The Quest for Immortality

”I write letters home every year, Dad, Mom, didn’t you receive them?” Mo Hua asked while eating beef and drinking fruit wine.

”We did. Your mom keeps them well, takes them out to look at from time to time...” Mo Shan said.

”Then why didn’t you write back to me?” Mo Hua asked.

Each year in Taixu Gate, he wrote letters to his family, eagerly waiting for a reply, but never received any.

Mo Shan was slightly startled and sighed lightly, ”Your mom... didn’t allow it...”

Mo Hua was taken aback, ”Why?”

Mo Hua looked towards his mother Liu Ruhua.

Liu Ruhua’s eyebrows showed some relief, yet some sorrow, as she gently said:

”You are cultivating in a Great Sect in Qian State, with a boundless future ahead. If... you manage to secure a distinguished background, then no need to concern yourself with us. Your dad and I... don’t want to hold you back...”

Being from a loose cultivator background can be somewhat disgraceful.

Many talented loose cultivators, after having promising prospects, change name and background to cut ties with the disgraceful past, seeking fame and fortune.

Because true aristocratic family members often harbor disdain for loose cultivators.

Many prejudices, though unspoken, are deeply ingrained within.

When discussing marriage in the future, the term ”loose cultivator” is undoubtedly equated to ”mud leg,” low-born and hardly welcomed.

And to marry into an aristocratic family, naturally, one must completely sever ties with such origins.

Because of these concerns, Liu Ruhua endured the pain of longing unwilling to write back to Mo Hua.

She didn’t want to burden Mo Hua.

Mo Hua felt touched and very bitter.

He sighed and softly said:

”Dad, Mom, don’t worry, I’m well-liked in the Sect, everyone calls me ’Junior Brother’.”

”Outside the Sect...” Mo Hua’s gaze was proud, ”No matter how many geniuses there are, it’s always me looking down on others, no one dares to look down on me.”

”Among the Four Sects and Eight Gates, the Twelve Streams, Qianxue’s geniuses are abundant, yet before me, none can hold their heads high...”

Mo Hua’s expression was firm, even carrying an air of pride and confidence that seemed to gaze down upon the world.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua’s mouths hung open, expressions somewhat shocked.

They didn’t expect their child, after venturing out and studying around the Great Province Boundary, to have also learned how to talk big.

Evidently, when he was little, he was both honest and humble.

If merely speaking of talent and popularity, Liu Ruhua wasn’t surprised.

After all, Mo Hua was adorable and loved by everyone since childhood, with no one in Tongxian City not thinking fondly of him.

But to say all of Qianxue’s geniuses can’t raise their heads... indeed seemed an exaggeration.

For Qianxue State Boundary is a Fifth-grade State Realm.

The cultivators in a Fifth-grade State Realm, what kind of cultivation must they have?

How high must the aristocratic and sect steps be?

What excellent spiritual roots and astounding talents must their disciples have?

Indeed, it would take an Immortal coming down to suppress them...

Liu Ruhua looked at Mo Hua, expression complex.

Mo Hua’s ”confidence” and proud demeanor brought her comfort.

She also knew Mo Hua spoke such bold words to comfort them, which moved her.

Yet simultaneously, she felt deeply worried:

”This child, studying away from home for so many years, what exactly has he learned, cannot be just boastful...”

Liu Ruhua and Mo Shan exchanged a glance.

Mo Shan, somewhat worried, cautiously asked, ”Huar, what is your cultivation level now...”

Mo Hua casually replied, ”Foundation Establishment Late Stage.”

”Foundation... Establishment Late Stage...”

Mo Shan and his wife were shocked.

Big Black Mountain State boundary is a Second-Grade State Boundary, and the cultivators with the highest cultivation in Tongxian City were only at Foundation Establishment.

This was the pinnacle of cultivation in a Second-Grade State Boundary.

Because Tongxian City is a small town, the ancestor with the highest cultivation from Qian Family was only at Foundation Building Middle Stage.

Despite Tongxian City’s rapid development in recent years, with more breakthroughs to Foundation Establishment and attracting many foreign Foundation Building cultivators.

Still, Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators remained as rare as phoenix feathers.

The few present were all outsiders.

And now, their son, Mo Hua, studying for ten years, directly advanced from Foundation Establishment Early Stage to Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

This cultivation speed, in their eyes, was simply unbelievable.

Liu Ruhua looked at her husband Mo Shan, wanting to speak but refrained.

Mo Shan released his Divine Sense, perceiving Mo Hua’s vast, profound yet elusive cultivation, nodding seriously.

While Mo Shan couldn’t discern Mo Hua’s specific cultivation, that deep aura, his cultivation couldn’t possibly be low.

With his years of monster hunting, developed keen senses, and so many years of judging and observing people, it was likely accurate.

Realizing this point, Mo Shan felt somewhat astonished.

Ten years, Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

This is the depth of a Great Province Boundary, a Great Sect...

In Tongxian City, not to mention reaching Foundation Establishment Early Stage, advancing to Foundation Establishment Late Stage, within ten years going from Qi Refining First Level to Qi Refining Ninth Level would already be considered an extraordinary genius.

At this point, Mo Shan was genuinely convinced by Mo Hua becoming a Five-grade State Realm Great Sect disciple.

Previously, though he believed, occasionally he self-doubted, unable to truly dare believe.

After all, it’s a Five-grade State Realm, far too disparate from Tongxian City. .

From a Second-Grade realm to a Fifth-grade sect, akin to ascending to heaven in a single step.

But now, it’s different, no matter the case, Mo Hua’s cultivation is indeed solid.

Nothing is more convincing than a cultivator’s cultivation.

Though saying things like ”Among the Four Sects and Eight Gates, the Twelve Streams, Qianxue’s geniuses are abundant, yet before me, none can hold their heads high” surely has some degree of exaggeration, Mo Shan no longer minds.