Chapter 1238

Chapter 1238: The Mission

In the Tianhu Immortal Realm, there was an unknown human village.

A six-year-old little boy struggled to carry a pile of firewood taller than himself back home.

Behind him, a four-year-old Little Girl followed, occasionally helping to steady the stack of firewood.

Since they were descending the mountain, the little boy took each step very carefully.

“Meat, if we sell the firewood we’ve gathered, we can get five celestial scripts. That way, we can buy meat and your favorite pear tarts,” the little boy said to his tired sister.

“Brother, let’s use all the money to buy meat. Mother said eating more meat will help us grow taller and stronger,” the Little Girl replied in her innocent, childlike voice.

“You really care about me, Little Meat,” the little boy chuckled.

“Once you grow taller and stronger, you can carry more firewood, earn more money, and buy me even more pear tarts,” the Little Girl said, holding the firewood with a dreamy smile. Her drool and hopeful eyes hinted that she was destined for great things in the future.

“You…” The little boy was about to respond when he slipped, tumbling down with the pile of firewood.

Luckily, the wooden frame behind him caught him, preventing him from rolling further down the mountain.

At that moment, a flash of spiritual light appeared beneath the little boy and entered his body.

He was about to get up but instead fell into a deep sleep.

“Brother! Brother!! I don’t want pear tarts anymore! Wake up, please wake up!”

The Little Girl panicked, crying as she stayed by her brother’s side.

Meanwhile, the little boy seemed to be dreaming.

In his dream, he became a disciple of a legendary sect and learned many powerful celestial techniques.

He was living a carefree life in the sect when suddenly a large group of the beast race attacked.

Seeing the beasts invade his sect, the little boy knew he couldn’t let this happen.

His mother had always taught him to protect his home, no matter what.

So, the sect fought back against the beast race, and the little boy used his celestial techniques to fend off wave after wave of beasts.

Later, impressed by his strength, the beast race offered him a deal: join them, and he would survive.

The little boy didn’t respond. Instead, he fiercely used his celestial techniques to slay every beast in sight until he was surrounded and bled dry of his last drop of blood.

When he woke from the dream, the little boy felt his body swollen and his mouth dry.

He struggled to open his eyes and found his sister sleeping beside his bed.

At that moment, a light curtain appeared before him, visible only to the little boy.

“Congratulations, you have acquired the cultivation system. Would you like to embark on the path of cultivation?”

The little boy stared at the words, sitting up and scratching his head.

“What does this say?”

Meanwhile, on an island in the Wood Origin Immortal Realm, Xu Fan was steaming a large pot of seafood.

“Master, 1,300 specially made celestial tools have been activated,” Grape reported.

“That’s quite fast. Let them continue their training in their respective Immortal Realms for now. When the time is right, we’ll summon them back to the sect,” Xu Fan replied, lifting the lid of the steaming pot of seafood.

A spirit shrimp larger than an adult’s arm was placed on a plate by Xu Fan.

“Weiyun, bring me my special seafood sauce,” Xu Fan said, looking at Zhang Weiyun, who was preparing delicacies in the distance.

“Okay, husband~”

"Passing the sect’s assessment isn’t enough; we also need to monitor their daily behavior. Those who don’t meet the standard will be eliminated," Xu Fan said while peeling the spirit shrimp. To enjoy the seaside experience, he had sealed both himself and Zhang Weiyun into mortal forms.

“Understood, Master.”

In the Tianhu Immortal Realm, the little boy who had been attending private school finally understood the words on the light curtain he had seen that day.

“Can I start cultivating now?” the little boy asked excitedly as the light curtain reappeared.

When he was younger, an immortal had visited their village and tested him along with all the other children.

According to that immortal, he had four spirit roots, low comprehension, and limited wisdom, making him unsuitable for cultivation.

He had been disappointed for a long time.

“I want to cultivate~” the little boy said to the light curtain.

The light curtain didn’t respond, so the little boy tentatively reached out and tapped the character for "cultivation."

The light curtain changed again, and a mechanical voice spoke.

“Begin cultivating with small tasks. Task One: Learn 3,000 characters and be able to write them fluently.”

“Task Two: Help your family earn 1,000 celestial scripts.”

“Task Three: There’s a lone wolf on the mountain; use your wisdom to defeat it.”

Looking at these three tasks, the little boy suddenly felt that cultivation might not be worth it.

“I can only learn five characters a day; how long will it take to learn 3,000?”

“If I go up the mountain to collect firewood, I can only earn 300 celestial scripts in a year.”

“Even the best hunter in the village is afraid of the lone wolf on the mountain; how am I supposed to kill it?”

At that moment, in various Immortal Realms, many people who had received special celestial tools were given similar tasks.

In a giant city in the Wood Origin Immortal Realm, Xiong Li was leisurely strolling down the street with Zhuang Ling.

Just then, a little boy ran past them, shouting.

“Excuse me, I’m running out of time for my task~”

The anxious look on his small face was rather endearing.

Xiong Li turned to look at the little boy who had dashed by.

“Why do I sense a familiar aura from that little boy?” Xiong Li asked curiously.

“That little boy must have received a special celestial tool from the sect for recruiting disciples; he’s probably working on a task,” Zhuang Ling said with a smile.

“How do you know?”

“Brother Xiong, haven’t you checked the sect’s forum in a while?”

“Many disciples have found those celestial tools among the kids.”

“Some are even live streaming the kids’ tasks on the sect’s forum,” Zhuang Ling said, smiling.

“The sect is recruiting a new generation of disciples? Time flies so quickly!” Xiong Li exclaimed.

At that moment, the same little boy approached Xiong Li, holding a bunch of colorful paper flowers he had made.

“Senior, buy a flower for your wife,” the little boy said with hopeful eyes.

Meanwhile, comments flooded a live stream room on the sect’s forum.

“What a coincidence! Just casually watching a live stream, and I see Senior Brother Xiong Li.”

“Ha ha, when he called her ‘wife,’ Senior Sister Zhuang Ling must be thrilled; maybe the little boy will finish his task early.”

“Everyone, quiet! Let’s see how Senior Brother responds. Will this ancient iron tree finally bloom?”

Xiong Li looked down at the silent little boy.

The overwhelming pressure nearly made the boy crumble.

But despite the task, the little boy kept a smile on his face and looked at Xiong Li, even as his legs trembled.

“You’ve got guts; I’ll take all your flowers,” Xiong Li said, pulling out two spirit stones.

“Senior, one bouquet costs ten spirit stones.”

The little boy’s legs shook even more violently.