[Detection: Host has gifted cultivation resources to his descendant]
[Analyzing descendant's spiritual roots… Detected: Ancient Stone Spiritual Roots]
[Calculating return rate based on root compatibility…]
[Evaluating gifted resources: 100 middle-grade spiritual stones, 1,000 low-grade spiritual stones, one high earth-grade cultivation technique, one earth-grade sword...]
[Return rate determined: 20x]
[Disbursing rewards…]
[User receives: 3,000 middle-grade spiritual stones, 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones, one low heaven-grade cultivation technique, one peak-grade sword]
Wu Hao, who had been casually chatting with his son, froze mid-sentence as he read the system's notification. His eyes widened in disbelief.
To him, even a single middle-grade spiritual stone was a precious treasure. But now… this haul of resources? It was beyond his imagination.
He trembled slightly as he picked up Ruoling and hugged him tightly, a joyful smile breaking across his face.
"Ruoling, you're my lucky star!"
Ruoling blinked, a big question mark floating in his mind. "What did I do?" he wondered. But seeing his father so happy, he couldn't help but smile too.
"Dad, can I start cultivating now? Teach me how to cultivate!" Ruoling asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Wu Hao, who had reached the peak of the Qi Refining stage, naturally understood the basics of cultivation.
"Alright, Ruoling," he said with a gentle smile. "Let's begin your training now. Sit down with your legs crossed and calm your mind. Focus on the world around you."
He paused, watching his son settle into position before continuing.
"When you begin to sense the Qi in the air, guide it slowly into your body. Imagine it gathering in your stomach—it's where your dantian is, the core of your cultivation."
As soon as Ruoling felt the Qi, he shouted excitedly, "Dad! I can feel it!"
Wu Hao's eyes widened in shock. It had taken him an entire year just to sense the Qi when he first began cultivating. Compared to that, Ruoling's talent was nothing short of extraordinary.
He let out a helpless, wry smile and muttered under his breath,"So… this is the world of geniuses."
Then he gently nodded and said, "Good, Ruoling. Keep your focus. Don't rush to break through. A strong foundation is the key to long-term cultivation success."
After giving his instructions, Wu Hao turned his attention to the advanced technique he had received from the system. Curiosity piqued, he began studying it carefully—and soon, he, too, entered a state of cultivation.
[Ding! Your descendant has broken through to the 1st level of the Qi Refining stage. Reward granted to host.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have successfully broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage.]
Wu Hao opened his eyes, stunned by the sudden surge of energy within him. Two breakthroughs at once—one for his son and one for himself. The heavens truly favored them today.
Eighteen years passed in the blink of an eye.
Ruoling had successfully broken through to the Core Formation stage, his talent continuing to shine brighter with each passing year. Wu Hao, too, had advanced steadily, reaching the late Core Formation stage. With each breakthrough, the hidden injuries and flaws in his spiritual roots slowly healed, restoring him to his peak condition.
One day, Ruoling approached his father with a determined look in his eyes.
"Dad, I want to leave the village. I want to join a sect and continue my cultivation in the outside world."
Wu Hao was silent for a moment, surprised by the request. That's when it hit him—he hadn't stepped outside the village in all these years either. Time had passed so quickly, wrapped up in cultivation and family, that the outside world had become a distant memory.
"Alright, Ruoling," Wu Hao said with a nod. "It's time for you to explore the world beyond this village. When you get out there, choose a good sect to cultivate in… and find yourself a good girl to marry."
Ruoling chuckled and shook his head. "Dad, I'm not planning to marry yet. We're cultivators—we have plenty of time. There's no rush."
Wu Hao's face twisted into mock irritation. "You little brat! I got married when I was twenty-three! And here you are, already twenty-eight—what's wrong with settling down now?"
"Alright, Dad. I'm off to find a good sect."