A man knelt on the ground, battered and bruised, at the foot of a sky-piercing mountain. He was surrounded by countless fallen bodies, his allies who had once ruled the world and knew no equal under Heaven. They had been ordered by the Heavenly Dao to eliminate someone who had dared to steal from and oppose the Heavens. They believed it would be a routine task.
However, they had not anticipated encountering a monster - a man who now stood before them, gazing down with eyes filled with wisdom. Initially, they had stood on the clouds, looking down on him and everything else. But now, he stood in front of them, seemingly unbothered by their presence.
When he raised his head and uttered a single word - "Kneel" - they all fell to the ground, prostrating themselves before him like mere mortals. The man turned and began walking away, seemingly indifferent to their presence. When one of them shouted that they would kill him and his entire family for the shame he had brought upon them, at the mention of his family, the man turned back with a monstrous aura, causing their souls to implode.
Only the kneeling man remained, who now raised his head and tremulously asked, "What kind of monster are you?"
"Me? I am just Ding Weizhe."
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This is the reason why I am still cultivating .
Day 0 Year 0 : An unknow number of years back .
A baby was born that night , a seemingly normal baby boy , he opened his eyes for the first time and saw his parents who looked rather young , and were smiling to the ear , when his father said :
"Your name shall be Ding Weizhe"
Even if he still couldn't understand a single word , in his heart he understood that this was his new family and he was their Ding Weizhe , and they are his parents.
Without him noticing it ,a small door inside his heart seemed to open .
3 years later .
Ding Weizhe was outside his parents watching as his father walked around the corridor anxious , Ding Weizhe was also anxious inside . His mother was pregnant , he would become a brother ,they lived in a civilization similar to ancient china , so death during pregnancy was not uncommon .
A few minutes later , a maid came out of the room announcing :"The child and the mother are both safe ",Without taking the time to process the information Ding Weizhe's father rushed in the room, even Ding Weizhe himself ran as fast as his little legs could take him .
Inside the room , he saw a blanket filled with blood being changed , his father smiling while holding a newborn , a girl; his mother was lying on the bed exhausted but her face was brimming with joy like a small sun .
Ding Weizhe meekly approached his father to take a look at his little sister ,when his father lowered his sister so that he could take a look ,while telling him :
"Look that's your sister ."
Ding Weizhe suddenly felt something watery and hot flowing down his cheek, a tear,his sister was such an angel , bright like a small sun, her cuteness was such she could blind people , he slowly raised his hand to wipe his tear , but before his hand could reach his face , the little angel took ahold of his finger while smiling and making the room shine in a new light , noticing this his parents and everyone in the room smile grew brighter .
"That's your little sister, and as a brother, you need to always protect her." said his father
"I will protect you..." and like that the door in his heart opened even further .
A few years later Ding Weizhe was now 7 years while his sister, Ding Weiwei was 3 ,he was reading a book similar to an encyclopedia of beasts in this world , beasts who seemed to be way too dangerous , while his sister was playing in the garden running after the butterflies , when she suddenly walked toward her brother , a bit shy , as she asked something with an angelic voice :
"Brother , why is mommy's belly getting bigger ?"
Ding Weizhe had to think a few seconds before answering her(worries) :" Well her belly is getting bigger , because she is preparing a gift for both of us ."
"What kind of gift ?"
"A gift similar to how you were a gift to me and father ."
"Ohh...!" exclaimed Ding Weiwei, but her brother knew she didn't understand, so he could answer her true concern about her mother's safety :"Don't worry , mom will be fine ." while patting her cute little head .
A few months passed by and his mother successfully gave birth , and surprisingly it was a pair of twins , a boy and a girl . They were so lovely; they looked like dolls , and Ding Weizhe as the eldest had to promise to always care for them . And finally, the door in his heart fully opened and he enjoyed the time with his family .
Ding Weizhe was 5 years old and was able to speak fluently the common language of his new world, but also read it which shocked his parents, parents who were truly loving toward him, and were landlords of some small houses which made Ding Weizhe new life easy. He also had a little sister, Ding Weiwei, that he truly loved and cared about. They lived in a world similar to ancient China by its customs and architecture .
When Ding Weizhe was 3 years old, while playing with his mom in their garden, he saw for the first time a cultivator flying on a sword, his mother told him that it was a mighty cultivator, someone who could decide the fate of normal people with just a swing of his hand. Ever since that day, he became curious about this wondrous thing that was cultivation.
And finally, today at 5 years old, he could finally read books, he wanted to start with a book about cultivation but sadly there was only one book and it didn't even talk about how to cultivate but just about its ranks, history, requirements etc, after reading this book Ding Weizhe could only read other books .
One night .
Ding Weizhe was walking with his father in the family garden, when he said: "Father, can I ever become a cultivator? "
To which the Father responded:" Sadly, I fear not, cultivators born from commoners like me and your mother are scarce in this world ."
"But father, mother told me that you would know if you had the abilities to become a cultivate only if you passed a test and discovered that you had spiritual roots, maybe I can pass it," commented Ding Weizhe, still not discouraged.
