In the Eastern Region of the Xuan Dynasty...
In the courtyard of the XuanYu sect. The main sect of the Xuan Dynasty. A figure in a black robe with his hands behind his back was looking at the orange sky; as the sun was setting off, the blue sky had turned red, and the breeze of cold air had passed through his face, making him feel quite nostalgic.
It's been 20 years Since he came to this beautiful as well as chaotic world. Where no one can live without power; without power, you are nothing more than a slave or human sacrifice, no matter your identity. You are not safe without power; either you are a human or a spiritual beast.
'Ha...' Ming Ping let out a long sigh as he lowered his head, his hands reaching behind his head before opening the blindfold from his eyes.
After removing the black piece of cloth, which had been incarnated with spiritual formation in it, Ming Ping looked at the sky one more time before sitting on the chair in the courtyard. Although even after removing his blindfold, his eyes did open, he can still look around the world without opening his eyes. It was because of the Gu of Vision. Although he had that Gu, which grants him the ability to look around, it only helped him to see for a few seconds before entirely consuming the energy within Ming Ping.
To use this Gu for a permanent cure of his illness, he needs a vast and unimaginable source of Qi, which is nearly impossible to get.
" The sky looks so beautiful with many Spiritual beasts and cultivators flying high, but it's a pity that I can't even open my eyes to fully praise its beauty. " Ming Ping thought with a calm face. Although he was feeling sad, his face remained unchanged.
The courtyard was filled with dense immortal QI, like a forest filled with dense fog, which helped him a little to look at the sky just a few moments ago. Because of the many Spiritual formations in the courtyard. Ming Ping looked at the spiritual pond in front of him; while not thinking about this matter any further, he got up from the chair and sat near the stone of the pond. He started to form a special mudra ( gesture ) with his hands and started to accumulate Qi from the surroundings.
Being born in this cultivation world, cultivation is naturally the most important thing about anyone. Most of the people are cultivates because they want to achieve immortality, but Ming Ping is surprised a little at first when he learns about the spiritual fruits, wine, pills, Talisman and beast. People in this world can use these things to prolong their lives at another level without getting old or dying of old age and even can become immortal relying on these things.
" What, if they can become immortal with these things, then why do they need to cultivate..? " Little Ming Ping asked this question to a figure in front of him; it was Ming Ping's mother, Ming Jun. She was teaching about immortals and immortality to little Ming Ping.
" Oh, that's because even if they can prolong their life little Ping. But they can't avoid any trouble, and what if they get into a life-and-death situation? You always need the power to avoid problems and life and death problems. That's why ..." Ming Jun's beautiful face showed a pleased expression as her lips curled up in a mesmerizing smile. Her pure black midnight hair fell behind her, moved by the wind. She was looking like an absolute fairy of an immortal world. After all, she is the wife of the sect master.
" Oh, but mother, if we don't cause any trouble and remain low-key. " Ming Ping asked again as the thought blurred, and Ming Ping came back to the present as he heard the footsteps of someone coming to the courtyard. He pushed his nostalgic thoughts out of his mind and stopped cultivating.
Soon, the door of the courtyard pushed open as a graceful lady, coupled with elegance, walked towards him. Her bare feet were merely making any noise, like a cat walking without noise, but Ming Ping could still feel her presence.
As she reached behind, only a few meters away from him, Ming Ping immediately turned his head and greeted her with the utmost respect.
' Greetings mother..'
Ming Jun looked at him and hummed in a low and cold tone. She was wearing purple-white Ancient Clothing with beautiful design. It was showcasing her perfect figure. Although Ming Jun replied to Ming Ping, he could feel the coldness in her tone. So, Ming Ping smiled a little before saying.
' What happened mother? Did your son do anything that makes you angry..? '
Ming Jun looked directly at her son's calm face, with his eyes still closed. Ming Jun's cold demeanour became weak as she said.
' Angry..? Yes, I am angry with you Little Ping..' She said with an emotionless face like she was very angry with him.
' Oh .. then please tell me, Mother, what I have done to make my ever-smiling mother angry...'
' You ..' Ming Jun was to say something, but before she took a deep breath and said.
' You know about the upcoming ceremony, right, which is gonna be held next month. Huh.?'
' Oh, you mean the next event of establishing the holy son of the XuanYu sect.' Ming Ping replied with a thoughtful expression.
' Yes, that ... I want to know why are you not taking that position of the holy son of our XuanYu sect. You are our only son, and you are just rejecting that position; now, your father has to put that boy, Fang Chen, in this position. ' Ming Jun asked with a calm but still fierce expression. Before Ming Ping could reply, she continued.
' Do you know how important this position of a holy son is to a sect? This position is only second to the sect master; if one day the sect master retires from his position, the holy son will take over the position of the sect master. And you are just letting it go like that. Do you even know what others will think about it? '
Ming Jun asked as she looked at him intensely. Her anger was growing as she thought about this matter.
After she said this, Ming Ping finally said.
' I am sorry, mother. But shouldn't a holy son be the strongest among the young generation, with many good qualities and most importantly, who can take over the responsibility of the sect? As for me, mother, what qualifications do I have neither? I am not the strongest nor the most capable of taking responsibility for the sect. As for others, don't you think, Mother, if I become the Holy Son of our sect instead of Fang Chen? People will criticize you and Father for showing favouritism and not choosing the right candidates. ' Ming Ping explained just as he said it. Ming Jun's eyebrows frown as she says with a cold voice.
' What qualification do you have? You are my only son, and that's a qualification you need and have. As for others, I want to see if anyone has a problem with my and sect master's judgement. '
Ming Jun cleared herself as she tried to calm herself down, not wanting to scold Ming Ping much. Just as she cleared herself, Ming Ping wanted to say something, but Ming Jun immediately said, cutting his words in mind.
' I don't care what you think if I didn't see you at the position of Holy Son at the next event. Don't ever come to me and call me mother. ' With these words, she left the courtyard, not even giving chance to Ming Ping to say bye.
Ming Ping felt her presence was fading
' Seems like mother is very angry this time. '
He thought while smiling bitterly.
Meanwhile..in the cave in the seduled corner of the main sect mountain.
Inside the cave..Ming Jun was sitting on the stone bed in a meditation position. She was cultivating as she recalled what she said to Ming Ping.
'Did I say too much harsh words to Little Ping..' She thought, but her appearance remained unchanged, like an emotionless doll. But suddenly she snorted and thought.
' What did I say wrong..? If he can't do this much for me... wouldn't it be good if I made Fang Chen my son? Since Ping thinks Fan Chen is more responsible..'