NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1:
Chapter 1: Tianhu’s Beginning:
– The Central Plains Domain, Ziyun Mountains.
Beneath this majestic mountain range resided a powerful spiritual vein.
Over time, the constant nourishment of Spiritual Qi had covered the entire range, making it glow with mystical brilliance.
The main peaks were filled with rare flowers and plants, and occasionally, graceful cranes could be seen fluttering their wings.
This treasured land of perfect Feng Shui was occupied by the most prominent cultivation clan of the Central Plains—the Xu clan.
For thousands of years, since the first ancestor of the Xu clan claimed this land during his Divine Transformation, it has remained their sacred home.
Looking around, one can faintly glimpse exquisite pavilions and expansive spiritual fields scattered across the mountain peaks.
Atop one of the main peaks of the Ziyun Mountains, a handsome young man sat under a tree in a courtyard, leisurely flipping through a manual.
After a while, the young man closed the manual, his face showing a hint of disappointment.
“Cultivation talent is such an uncertain thing.” He muttered.
The young man was Xu Chuan, a transmigrator from Earth. Sixteen years had passed since he arrived in this world.
Though time had passed, Xu Chuan still felt a bit opposed to the idea of being transmigrated here.
What was wrong with phones and computers?
Weren’t his 2D wives perfect?
Why did this have to happen?
But then… this world allowed people to cultivate immortality and live forever?
Oh.
Well, that’s not bad.
Phones and computers were great… but eternal life was better!
On top of that, Xu Chuan’s position in this world was incredibly privileged.
He wasn’t just anyone—he had been reborn as the young master of the Xu family, the top heir to the family’s legacy.
His father, Xu Tianyue, the current head of the Xu family, had an unfathomable strength.
Unlike other travelers who are often orphans with tragic backstories, Xu Chuan had loving parents and noble status.
He couldn’t help but think, ‘What luck!’
Not only was he born into luxury, but he also had access to rare pills for cleansing the body, and even a beautiful personal maid to take care of his daily needs.
Life was sweet—deliciously sweet.
Tearfully, Xu Chuan bid farewell to his 2D wives and quickly accepted his new life.
However…
Even though immortality was possible in this world, not everyone was qualified to pursue it.
In fact, only one in a million had the talent for immortal cultivation.
Unlike in the novels he used to read, where cultivators were as common as stray dogs, here, even a lowly Qi Refining cultivator was revered as an Immortal Master.
In this world, a cultivator who reached the Foundation Establishment Realm could establish their own sect and hold authority over millions of mortals.
The gap between mortals and cultivators was immense.
But cultivating immortality depended on one’s aptitude.
The better the talent, the faster one could ascend in power.
Without the proper talent, a person was destined to remain a mortal.
In a few days, the Xu family would hold their annual spiritual aptitude test.
Xu Chuan, now sixteen, with a fully formed dantian, would be participating.
He still remembered how a few years ago, a great-grandson of the family’s Great Elder was sent to the mortal world because he failed the aptitude test.
That young man was now living a life of wealth, married to a dozen wives, with no hope of cultivating immortality.
Xu Chuan still recalled how the young man had cried when he was sent away.
Yet, at the thought of a dozen wives, Xu Chuan felt… well, tears came to his eyes too, though for different reasons.
Understanding the gravity of his situation, Xu Chuan had spent the past few days researching cultivation aptitude.
Unfortunately, cultivation talent seemed to be a mysterious thing.
A beggar on the street might be a rare genius, while a person of noble birth could be completely talentless.
This uncertainty filled Xu Chuan with anxiety.
What if he failed the spiritual test and had no aptitude for cultivation?
Would all his dreams of flying through the sky and living forever vanish in an instant?
Adding to his concerns, the system that every transmigrator supposedly receives hadn’t activated.
When he first arrived in this world, after his soul fused with the baby’s body, a voice had echoed in his mind:
[Ding! Congratulations, you’ve transmigrated to a new world and bound the Father of Luck system! You will be the strongest in the world! This system is valid for life!]
…That was it.
The system’s voice had never returned.
Xu Chuan had tried everything over the years to awaken or communicate with the system, but nothing worked.
Was he being pranked?
Still, despite the absence of a flashy system, Xu Chuan’s life wasn’t bad.
As the sole heir of the Xu family, he enjoyed unparalleled privilege.
Whatever he asked for, the family provided. Rare pills for body cleansing were like candy to him.
Unlike other novel protagonists who began with weak or sickly bodies, Xu Chuan was brimming with health.
He was so strong he felt like he could punch a cow to death with ease.
Born into wealth, Xu Chuan had shown exceptional intelligence from a young age.
By the age of three, he could write poems, and by five, he could compose essays, earning him the reputation of a prodigy in the family.
Had this been an ordinary world, Xu Chuan’s knowledge would have made him unbeatable.
But, unfortunately, this was a world of cultivation, where strength ruled.
Despite this, Xu Chuan’s intelligence and early wisdom had earned him the love and admiration of his father and the family elders.
Even those who had already become immortal cultivators greeted him respectfully as “Young Master.”
But with the spiritual test approaching, Xu Chuan knew that if he had no cultivation talent, it wouldn’t matter how respected he was.
An ordinary person could never become the head of the Xu family.
If that happened, Xu Chuan would have to settle for marrying hundreds of wives and contributing to the family’s lineage in other ways.
Was that what he truly wanted?
Well, it didn’t sound terrible…
But having so many wives without the chance of immortality?
In a hundred years, he’d still end up as a pile of bones.
Eternal life was definitely more appealing.