He never had a plan, he just went with the flow

Chapter Eleven

When Wei Ying returned to his little village in Lanzhou, he didn't expect a sword to be pointed at him. The silver blade was cold against his liquid body; looking down, he could read the name: 'Shuanghua.' His eyes were drawn away from the blade, and he saw a cultivator in white approaching him. He gently pushed the sword away, "May I ask why you have a blade to my throat?"

The blindfold covered the man's eyes, but Wei Ying could sense how shocked he was to hear him speak. The blade was drawn away as the man tilted his head, "I had mistaken you for a walking corpse because of all the resentment surrounding you."

"You can see resentful energy?" The man frowned as he walked closer, "You can not? Aren't you a cultivator?"

"I am, but I don't remember cultivators having the ability to see any type of energy." That made him pause, "So, other cultivators don't know how to use spiritual sight?" That sounded interesting but was overshadowed by his next words. "How can one who's a half step to Nascent Soul not know how to use spiritual sight yet?"

Wei Ying lifted his hand, "Wait, wait. You're moving too fast; I think we should sit down and introduce ourselves first. Then you can explain to me all these weird things you keep talking about."

A few minutes later, he, Wen Qing, the cultivator, and a little girl were sitting in the pavilion with warm bowls of steamed buns in front of them. They let the girl eat as they talked, "So, you're my Shizhi?" Xiao Xingchen asked after their introductions. Wei Ying nodded; he was surprised but happy to meet a member of his mortal family.

"Yep, your Shijie, Cangse Sanren is my mother."

"And you're also the evil Yiling Patriarch?"

"Well, yes, but not anymore since I moved from Yiling." Wei Ying shrugged before pouring the girl, A-Qing, some more tea. Xiao Xingchen screwed up his face, "But you died and so did the guniang beside you, yet you both are here with strong spiritual cores."

"Yeah, some things happened. And I accidentally brought her back when I saved her from a juvenile earth abyss." A-Qing asked for some more steamed buns, so he gave her his. He doesn't need to eat anyway, so it's useless to him but vital for her.

"I see," Xiao Xingchen didn't, but he felt it might be normal when his Shizhi is involved. Wei Ying leaned forward, "If that's all, can you tell me more about those things you mentioned before?"

"You mean the cultivation stuff?" He lightly scratched his chin, "The goal of cultivation, do you know it?" Wei Ying frowned, "To reach immortality or godhood, that's the end goal of all cultivators." To say all would be incorrect; his goal was to protect others. Some do it for similar reasons, others for survival or because they were told to. But, in the end, immortality is the final destination for a cultivator who doesn't perish.

"At least they teach you that much." The casual shade made him choke, but Xiao Xingchen didn't react as he sipped his tea. Wen Qing stepped away to get more tea, taking A-Qing with her. "Do you know the path of cultivation?"

"Do you mean orthodox and-"

"No, I mean the stages of cultivation." Wei Ying thought back to his early lessons, "There's Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, and then Core Formation."

"Is that what they taught you?" The amount of disbelief in his voice was obvious to a deaf person. Xiao Xingchen shakes his head with a sigh, "Master said that the sects were behind and lacking knowledge, but I didn't think it was this bad. Even Song Lan knew this stuff." He mumbled as he dragged his hands through his hair. For the first time in a while, Wei Ying felt lacking in vital knowledge, making him more curious.