"Son, I am really sorry but you shouldn't hope for something extraordinary, even if you were able to cultivate, you would have a hard time because of your limited talent and commoner origins, and that's if you were able to cultivate."
"There is no way to know without trying, father maybe I won't be talented but maybe my son or my grandson will be, you only need one sapling to grow a forest with enough time."wisely said Ding Weizhe to his father, who laughed out loud, and picked his son.
"My son is already using quotes from his books. You are already making me proud "
"So, father can I one day try to see I am able to cultivate? "asked Ding Weizhe happily while his father was holding him and smiling .
"Of course, when you will be 12 years old, I will take to the Mountain to take the entrance test of the Sublime-Mountain Sect."answered Ding Weizhe's Father, while playing with his son.
And like this, a simple night became Ding Weizhe's favorite memory .
3 years later , Ding Weizhe woke up to the sounds of a woman crying and shouting like it was the end of the world , he went outside his room where he found his family outside ...
Later that day , Ding Weizhe asked his father why was their neighbor acting like that .
"A cultivator came and took a fancy on her daughter, and he decided to take her with him , and nobody could stop him ,it was their only child , imagine if we lost one of you ... It's a fate no parent should ever face ."
Ding Weizhe was a quick-witted child, which made him understand that in this world being smart , beautiful, kind meant nothing in front of power , he needed power , for his own happiness he didn't want to leave it, or more accurately leave them in the hands of something like fate, his will to learn cultivation only got stronger.
Months later , a letter came to inform their neighbors that their daughter had died , her parents in their sadness followed her to the after-life ; well this is what Ding Weizhe heard from the maids who were chatting in a nearby corridor , this is only made his will to cultivate more firm .
4 years later, Ding Weizhe came to the annual entrance test with his father ,after waiting a few hours their turn finally came and they went inside the examination room , where they found an old man sitting behind a desk with a mysterious blank stone on it .
"I am He Huizheng , I will be the one to judge if you will join or not our sect .Put your hand on the Stone in front of me ."
And so did Ding Weizhe expectancly ,he put his hands on the stone .
"Ah it seems , you are not fated with cultivation , you have common Mortal roots. "
Ding Weizhe felt his whole world suddenly crashed , his hope of protecting his happiness , his family and not leaving this to the hand of fate crashed.
Tears flowed down his cheeks
Suddenly his father knelt on the floor and begged the old man : " Mighty immortal , please let my son join your sect , it has always been his dream to cultivate , we will do anything for him to join you even if he has to be a servant ."
The old man looked at both of the father and the son , seemingly remembering an ancient memory .
When he suddenly walked towards Ding Weizhe and asked him :
"You know with your mortal roots you will be forever blocked at the 5th level of Qi refining and that's if you manage to cultivate to this point , everyone will always be far better , talented than you.
So do you still want to cultivate ?"
Ding Weizhe who was crying on the floor , stood up , and looked in the eyes of He Huizheng who saw in the eyes of the boy a will to cultivate ,an indomitable resolve to achieve something, a wisdom in his eyes like he understood something that was basic but invisible to the others .
"I want to cultivate , I will find a way to go beyond talent. I don't to be bound by something like fate ."
"Then you will be an outer servant , and let me re-introduce myself I am He Huizheng, a 4th stage Qi refiner with mortal roots and the Head servant of the Outer sect ...
And like that in 10 days Ding Weizhe could join the school but would be forced to stay inside the mountain for 4 years , and so he decided to spend all his free-time with his family,those 10 days were short but blissful.
And finally, the so awaited day came. Even if it was a joyous moment, no one was happy because they knew they would not see their son or their brother for 4 years.
"Brother, you promise to come visit us whenever you are free?" said Ding Weiwei while sobbing .
"Of course, your brother will always be there for you." responded Ding Weizhe to his cute little sister while patting her cute head. He felt miserable about leaving her and his family, but he still wanted to follow his dream of being a cultivator .
"Pinky promise, Brother?","Pinky promise, sister."
"Son remember, that you will always have a room in our house." Said Ding Weizhe's father while barely holding his tears next to his sobbing wife, and like this Ding Weizhe made his farewell to his family which had expanded with an additional pair of twin, a cute girl and a cute boy, who were also sad and crying about their brother's farewell, they would miss the kind brother that would sometimes read stories for them , or comfort them in a thunderstorm .
Ding Weizhe , went through the enormous gate at foot of the mountain to join The Sublime-Mountain sect,where two gatekeepers were waiting for the arrival of new seedlings, the new Outer Disciples.
But he wouldn't follow them, instead he asked one of the gatekeeper for the way to the Servants' quarters , where he found He Huizheng.
"Hey boy, follow me. We will get you to the registration Deacon , then I will show you around . "said He Huizheng.
They went toward a small pagoda of two floors,"Go inside ,and remember to be polite and respectful to the Deacon." , the registration elder was sitting on a chair in the first floor .
" Tell me your name boy ." ordered the elder .
Ding Weizhe felt a current flow throught his spine , like something just awakened inside him and then responded :
"I am just Ding Weizhe"