentarily dazed.

"What, is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Noticing her daze, Wang Zhiyuan reached out and gently waved a hand in front of her eyes.

"No, I was just lost in thought."

Jin Ling’Er snapped out of it and shook her head, as if to hide her earlier embarrassment.

She then spoke.

"I have yet to congratulate you on your breakthrough to the Inner Qi Realm.

With your talent, you’re sure to make it onto the Dragon and Tiger List one day!"

A hint of deep admiration colored her tone as she said this.

She was no longer the same ignorant little snake she once was. Now, she had some understanding of mortal Martial Artists.

Under normal circumstances, any Martial Artist who broke through to the Inner Qi Realm before the age of thirty could be considered a true genius.

And yet, Wang Zhiyuan had already reached this realm at the young age of eighteen.

Among mortals, such talent was nothing short of monstrous.

"The Dragon and Tiger List? With my abilities, getting on it is only a matter of time."

Wang Zhiyuan gave a calm smile, then gently shook his head.

"However, my ambitions lie elsewhere."

"Could it be that you aspire to Cultivation?" Jin Ling’Er asked tentatively.

"Exactly. A mortal’s lifespan is barely a hundred years. Even if one reaches the Peak of Inner Energy, tops the Dragon and Tiger List, and becomes an unrivaled warrior, after a century, they still turn to dust.

Only through Qi Cultivation and Ascension to Immortality can one shatter the shackles of mortality, attain eternal life, and roam free between Heaven and Earth."

Wang Zhiyuan’s gaze was distant, his expression filled with yearning.

Cultivators were often stationed in Tai Lake County, so it was inevitable they would have dealings with the local powers.

As the eldest son of the main branch of one of the three great families in Tai Lake County, Wang Zhiyuan was naturally aware that Cultivators existed.

Becoming a Cultivator, practicing Qi Cultivation, and achieving Ascension to Immortality.

Who wouldn’t want that?

He had once entertained the thought of finding a master to begin his Cultivation.

Unfortunately, that Immortal Master had only said the time was not yet right.

He had to keep waiting.

Several years passed in this way.

’He wondered when the time would finally be right.’

Just then, a young servant in green robes hurried into the courtyard.

"Young Master, a guest has arrived at the manor. The Master requests your presence."

Wang Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you know who has come?"

The green-robed servant thought for a moment, then said hesitantly.

"I think it’s a middle-aged Daoist with a longsword on his back. The Master is treating him with great respect."

"Oh?"

A peculiar light flashed in Wang Zhiyuan’s eyes, as if he had realized something.

A flicker of excitement crossed his face.

He stood, straightened his robes, and said to Jin Ling’Er, who was beside him.

"Ling’Er, I’ll be right back!"

After getting a nod from Jin Ling’Er,

Wang Zhiyuan followed the servant out of the courtyard.

As Jin Ling’Er stood in the courtyard watching Wang Zhiyuan’s retreating figure, her heart stirred.

’Looks like what Hu Qi said was true. Someone from an Immortal Sect really did come looking for him.’

Recalling what Hu Qi had said the day before, a strange glint appeared in her eyes.

...

「Wang Family, Main Hall.」

A portly man in opulent robes was seated to one side.

This man was none other than Wang Zhiwen, the Patriarch of the Wang Family.

Seated opposite him was a powerfully built man in a white robe, a longsword strapped to his back.

He had a transcendent air about him, clearly marking him as no ordinary mortal.

In this man’s presence, Wang Zhiwen appeared constrained, his tone tinged with a hint of humility.

He asked cautiously.

"May I ask the purpose of your visit, Immortal Master?"

The white-robed man, Songling Zi, gave a serene smile. He lifted his teacup, took a light sip, and then spoke slowly.

"I have come today because your esteemed son’s karmic opportunity has arrived. I am here to guide him onto the Dao."

"Oh?"

Wang Zhiwen’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t hide the excitement on his face.

’To be accepted by an Immortal and guided onto the Dao! This was an opportunity countless mortals could only dream of!’

He was overjoyed. Just as he was about to ask more, he heard the sound of two sets of footsteps approaching from the distance.

The atmosphere in the hall grew tense. Both Wang Zhiwen and Songling Zi turned simultaneously to look toward the entrance.

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