Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

"This time, awakening of Innate Wisdom at the age of sixteen..."

"A bit late."

Ning Xunqiu thought to himself.

"However, this ’Wanhua Realm’ is actually a cultivation world, I wonder what precious treasures can be found in it."

He looked forward to it, and continued to study the Celestial Derivation Life Record.

[Li Yanzhi opened a small wooden house on the hilltop with an ancient vine and old tree not far from a waterfall, with the sound of water rushing.]

[Li Yanzhi felt great joy in his heart, sitting daily on a large green stone by the waterfall, comprehending the Cyan Heaven Great Sun Burning Qi Scripture. This Dharma Gate seemed as if it were created for him, with a sense of familiarity, and he quickly entered the path.]

[The Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three, Three begets all things. Li Yanzhi felt his essence, energy, and spirit growing daily. Though not increasing his strength, his mind became increasingly clear. Knowing it was not a dream, he devoted himself more to cultivation.]

[When thirsty, he drank mountain spring water to quench; when hungry, he caught wild chickens and rabbits to satiate, feeling that cultivation was truly ’great bliss’.]

[Three days passed as such.]

[Li Yanzhi’s close friends and mother came looking for him; at that time, Li Yanzhi was sitting cross-legged on the large green stone, eyes half-closed, hands forming the Mudra of Meditation below the navel, hair disheveled, breath faint, resembling a dead person.]

[His mother, seeing her son in such a state, was distressed, cautiously checked his breath, and said: "Son, are you alright? Without Murong Qin, I will find a better wife for you. In this mountain, as night falls and the wind rises, wild beasts roam, dangers lurk everywhere. You should quickly return home with me."]

[Li Yanzhi heard this, awoke from meditation, exhaled a long breath of muddy qi, and comforted his worried mother: "Mother, your child is fine, just realized something. I have entered the Dao; the mountain beasts cannot harm me."]

[Upon hearing this, his mother mistakenly believed that Li Yanzhi had lost his mind due to the shock, and she wept, covering her face.]

[Li Yanzhi thought for a moment and kindly said: "Mother, if you miss your child, feel free to come to the mountain to visit me anytime."]

[Ji Siyuan, a scholarly gentleman, advised: "Brother Yan Zhi, didn’t you boldly declare in the past to take sword and mount to pacify the world, be titled marquis and prime minister, and leave a legacy in history, so as not to waste this life?"]

["Brother Ji, hahaha." Li Yanzhi waved and laughed, "That was just drunken words, how can they be taken seriously? Actually, I have little interest in such fame and fortune."]

[Other friends also tried to persuade him, but Li Yanzhi remained unmoved.]

[Li Yanzhi replied with one sentence that silenced everyone: "I am not severing ties with the red dust, but simply find the mountain tranquility suitable for cultivation. If you have any intentions, bring some wine and visit, I welcome you."]

[Everyone shook their heads and sighed, leaving one by one.]

[Soon, the Li Family expelled Li Yanzhi, and thereafter the hilltop was cold and quiet, with only Ji Siyuan and his mother occasionally bringing things to visit.]

[After several fruitless attempts to persuade him, they allowed Li Yanzhi to cultivate on the mountain.]

[Spring passed and autumn came, and Li Yanzhi did not hear the ridicule from the mountain below, nor did he care. He cultivated for seven years, finally refining his own ’Red Dust Qi’, opening seven apertures, constructing the heaven-and-earth apertures, and his Primordial Spirit opened up the Spiritual Acupoint Heaven and Earth.]

[Ji Siyuan had become a county magistrate. He brought wine to complain about his years as an official, lamenting that being a good official is difficult, and began to envy Li Yanzhi’s life, thinking about coming to the mountain to cultivate after retiring.]

[Li Yanzhi smiled without speaking.]

[Ji Siyuan did not know that Li Yanzhi had already become a Cultivator, and left hurriedly the next day.]

