Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

"Are Martial Dao Divine People really that strong?"

Zhang Qirui and the others were half-believing and half-doubting.

There was still uncertainty in their hearts.

Everyone looked eagerly at Ning Xunqiu.

Ning Xunqiu shook his head.

Sometimes if people don’t push themselves, they won’t know how strong they are. Those so-called Divine Spirits of the Barbaric Realm, though terrifying to hear of, can be made to submit with just a few punches.

"Public matters are settled."

Ning Xunqiu spoke to himself.

"Next, let’s talk about personal matters. My daughter, Ning Yu, has privately descended to the Lower Realm and is now wandering in the Qin Country of the Mountain and River Realm. She has a mischievous personality, but since she possesses my Divine Weapon, you needn’t worry about her safety."

"She probably won’t want to return home for a while, so I’d like to entrust her care to the Qin Country."

"Alright." Zhao Halberd’s eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed solemnly.

Seeing that he understood, Ning Xunqiu smiled and continued, "The seven of you being able to enter Cyan Mountain means you are fated with me; you may become registered disciples of Cyan Mountain and choose one cultivation method from the mountain to learn."

"Immortal, can the disciple learn the Immortal Technique for immortality?"

Qiu Yi bowed directly.

"You can."

Ning Xunqiu glanced at Qiu Yi and saw that she only had three of the seven apertures opened, saying, "But you cannot achieve it in the Mountain and River Realm."

The implication being that only in Cyan Mountain Heaven and Earth could there be an opportunity to cultivate.

Zhao Halberd picked up on the underlying message.

He looked at Ning Zhu, Zhang Qirui, Gao Feng, Duanmu Lei, Qiu Yi, and Beiduo.

"At least two among us need to stay here to cultivate, one to maintain communication with the Qin Country, and the other, once accomplished, can descend to help the Qin Country through crises."

He spoke frankly.

"Who among you is willing to stay and cultivate at Cyan Mountain?"

Among those present, Beiduo was a child with close relatives and probably couldn’t bear heavy responsibilities. Zhao Halberd himself was burdened with heavy responsibilities, and given his age, he knew his chances of achieving cultivation were slim. He counted out two people and was left with five.

"Ancestor, if we cultivate here, may we descend to visit our close relatives?"

Ning Zhu cautiously asked.

"You may."

Ning Xunqiu nodded and immediately reminded, "But one year here is ten years in the Mountain and River Realm."

With these words, Ning Zhu, Zhang Qirui, Gao Feng, Duanmu Lei, and Qiu Yi widened their eyes.

This meant that if they cultivated here for ten years, a hundred years would have passed in the Qin Country!

And to achieve significant cultivation, as Ning Xunqiu said, would take hundreds of years!

The Qin Country... thousands of years...

They were just a group of children in their twenties, and realizing this, they exchanged glances and fell silent, understanding deep down that if they stayed to cultivate at Cyan Mountain, they would only meet their closest relatives a few more times.

Their initially excited and passionate hearts had been doused with cold water, leaving them cool.

After several hours of discussion among the six,

they decided to let Gao Feng and Qiu Yi stay at Cyan Mountain to cultivate.

Zhao Halberd and the others exchanged for a large number of pill formulas and a small amount of Spirit Seeds. Ning Xunqiu also gifted each a talisman and a life-saving elixir.

He then had Baiyun Tongzi lead them away.

...

Qin Country.

Three days later.

The return of the seven from the "Bronze Gate" caused a sensation, with many asking whether they had received a cultivation method from the Cyan Mountain Immortal, but none of them spoke of it.

Shortly thereafter, Gao Feng and Qiu Yi mysteriously disappeared.

Along with their disappearance, the "Bronze Gate" vanished, replaced by a stele inscribed with diagrams and records.

The Qin country’s officials quietly added a "Martial Arts Class" to the curriculum, and those with excellent grades were directly admitted to the highest academy.

In the civilian domain, martial competitions emerged with large bonuses, focusing on talent discovery.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Gao Fei Xue and Ning Xunqiu watched the scenes displayed on Taiping Lake, where Ning Yu and three little ones circled around the Cyan Mountain Ancestral Land, unable to find the way home.

Zhao Halberd led a squad of Flying Eagle Guard, taking out a token to negotiate with Ning Yu.

With tears in her eyes, Ning Yu looked up at the sky, her youthful face full of grievance.

However, this time it didn’t work.

"Yu’Er, is she really alright?" Gao Fei Xue asked, worried.

Ning Xunqiu responded coldly, "What could happen to her?"

"She has everything within her Qiankun Circle. Going forward, have Baiyun report on Yu’Er’s growth every few years."

Ning Yu was entirely under his control, with numerous treasures for protection. Unless threatened by the five Divine Spirits of the Barbaric Realm, she should not be in any danger.

If, despite this, she couldn’t grow up quickly, then indeed, the future of this child would be worrisome.

Moreover, in the lifetime of a Martial Master, without Ning Xunqiu by her side, Ning Yu grew to become capable on her own.

Ning Xunqiu instructed everyone not to descend to the Lower Realm, then entered the "Immortal Slaying Sword Map" for seclusion.

With a sense of something, he opened the Celestial Derivation Volume to rewrite his life.

During this time, he covertly kept an eye on Ning Yu’s growth.

In a few months, Ning Yu went from feeling aggrieved, shocked, and decadent to accepting that she couldn’t return. She understood this was a test from her parents.

