The Dynasty of Cultivating Immortality

Chapter 16

C16 – Ni Huibo’s Father

After Teng Junlu departed, Ni Xianjian furrowed his brow and addressed the remaining individuals in the courtyard, “You all may leave now.”

Soon, only Ni Situo and Ni Huibo remained. Ni Xianjian turned to Ni Situo with a stern gaze and reminded him, “Ni Situo, remember what I told you last night. You are to copy the clan rules fifty times once you return.”

Ni Situo opened his mouth to respond, but the sight of Ni Xianjian’s furious expression silenced him. With a heart full of bitterness, he left.

“Ni Huibo, come with me,” Ni Xianjian beckoned as he headed into the house. Settling into a chair, he questioned Ni Huibo, “Who taught you the cultivation method? When did you begin your practice?”

Ni Huibo internally sighed. Since Ni Situo had discovered his secret cultivation, he had anticipated this confrontation. His uncle had cared for him for sixteen years, and Ni Huibo was reluctant to deceive him. Moreover, claiming that someone had covertly taught him would only raise his uncle’s suspicions, complicating matters further. Thus, he opted for honesty.

“Uncle, I’ve had no mentor for the cultivation method. It was only after perusing the books from the mayor that I realized I had reached the Three Qi Stage at the age of thirteen. I’ve also been experiencing an uncontrollable power within me that has grown increasingly wild with age, with shorter intervals between its surges.”

Before Ni Huibo could finish, Ni Xianjian interjected, “You have an untamed power inside you? And the frequency of its emergence is increasing – does it harm you?”

A surge of warmth filled Ni Huibo’s heart, sensing his uncle’s concern. He quickly replied, “Uncle, I’ve tried to master this energy during my cultivation. So far, it hasn’t harmed me, but it does compel my body to perform extraordinary feats, like suddenly gaining immense strength or leaping from the ground to the rooftop.”

This was evidently a manifestation of Ni Huibo’s inability to control the spiritual energy within him.

Upon hearing this, Ni Xianjian was deeply moved. Ni Huibo truly was his younger brother’s son; his ability to absorb spiritual energy and cultivate from a young age was nothing short of genius.

Ni Huibo went on to explain, “A month ago, someone whispered a chant to me, which turned out to be a cultivation method. Since I’ve been practicing it, I’ve managed to gradually control the energy within me.”

“I need to check if your spiritual energy is circulating properly,” Ni Xianjian said, concerned that the person who taught Ni Huibo might have had ulterior motives. He took Ni Huibo’s hand, carefully channeling his own spiritual energy into the younger man’s body, ensuring it flowed to every part. Only when he was satisfied that everything was in order did he breathe a sigh of relief, his forehead dotted with sweat and his hands shaking from the effort.

The idea that someone had imparted a cultivation method to Ni Huibo made Ni Xianjian wary of potential foul play. After a thorough examination revealed no issues, he relaxed slightly, considering the possibility that the mysterious instructor might be a hermit of great skill who recognized Ni Huibo’s exceptional talent. As long as their intentions were pure, that was all that mattered.

What concerned Ni Xianjian most now was Ni Huibo’s level of attainment.

Watching Ni Huibo, Ni Xianjian’s fists were clenched. His trembling was not just from the depletion of his spiritual energy, but from the shock of Ni Huibo’s current level. He had not anticipated such prodigious talent; at only sixteen, Ni Huibo’s cultivation had already reached the late stage of the second level.

It seemed likely that Ni Huibo’s spiritual energy was overflowing because he had just achieved a breakthrough to the late stage of the second level the previous night.

Ni Huibo stood there, stunned.

What about his mother? Where had she gone?

Was it possible that his mother was truly dead? Had his father disappeared to avenge her?

Tears filled Ni Huibo’s usually placid eyes, and rage surged within him. “Uncle, who is my father’s enemy?”

Ni Xianjian placed a comforting hand on Ni Huibo’s shoulder. “Even if you ask me now, I can’t tell you. Your father’s adversary is so formidable that not even the full might of the Ni family could make a dent. Once you top the Leaderboard, come and ask me again. Then, I will explain everything to you.”

The Leaderboard!

The Leap Test assessed the cultivation talents of sixteen-year-old youths. Talented youths would join various sects to learn the ways of immortal cultivation. A year later, a martial examination would be held in the Croburg capital, with the top hundred contenders earning a spot on the Leaderboard.

The Leaderboard recorded names up to the age of twenty-five.

After that, individuals were automatically removed from the list.

Ni Huibo’s fists were clenched tight. He had resolved to claim the top spot on the Leaderboard within a year. With his father gone without a trace, he couldn’t afford to lose a moment.

“If your father were here, he would be so proud,” Ni Xianjian mused, his thoughts lingering on his younger brother. “Always remember, in front of anyone else, you are my son. Never reveal your true heritage.”

“Yes, Uncle,” Ni Huibo acknowledged, understanding his uncle’s intent to protect him.

“What’s this about the theft of the City Hall’s treasure and the prime minister’s genuine works?” Ni Xianjian asked, his mood settling as he recalled the issue Ni Situo had mentioned.

“The City Hall’s treasures should have been recovered by now,” Ni Huibo began, pausing guiltily before continuing, “As for the prime minister’s genuine works, I had been practicing my calligraphy and one day realized my handwriting closely resembled his. So, I decided to create a copy. I never imagined it would lead to a misunderstanding with the Immortal Cultivation Hall.”

“Given your exceptional talent for cultivation, it’s no surprise that your skills rival those of the prime minister. Should you have any questions about your practice in the future, feel free to come and ask me.” Ni Xianjian gazed into Ni Huibo’s clear eyes. He had intended to encourage Ni Huibo to show more leniency towards Ni Situo, but the words wouldn’t come. After a moment’s contemplation of Ni Huibo’s youthful visage, he turned and left the courtyard.

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