Chapter 1022: Your father and I once begged on the streets together

The old beggar's eyes narrowed slightly, and a heavy stream of earth energy quietly flowed through his palm, as if he had discerned something.

A Dao medicine body... this wooden cart, goodness!

That person actually set their sights on me...

He chuckled silently, realizing that the karma that brat had gotten involved in had somehow transferred to him. It seemed there was indeed an old connection.

The old beggar looked towards the majestic Jade Bamboo Range, his eyes revealing a profound gaze, not entirely surprised.

If that person hadn't noticed him, that would have been unexpected and laughable.

Their Nameless Sect was near the Hongmeng River of the Wild Heaven Region. No matter how the region expanded or the territory's earth veins stretched, the sect would always be at the edge of the Hongmeng River.

But now, it seemed the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements had a large appetite, wanting to claim all the unclaimed territories of the expanding Jade Canopy Forest Sea, even bigger than the longevity families' appetite.

He didn't seem to have plans to establish his own domain, after all, the path to immortality was severed, further constrained by the pinnacle immortals of the myriad clans, unable to cultivate to the level of a Six Tribulation Immortal capable of nurturing a world.

Ultimately, they were destined to meet in this fate of the immortal path.

The old beggar nodded and smiled at the shy Xiao Wuhen: "Indeed, your family does have an old connection with me, what's your name?"

In the distance.

Xiao Wuhen hurriedly got off the cart, bowing deeply: "Immortal, my name is Qian Wuhen, from the Dao Spirit Clan. My father is Chen Xun, he sent me here to seek immortality and the Dao."

Chen Xun!

Upon hearing this name, the old beggar, though he had already known in his heart, couldn't help but change his expression slightly. Your father is actually Chen Xun...

That person actually sent his son to me?! What is this second-generation immortal doing here causing trouble?!

Damn it, why not just find your father! Riding a shabby wooden cart all the way here to fool this old man, you two really know how to stir things up.

He naturally wasn't foolish enough to try to calculate Xiao Wuhen's past or future lives. There were plenty of fortune-tellers in the mortal world who could do that, but cultivators didn't have that ability for now.

Moreover, the karma on him was too great, making it impossible to trace or calculate anything.

The old beggar was speechless but didn't dare to act out too much, so he went along with it: "Indeed, your father and I once begged on the streets together, there's a bit of a begging bond."

"Haha..." Xiao Wuhen laughed foolishly, truly believing it. His father would definitely do such a thing, he could chat with even a stray dog on the roadside.

The old beggar waved his hand helplessly, forcibly acknowledging this relationship, knowing that the person must have sent his son to him for a reason, and there was no need to be overly cautious.

Though he appeared unkempt, his mind was clear. Since the Dao Ancestor of the Five Elements was willing to entrust his son to him, it was a sign of trust, no need for further interaction.

A small gesture, and the two had an unspoken spiritual connection, quite mysterious. Of course, the two naive kids beside them couldn't see it...

"Hey, little brother!" Bai Xinghan was stunned, his eyes turning to surprise, "Do you still recognize us? Me, Xinghan, and him, the silly sculpture!"

"Neigh~~~" Shidian raised its front legs, eyes filled with joy, recognizing the child of that boss.

However, Bai Xinghan was wiser than the silly sculpture, knowing that since it was the boss's family, he couldn't badmouth the old man in front of the child.

Otherwise, it would be like speaking ill of the boss behind his back!

He held great respect for Chen Xun, remembering those inexplicable words deeply, waiting for a day of enlightenment in the future.

But after sending this old man to his retirement, he'd take the little brother and run away, just another pair of chopsticks on the road, no big deal.

"Brother Xinghan!!" Xiao Wuhen exclaimed at the same time, eyes also filled with joy, the previous nervousness and hesitation gone.

It's good to have acquaintances.

The old beggar sighed slightly, seeing the wood carving, it was clear these two knew each other, how did they all end up with him, and even a Dao Spirit Clan...

There's no such thing as a Dao Spirit Clan in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, he almost believed it.

The old beggar cleared his throat: "There's no initiation ceremony, that brat is your senior brother, the silly sculpture your second senior brother, and you... just be the junior brother, muddle along here."

"Old man, what do you mean by muddling along?!" Bai Xinghan was instantly agitated, eyes wide like copper bells, "You promised back then, I bowed to you three times and kowtowed nine times, and now you tell me it's just muddling along? Outrageous!"

He was truly angry, spitting as he spoke, righteous and loud, looking at the old beggar as if he were a mortal enemy...

"Neigh~~!!" Shidian was also agitated, snorting repeatedly.

"Hahaha..." The old beggar wasn't angry at all, instead pointing at them and laughing, "Wuhen, don't learn from this brat's temperament, getting agitated so easily."

Bai Xinghan looked at the old man's unbothered demeanor, and his anger turned into laughter.

Rumble...

Suddenly, before his scolding subsided, dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens, hitting Bai Xinghan directly.

Boom!

The ground cracked, a thunderous pit appeared, Bai Xinghan's black hair turned into an afro, face charred, emitting black smoke with a peaceful smile.

Shidian was disheveled in the thunderstorm, mane trembling, feeling cold, and stopped making noise...

The old beggar stroked his scraggly beard, feigning surprise: "You brat, I told you not to curse the elderly, see, now you've been struck by heavenly retribution."

He then gave a kind smile to the stunned Xiao Wuhen not far away.

Xiao Wuhen shivered... He had never cursed the elderly, his father taught him to respect the old and love the young, of course... respect the virtuous old, love the well-taught young.

As his father said, if it's a shameless old thief, no need for words, hit them with a cane. If it's a child who doesn't understand, no need for words, drag them to the woods for a beating...

These words were deeply ingrained in him, as he was once that child who didn't understand, and was indeed disciplined by his father until he did, feeling a deep connection.

He swallowed nervously, giving the old beggar an awkward yet polite smile, wondering how Brother Xinghan was doing.

Before he could think further, a charred hand appeared from the thunder pit, making him sigh in relief, glad Brother Xinghan wasn't killed by the heavenly thunder.

Thus, Shidian carried Bai Xinghan to the creek for a wash, and it was said the latter took months to recover.

Later, Xiao Wuhen fully integrated into this small Nameless Sect, with Master, the old beggar, Senior Brother, Brother Xinghan, Second Senior Brother, Silly Sculpture Brother...

Their cultivating immortality journey wasn't grand or magnificent, either drinking the northwest wind or recovering for months, flying and escaping didn't exist, even throwing a stone was difficult.

Xiao Wuhen was in good spirits, never looking back on the path of drinking the northwest wind, thinking cultivating immortality was truly like this, dull and tasteless, if not for Master often teasing and entertaining them, they might not have persisted.

He always held a longing inside, if he could learn the art of flying, he'd be the first to take his father to the skies!

However, while the ideal was beautiful, reality was rather stark...