Since Spiritual Qi had not revived, Ning Yu swept the grounds of Cyan Mountain while beginning her Martial Dao cultivation.

She occasionally taught the public who came to observe the "Martial Stele," taking several common disciples along to sweep together.

Three years later, she established her own Dao Lineage in Cyan Mountain.

The Qin Country developed rapidly for over a dozen years.

At this time, Ning Yu transformed from looking like a six-year-old child to that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old youth. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Appearance arises from the heart.

Ning Xunqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

...

[Fortune: 817/1008]

Ning Xunqiu rewrote his life once again, only achieving a Blue Life with sparse gains in this round.

He couldn’t help but glance at his Fortune.

"Continue rewriting life."

The eight hundred Fortune Ning Xunqiu reserved was meant for rewriting his life in the Qingxu Realm.

The remaining Fortune was entirely used for rewriting lives in other worlds, intended to feedback Qi Cultivation and Martial Dao.

As long as either Qi Cultivation or Martial Dao breaks through, it’s worth it, but most worlds are terribly incomplete...

He picked up his pen and wrote in the Celestial Derivation Volume, which was as thick as a person.

[My name is Ning Xunqiu, and I have a world-shattering secret—I am a Transmigrator. During my transmigration, I accidentally split off "a wisp of Spiritual Thought" and reincarnated.]

[One part of me transmigrated to Qingxu Realm, another to an unknown world.]

...

[Do you wish to permanently use ten Fortune points to rewrite this part of life?]

"Rewrite."

[Fortune: 807/998]

[I transmigrated to an unknown world...]

[Its name—Emperor Heaven Realm.]

[At one year old, I was naive and seemed to have forgotten something; the world began amidst a cacophony of fighting noises.]

[Amidst the cheers of "Great Victory," a blood-soaked man with a bear-sized back and tiger-like waist stepped in, carefully picking me up.]

[I looked with wide eyes at the blurry man; he seemed to be my father?]

[He spoke with my mother and then hurriedly left.]

[That night, I only heard the gradually distant sound of hooves.]

[He never returned, soon families donned mourning clothes, and thereafter, war subsided, and I couldn’t remember his appearance.]

[Only my mother remained to raise seven children, with a few uncles missing arms occasionally bringing some grain and cloth for us orphans and widows.]

[At two years old, hungry, my older brother left and never returned.]

[At three years old, hungry, my second sister died from a cold.]

[At four years old, hungry, my third sister froze to death in winter.]

[At five years old, hungry, my fourth brother starved during the famine.]

[My fifth sister, sixth brother, and I stubbornly survived.]

[At six years old, I gradually grew up, my body much weaker than normal. I knew I was born in a border Military Household family, father died fighting the Alien Race, with no subsidy.]

[At seven years old, too hungry, not just me but everyone in the county was starving; even the tree bark in the city was eaten clean, and I couldn’t bear the hunger any longer.]

[I asked mother, "How can we be full?"]

[Mother replied plainly, "Farming can fill your belly."]

[I opened my mouth wide, speechless; the outskirts are barren with lots of yellow sand; only a few places can be farmed, but farming doesn’t fill you up.]

[I was puzzled, "Why should we stay here?"]

[Mother didn’t know either, saying, "Don’t overthink, sleep will take away hunger."]

[In my head, there was only one thought "hungry hungry goose goose"!]

[The next day, an uncle missing an arm carried half a sheep and delivered it, smiling, "This sheep was caught while hunting together with the brothers, and is your family’s portion."]

[This uncle was father’s comrade.]

[That day, mother cooked lamb soup.]

[I tasted meat for the first time; it was delicious, my stomach warm. I felt a "wild hope" sprout, a second thought besides hunger — I damn well wanted to eat meat every day going forward!!]

[Saying is doing.]

[The next day, I quietly went out, looking for the uncle missing an arm, wanting to know how to hunt.]

[Uncle looked down at the skinny sprout and laughed, "You’re too small, can’t hunt."]

[I kept pestering him, saying, "I want to eat meat."]

[Uncle hesitated, "People can die."]

[I shouted, "I don’t care how I die, but I don’t want to starve."]

[Uncle stared at me for a long time, finally gritting his teeth and agreeing, but instead of taking me to "hunt," he planned to teach me martial arts.]

[At eight, I hid it from mother, practicing martial arts under Uncle Zhang’s guidance, standing in piles working on tendons and bones.]

[I seemed born for martial arts; it felt rough, my body automatically improved during pile standing, refining my tendons and bones ten times more efficiently than Uncle Zhang’s son.]

[Uncle Zhang asked how I did it? I didn’t hide it, explaining what I’d comprehended, like this... like that...]

[Uncle Zhang was dumbfounded, holding the freshly completed High-tier Body Refining Technique, only coming to terms with it after a while, exclaiming — Martial Arts Prodigy!!]

[He rushed out that night to gather more than ten tall and thin men in leather armor, surrounding me, patting me but finding nothing unusual. Until seeing me train, my body automatically optimized the Basic Pile Skill to "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound."]

[They looked at each other, then in unison decided to increase their investment.]

[After that day, I no longer worried about meat and sometimes had Great Medicine to consume. Soon, in Martial Arts Three Bloods, my strength surpassed the dozen uncles by far.]

[At nine, I started hunting that year...]

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