[Thereafter, Ji Siyuan’s visits became less frequent, and ten years later, Li Yanzhi occasionally heard from his mother that Ji Siyuan had received appreciation from above, ascending the ranks swiftly to a third-grade official.]

[Li Yanzhi immersed himself in cultivation, personally planting date trees and observing the mysteries of the world.]

[In the mountain, time was marked by the seasonal passage, unnoticed.]

[At fifty years old, Li Yanzhi observed the withering and flourishing of plants, realizing the mysteries of the Five Elements Technique, successfully condensing a ’Dharma Seed’. In an instant, he comprehended heavenly secrets, his Dao practice advancing rapidly, reaching an astonishing five hundred years of Dao Practice, truly stepping into the realm of ’Qi Cultivation Success’.]

[However, Li Yanzhi still harbored doubts about his strength in this place. After all, he was just a novice in the Dao, a beginner in the path of refining essence and transforming qi. He felt he had considerable room for improvement and was not in a hurry to descend the mountain to wander the world.]

[The following year, someone climbed the mountain to inform him that his mother was severely ill, her days numbered. Hearing this, Li Yanzhi impaired ten years of Dao practice, using his lifebound techniques to extract the essence of the mountain, refining it into a date containing spiritual mechanism.]

[Afterward, he descended the mountain.]

[On the bed, his mother was barely breathing, yet still held on, grabbing Li Yanzhi’s hand, and weakly advised: "Son, it’s been over thirty years, you should awaken now. Establishing a family and career isn’t too late. Don’t always keep pondering...those ethereal things...in the future, you must...take good care of yourself alone..."]

["Mother, say no more, first take this Spirit Date." Li Yanzhi interrupted his mother, handed the Spirit Date to her mouth.]

[His mother, in a daze, swallowed the Spirit Date, which melted as soon as it entered her mouth. Her white hair quickly turned black as visible to the naked eye, dead skin shedding, her whole person seemingly becoming thirty years younger. She breathed heavily, lowered her head to look at her now pale hand, stunned.]

["Mother, come, walk around a bit." Li Yanzhi helped his mother to stand up, smiling as he said, "This Spirit Date, is the essence of heaven and earth, it can make you healthy and allow you to enjoy longevity."]

[His mother, bewildered, was helped by Li Yanzhi, her steps light and joyful, gripping Li Yanzhi’s hand: "Child, have you become an immortal?!"]

[Li Yanzhi shook his head.]

[Refining essence and transforming qi, refining qi and transforming spirit, refining spirit and returning to void, refining void and harmonizing. The Cyan Heaven Great Sun Burning Qi Scripture was incomplete, containing only the cultivation method ’refining essence and transforming qi’. He had refined it to this point by perfecting the Dharma Gate himself.]

[Since that day, although his mother kept her mouth shut, the astute members of the Bing Province family guessed the reason and flocked to the inconspicuous hilltop to visit Li Yanzhi, seeking the elixir for longevity.]

[The Spirit Date cost Li Yanzhi ten years of Dao practice, his mind was tranquil, unbound by worldly karma, unconcerned with the mortal world, and he was even less willing to pay attention to those who came asking for medicine.]

[After killing several brazen thieves attempting to steal medicine, Li Yanzhi, annoyed, devoted himself to research for several years, setting up the ’Cloud Mist Array’ with trees.]

[From then on, the small mountain was shrouded in mist year-round, like a celestial realm. Once ordinary people entered the mist, they felt as though lost in a maze, unable to discern east from west, often walking around only to return to the starting point.]

[The mountain does not need to be high; with an immortal, it becomes spiritual.]

[As time passed, no one ever saw the Cloud Mist Red Dust Immortal, and over time, it became a legend among the populace.]

[Ten years later, ’Ji Siyuan’, having attained the position of prime minister, retired to his hometown. Now in old age, accompanied only by a child, he wished to visit his old friend, seeing the Cloud Mist Mountain, but did not know how to climb.]

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