Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror

Li Yuanjiao accepted the "Dinglin Fang" from his hand. The Tang Jin Sect favored spells that involved stabbings, daggers, and blades. This Dinglin Fang was a peculiar-looking object, about six inches long, resembling a thin stick sharpened on both ends, adept at piercing to break through surfaces.

Looking at Li Xijun before him, Li Yuanjiao furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice,

"Earlier, when we were battling with spells inside the formation, you should have left immediately, instead of lingering here. Had I been unable to defeat this Situ Mo, I could at least have ensured your escape."

With Kongheng present, Li Xijun didn't dare claim he could see through the tactical situation within the formation and simply nodded in agreement. Li Yuanjiao's expression darkened as he instructed the two to draw out the last step of the spiritual water, then whispered to Kongheng,

"I've been following him, and this Situ Mo didn't tail us here. Instead, he flew directly to this pool of water on the wind...He knew exactly where we were!"

Kongheng chanted a spell to release and responded,

"Does the patron mean... that someone from Zifu is directing him from behind?"

Li Yuanjiao's expression was uncertain, but he already had sixty percent confidence. As soon as he stirred the Sword Intent with the Green Ruler Sword in his hand, considering whether to eliminate Situ Mo once and for all, the man immediately vanished in haste, which only solidified his conviction.

"Not necessarily directions."

Li Yuanjiao said solemnly,

"The Zifu of the Tang Jin Sect has been out of sight for a long time, and most of their territory has already fallen under the practical control of the Xiuyue Sect. Perhaps some faction that bears a grudge against the Li Family is secretly assisting him."

Kongheng remained silent, murmuring to himself,

"Perhaps...it's the Furious Taoist Lineage..."

As they talked, the water in front of them boiled and slowly parted, a stream of Qingyuan Spiritual Water leaped out, its pale white luster shimmering. It twirled in the air, then fell into the Jade Bottle in Li Xijun's hand.

Li Xijun, still somewhat pale, exclaimed happily,

"Uncle-grandfather! It's the 'Qingyuan Spiritual Water'!"

Li Xuanxuan quickly approached to take a closer look and nodded in approval,

"Indeed, it is the 'Qingyuan Spiritual Water'! With this, our family can cultivate several more individuals in the Third Grade Pupil Technique, 'Clear Vision Spiritual Pupil'!"

This spiritual water was highly beneficial for the cultivation of the "Clear Vision Spiritual Pupil," and once refined, it could even provide an excuse for the unusual phenomena in one's eyes. Li Xijun stowed it away, while Li Yuanjiao only said in a stern voice,

"Leave quickly, there's no need to dawdle."

The group rose on the wind, Li Yuanjiao deeply troubled and uneasy. Suddenly, the Jade Pendants on their waists lit up intensely, emitting a gentle light.

"Hm?"

They were all startled, and Li Xijun wondered aloud,

"Could it be that aunt is worried and has followed us here?"

"It's not that…"

Li Yuanjiao shook his head. He had specifically told Li Qinghong to watch over the house and not to come this far. As he pondered, his body began to shroud in Mysterious Pattern Spiritual Mist, concealing him within the sky and vanishing from sight.

Suddenly, a colorful light sped toward them on the wind. A brocade-clothed young master rode on a rainbow, dressed in Mysterious Pattern Feather Clothing and a jade crown over his black hair, with a swaddled baby in his arms. He laughed out loud and said,

"Which brother or venerable elder is here? Xizhi greets you!"

Li Xuanxuan nearly jumped on the spot, exclaiming with joy,

"It's my son Zhi!"

Li Xijun, on the other hand, paused for a moment, channeled the white Qi in his eyes, and examined the newcomer for three breaths. He found no traces of Illusion Techniques on the man and then exclaimed with surprise,

"It really is second brother!"

Upon seeing Li Xuanxuan coming forward, Li Xizhi showed a shocked expression and gasped,

"Is...is that Grandfather?"

He then pulled over Li Xuanxuan, his voice trembling as he said,

"Just twenty years have passed since I left, why has Grandfather aged so much! This... this..."

Li Xuanxuan was not yet eighty years old, but he looked as if he were over a hundred. Li Xizhi just stared blankly, and Li Xuanxuan waved his hand, his heart filled with great comfort as he looked at him,

"Good! Very good!"

Li Xijun, holding back a chuckle, stepped forward and give a respectful bow,

"Xijun pays respects to second brother!"

"You, you, you!"

Li Xizhi, overwhelmed with emotion and his eyes slightly moist, laughed and said,

"Dear brother, twenty years now and indeed you've taken on the air of an immortal."

The two young men exchanged glances, their hearts filled with countless thoughts, unsure of how to begin. Li Xuanxuan quickly pulled him over and pointed to the baby in his arms, probing,

"This...this is?"

Li Xizhi chuckled softly and responded warmly,

"Li Cheng Huai."

"Ah!"

Li Xuanxuan rejoiced, but before he could say anything more, the Mysterious Pattern Spiritual Mist had already dissipated, and Li Yuanjiao, clad in his black robe, could no longer hold back. His face turned slightly red as he scolded,

"You lad! Not even a letter sent home about such an important matter!"

Li Xizhi was stunned, allowing Li Xuanxuan to take Li Cheng Huai from his arms. Reacting to his father's scolding, he tearfully said,

"Father!"

Li Yuanjiao raised an eyebrow at him, observing him for a long while, as rainbow light and the luster of the Feather Clothing danced upon his face. After a moment, he let out two words with a hesitant voice,

"Not bad."

Li Xizhi had left home alone at the age of ten to enter Green Pond, and it had been twenty years since he had last seen his father. Li Yuanjiao's letters had always been stern and formal, never showing fatherly affection, so hearing this from his father now brought tears to Li Xizhi's eyes. He replied,

"In Green Pond... I've been treading on thin ice for twenty years, and it seems I have not let down the family's trust!"

The family lapsed into silence. Li Yuanjiao stroked his back and said nothing, while Li Xizhi quickly composed himself, wiping his face and smiling,

"I've been assigned a task by the sect, to defend Libu Prefecture. It's just ahead! Please, come with me, and we can rest a while."

His gaze swept over Li Xijun, and noticing his pale complexion, he wondered aloud,

"What's wrong with you?"

"Just a minor injury."

Li Xizhi frowned and from his Storage Bag, he took out several Jade Bottles, all of which appeared to be filled with high-quality medicine. He spoke softly,

"Take these quickly, and we'll find a place to land. You must heal up in seclusion without delay!"