Is It Reasonable for Me to Start a Sect at 12?

He chuckled and said to Lin Dayou, "Dad, just think about it—our village is such a simple and honest place, but we had someone like Liu Laoda causing trouble. I was just doing a good deed for the village by getting rid of a menace."

Lin Dayou snorted, "You don't even consider your own small frame. What if you couldn't handle Liu Laoda? That guy's strength is even greater than mine. If you weren't capable enough and fell into his hands, I wonder where you'd go crying."

Seeing that his father didn't seem truly angry, Lin Xiao quickly slipped into a seat at the table. "Oh, come on, Dad! You know your son is sharp. There's no way I'd make such a rookie mistake, right? Come on, Dad, big brother, let's eat before the food gets cold."

With that, he eagerly looked at Lin Dayou.

Amused, Lin Dayou picked up his bowl, and Lin Xiao and Lin Yun immediately began devouring their meal like they hadn't eaten in days.

With his mouth still full, Lin Xiao mumbled, "Dad, we're going to the market tomorrow, right? We talked about it before."

Lin Dayou glared at him, "When have I ever gone back on my word? Didn't I build that shed for you as soon as you asked?"

Lin Xiao quickly flattered him, "Of course! You're a true man of your word, Dad!"

That night, Lin Xiao sat in his room, pondering the progress of the various tasks at hand.

Including himself, the sect now had six people and one chicken as members—just three short of the goal of ten.

Thanks to the storage bags and private storage, the digging of mud for the sect's main hall and training room had progressed far faster than Lin Xiao had originally anticipated. By midday tomorrow, after Tietou and the others finish another round of digging, they'd have more than enough.

The only thing left to gather was wood.

Lin Xiao felt excited. Soon, they'd have their sect's main hall!

At that moment, the system's notification rang in his mind.

Ding—Congratulations to sect member Lin Yun for advancing to Qi Refining Level 1.

Lin Xiao's mood instantly improved. It seemed his brother, despite having less time to cultivate each day, had been working diligently at home.

The next morning, the roosters in the village crowed earlier than usual, as many families had risen early to prepare for the market day.

For many in Shuisui Village, the monthly market was a big event. The supplies needed for the next month were often bought at this time. Villagers would also bring pickles, eggs, wild mushrooms, and animal pelts they had gathered to trade for money to support their households.

Lin Xiao followed closely behind Lin Dayou, heading to the Lin family's ancestral home to meet up with everyone.

Though Lin Laoyezi had separated his two sons after they married, urging them to maintain a good relationship and work together, they had always gone to the market together.

Usually, Lin Dahan, his wife Qin Shi, and Lin Dayou would go together, but today they had an extra companion tagging along.

As Lin Dahan pushed the cart, he smiled and asked Lin Xiao, "Xiao, I heard you disabled Liu Laoda's hands and feet. Is that true?"

Lin Xiao nodded modestly. "Though the villagers do tend to exaggerate, this time they got it right."

Lin Dahan's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, you really did it! Tell me, how did you manage that?"

Lin Xiao sighed inwardly—here it comes. Dealing with family is always the hardest. That's why he hadn't told his grandfather yet. They would ask, and he'd have to explain. Even after he did, they might not believe him, and he'd have to demonstrate, but he didn't want to scare them. Ah, being a person is so difficult!

Glancing at Lin Dahan and then at Lin Dayou, who was pretending not to hear while helping push the cart, Lin Xiao knew he couldn't rely on his father.

Scratching his head, Lin Xiao said to Lin Dahan, "Uncle, you might not believe me if I told you, so let me show you directly."

Before Lin Dahan could ask what he meant, Lin Xiao cast a Binding Technique on him.

Frozen mid-push, Lin Dahan suddenly stood still on the dirt road.

Lin Dayou, who had been walking beside him, almost slipped from the sudden stop, and Qin Shi, who was walking with them, was startled when her husband suddenly froze.

She shook him gently, panicking. "Husband, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Lin Dayou shot Lin Xiao a glare before reassuring Qin Shi. "Don't worry, Sister-in-law. He's fine."

Then he turned back to Lin Xiao with another glare. "Aren't you going to lift your spell already?"

Lin Xiao sheepishly released the Binding Technique, and Lin Dahan immediately relaxed. He looked at Lin Xiao with confusion and asked, "Xiao, what just happened?"

Lin Xiao grinned. "Well, Uncle, I got a bit of a fortuitous encounter recently and founded a sect. Now, I'm cultivating to become an immortal. But don't get me wrong, I'm far from being an immortal. I've only just started on the path of cultivation."

Qin Shi, standing nearby, also looked at him in surprise.

Lin Dahan exchanged a glance with his wife, then turned to Lin Dayou. "Dayou, is what Xiao said true?"

Lin Dayou, encountering this situation for the first time, didn't quite know how to explain it. He awkwardly replied with a simple "Yes."

Lin Dahan looked at his nephew in astonishment. "Oh my goodness! My nephew has become an immortal!"

Just as expected, Lin Xiao sighed inwardly. He knew his first explanation wouldn't be enough.

Exasperated, Lin Xiao repeated, "Uncle, I'm not an immortal. I'm just a cultivator on the path to becoming one…"

But Lin Dahan, his face flushed with excitement, couldn't be calmed. He grabbed Lin Xiao and lifted him high into the air, shouting, "Haha! My nephew is an immortal! Haha!"

Dangling in the air, Lin Xiao glanced around, relieved to see that it was still early and there weren't many people on the road. Otherwise, he'd be dying of embarrassment right now!

As he swayed in the air, Lin Xiao quickly shouted, "Uncle! Put me down! I've got something important to tell you!"

Lin Dahan, beaming with pride, finally set Lin Xiao down and asked, "What is it, Xiao?"

Lin Xiao helped adjust the forgotten cart and said, "Uncle, it's getting late. Let's talk while we walk."