Jiang Taixuan was an ordinary person.
He was born in a remote village.
The small village was not large, with only a few dozen households.
Jiang Taixuan's family was not well-off in the village; they even faced some poverty. However, the village's community was harmonious, and when someone faced difficulties, everyone would lend a helping hand.
Living in such an environment, Jiang Taixuan was content.
According to his original life trajectory, in a few days, his father would carry two months' worth of saved eggs and go to the Liu family in the east of the village to ask for a marriage proposal. If everything went smoothly, he might be able to marry by the end of this year.
By next year, he might become a father.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would follow in the footsteps of the older generation, working in this unknown but peaceful village, working from sunrise to sunset until his final breath.
However, what he could never have imagined was…
Today, all of this beautiful life was shattered.
A man in a red robe suddenly descended from the sky. He did not utter a word, standing high up in the firmament like an indifferent god, overlooking all living beings.
No one saw what he did.
No one heard what he said. All they saw was a red-beaded sphere drifting out from his hand, radiating a dazzling light brighter than the sun.
With each ray of light that fell, a familiar villager would die.
In no time, the peaceful village turned into a purgatory.
Jiang Taixuan even watched helplessly as his parents slowly fell in a pool of blood.
He felt helpless, unwilling, angry…
He shouted and cursed the old man in the sky, but unfortunately, in the old man's eyes, his actions were as insignificant as an ant's provocation to an immortal.
It seemed so weak and feeble.
Later, Jiang Taixuan picked up a stone and threw it at the old man, but laughably, the old man did not make any move, and the stone he threw quickly fell to the ground.
He had exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't even touch the corner of the old man's clothes.
Finally…
The old man lightly slapped his palm, and a terrifying force fell upon Jiang Taixuan. In that instant, he thought he was dead.
But the result was…
After an hour, not only was he not dead, but he also came back to life.
However, after coming back to life, what he saw was only a cold and cruel reality.
"Drip, drop!"
At some point, the sky became overcast with clouds, and thunder resounded.
Before long, bean-sized raindrops fell rapidly, and an endless curtain of rain rose between heaven and earth.
Jiang Taixuan knelt in the rainwater, like an unfeeling rock, motionless.
"Take comfort."
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from beside him.
Jiang Taixuan slowly turned his head, and the first thing he saw was a pair of shoes standing in the rain without a speck of dust. Looking upward, he saw a figure in a white robe. The man had long, slender fingers, as smooth as jade, with several rings adorning his fingers.
Seeing the ring on the man's left middle finger, Jiang Taixuan's pupils contracted, and blood replaced his entire eyes. Hatred once again occupied his mind.
He could never forget that the red-robed old man who killed all the villagers also wore such a ring!
"I've already avenged your grudge," Li Xun said calmly.
He reached out his left hand, indicating, "This ring can be the evidence."
Hearing this, Jiang Taixuan was stunned in place. Tears mixed with rainwater flowed down his face, and he wiped his cheek with his arm.
His voice hoarse, he asked, "Are you an immortal?"
"You can understand it that way," Li Xun replied indifferently.
Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, he was no longer an ordinary person. Although he didn't possess the longevity of immortals, flying through the heavens and earth was not beyond his capabilities.
"May I ask, in the immortal realm, is there a method to resurrect the dead?" Jiang Taixuan's throat constricted. He looked at his parents next to him and then glanced at the dilapidated village. His throat moved up and down as he asked hopefully, "In the cultivation realm, perhaps there is a way to resurrect the dead?"
"Your so-called immortal realm is just the cultivation realm. As for a method to resurrect the dead, it might exist, or it might not," Li Xun answered vaguely.
With his current strength, he had never heard of a method to resurrect the dead. Naturally, he couldn't give Jiang Taixuan a definite answer.
As for the method of reincarnation and rebirth, he had heard of many, but unfortunately, Jiang Taixuan's parents were ordinary people. The difficulty of performing reincarnation and rebirth on them was extremely high.
The success rate was almost close to zero.
"So, you mean there might be a way?" A flicker of hope ignited in Jiang Taixuan's originally despaired eyes. He turned his head again and looked deeply at his parents' lifeless bodies.
"Dad, Mom, wait for me. No matter what, I will find a way to bring you back to life!"
Saying this, Jiang Taixuan turned around in the mud and rain, and with a thud, he bowed his head towards Li Xun, burying his forehead in the rainwater.
"Begging the immortal to accept me as a disciple!"
"Erm…"
Li Xun was dumbfounded by Jiang Taixuan's actions.
To be honest, when they first met, Li Xun had already scanned Jiang Taixuan's body with his divine sense. The two words that described Jiang Taixuan's aptitude were: "extremely bad."
Hmm… to be precise, he had rarely seen someone with such poor aptitude.
The little girl he met in Panshi City was considered average in terms of talent, but even so, her aptitude was thousands of times better than Jiang Taixuan's.
Originally, Li Xun planned to bring Jiang Taixuan to the Xuanyang Sect if his aptitude was acceptable. He didn't mind making him an outer disciple of the Xuanyang Sect.
But now, it seems to be almost impossible.
With Jiang Taixuan's aptitude, he would probably be looked down upon even if he became a lowly servant of the Xuanyang Sect.
As for…
Teaching him personally, that was even more impossible. He didn't even have a master himself!
"I'm currently unable to accept disciples, but… I can give you two sets of cultivation techniques," Li Xun said with a smile. He flipped his hand, and two manuals appeared in his palm.