Chapter 2, Vitality

Mi Youran was also unwilling to give in, as he rubbed his hands vigorously

After being beaten up, Romei regained her senses and immediately felt regret in her heart, pulling at Mi Youran's sleeve: "You fool, why didn't you dodge!"

Moreover, their cultivation methods are singular, relying solely on the power of mantras. Compared to true cultivators, they fall significantly short, which is something the proud couple finds utterly intolerable

Mi Youran reached out and embraced Romei

What frustrates Rome the most is that many of the practitioners of the Way of Continuation engage in arduous cultivation. They are not lofty cultivators; rather, they prefer to establish their sects in places inhabited by mortals. Their living conditions are exceedingly humble, with their food, clothing, and daily necessities being extremely simple. In the realm of cultivation, practitioners of the Way of Continuation are nicknamed "Flower Sect," which is actually a euphemism for "Beggar Sect"

As long as my son can survive, any cost is worth paying

I found the right place!

Romeo is at a loss for tears; the crux of the matter lies within the next two years. She must send the child away as soon as possible and cannot have any contact with the couple, for any connection could endanger the child. This is difficult for her to accept, especially since once she lets go, she will not even be able to see the child, which drives her to the brink of madness.

The sunlight filters through the branches, falling onto the ground in dappled patterns, shimmering with a faint golden hue, exuding a touch of warmth

Mi Youran felt a deep sense of sorrow within. In truth, he understood that when they had seized the Yan Treasure, although no one was killed, countless masters from the Yan Realm were injured, including one who was a super expert of the Yan Realm holding the Yan Dragon position, who was also wounded by the two of them.

I will re-derive it once again

Mi Youran has been calculating continuously, seeking to find the optimal position to ensure that his son will be adopted and that his son will not be in danger. This kind of deduction can be described as a mentally taxing endeavor, one that even his cultivation at the Integration Stage cannot handle alone, requiring the assistance of his wife.

Behind the Xiyan Gate lies the famous Xishan Mountain. At the foot of the mountain is an endless expanse of maple forest. In autumn, the maple forest is ablaze with fiery red. The maple leaves, illuminated by the setting sun, appear like dancing flames, exuding an extraordinary brilliance and vibrancy

"I understand, don't worry, I am here." Although he is clumsy with words and cannot comfort others, Romé still finds this appealing.

Stop counting... Wuwu, I am truly unwilling! If I can save my son's life, even if he leaves me... I will accept it!

The young man in white is Mi Xiaojing, a disciple of the Xiyan Sect. There is still a lingering fear in his eyes as the scene from earlier on the mountain flashes through his mind

The mountain wind swept through the treetops, producing a series of rustling sounds, startling a flock of crows that cawed loudly as they spiraled into the sky

... ...

Indeed, this is a derogatory view held by cultivators towards the secondary cultivation, whereas secondary cultivation is not as inadequate as it is portrayed

This is Mi Xiaojing at the age of thirteen, encountering a lone wolf for the first time, and even though he is a derivative cultivator, it still frightens him considerably

A young man in white emerged from the picturesque maple forest

The origins of Yanxiu are shrouded in mystery. Thousands of years ago, there existed a Buddhist sect in the realm of cultivation, which had a significant conflict with the cultivators. Following a cataclysmic battle on the vast plains, the Buddhist sect completely vanished. Several hundred years later, Yanxiu emerged in the realm of cultivation.

It is indeed difficult to part with him. Luo Mei has cultivated to the Great Ascension stage, and his exceptional talent is among the best in the cultivation world. However, once it involves his only son, he becomes completely unhinged; all reason and intelligence vanish without a trace.

Mi Youran could only let his wife vent her anger on him. Fortunately, although Luo Mei was furious, she knew that she could not use her cultivation power to strike. However, even without using her power, she still managed to leave Mi Youran with bruises, as he did not defend himself with his cultivation power in order to appease his wife's wrath.

This is a tranquil and serene autumn

However, this time Mi Xiaojing encountered a lone wolf, and it was a hungry lone wolf. Therefore, he had to face it alone. The wolf was extremely hungry, and it could not care about anything else; devouring the fresh meat before it became the lone wolf's only thought

There are wolves on Xishan Mountain, which is not a new occurrence. In the past, winter was the active season for wolf packs, as they would search for food and attack in various places due to the scarcity of resources. However, in autumn, wolf attacks on humans are rare, as food is generally abundant during this season. Wolves are inherently intelligent creatures; they will not attack humans unless absolutely necessary.

Romei shook her head and cried, as she had already accepted Miyouran's deduction in her heart

The realm of transformation places great emphasis on causality, thus the consequences of all actions must be borne by the son. According to the deductions, if the son practices cultivation, the chances of survival are indeed slim, regardless of whether his parents are present or not. However, if he enters the path of transformation for cultivation, he may find a chance for survival.

Without saying a word, Luo Mei is also doing her utmost; she only wishes to find the best solution. Therefore, her husband's deductions are extremely important, just as in the past, once they took action, her husband would always make deductions. The reason the couple has been able to reach such a level of cultivation and navigate the cultivation world is largely due to Mi Youran's mastery of the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams.

Where the wind passes, red, yellow, and brown leaves fall gently, creating a thick layer of golden yellow on the forest floor

The desolate autumn wind sweeps across the mountains, and the earth is adorned with brilliant colors: golden yellow, deep brown, and bright red, interspersed with mottled remnants of green. Layer upon layer, these hues blend together, as if the forest and the land have donned a new coat of vibrant colors

The practices of the Yanshu and the Buddhist sects share many similarities. Practitioners of the true path often harbor animosity towards the Buddhist sect, which in turn implicates the Yanshu, leading to frequent conflicts between the two. Therefore, sending Luomei's child to the Yanshu truly becomes unbearable for the couple.

The scene is extremely beautiful, but upon closer inspection, one will find that this young man appears somewhat disheveled. His hair, which is styled in a bun, is now somewhat disordered. The white garment he wears is actually a patched robe, the kind that is layered with patches. All the coarse fabric patches have been washed to a grayish-white, and the original color is long gone. This patched robe has numerous tears, leaving behind traces of rips.

Both husband and wife are individuals of profound understanding of the Dao; how could they not comprehend this principle? It is merely that Luo Mei, being overly concerned for her son, becomes flustered. Once she regains a semblance of rationality, she will understand that this path is one her son must take, and there is no avoiding it.

I, I... my son went to Yanmen, to Yanxiu? I...

At last, Mi Youran raised her head

Mi Youran is fundamentally different; he is more concerned about his son's future

In the evening, the distant sound of the evening drum faintly emanated from the Xiyang Gate, accompanied by the intermittent chanting of mantras, which could also be heard softly. The clanging sounds echoed back and forth in the valley, while wisps of cooking smoke rose within the sect.

When the eight demon spirits and one hundred and eight vengeful ghosts were all exhausted, the couple exchanged bitter smiles. Although Luo Mei's face bore a bitter smile, tears fell from her eyes.

Rome lost her composure in an instant, raised her hand to strike, and roared: "That is my son, I simply do not want him to suffer, I do not want him to leave... I would rather pay the price myself than let my son pay the price!"