Yugong sat calmly in a little hut, excitement boiling in his heart.
'Reincarnating into a world of cultivation, I don't know how many are jealous!
Not only this, I even have good talent and don't need to start as a grassroot!'
If he could, he would have laughed aloud and praised his ten generations of ancestors for their blessings.
But he kept it to himself, careful not to disrupt those who live next to him.
He calmed his mind and sat on a stool, looking at the mirror adjacent to him.
There, he saw a young boy with tied long black hair and deep black eyes, his face was cold, one of an experienced hunter who had killed numerous prey.
'When I realised my memories two years ago, I thought I was a simple hunters' boy…'
In the small family, there was only father and son, both of whom were hunters to earn a living.
During a hunt, they accidentally provoked a tiger.
Fighting with bow, arrow and fist, the father was barely able to send his son away.
Yugong's predecessor was also injured in the fight, although he escaped, in the end, he bled and lost consciousness.
When Yugong transmigrated into his body, his injuries had reached an extreme point.
The previous Yugong seemed to have died, his spirit giving up before his body did.
In response to this, Yugong quickly tended to his injuries.
Any driver had to have taken a first-aid course.
It seemed the course was still more than ancients knew – at least the child didn't know how to treat himself.
Probably something the father intended to teach at a later age, after all, the boy was just eight years old at that time.
In ancient times, children mature faster and take upon responsibilities – Yugong wasn't yet good with the bow, but he could still carry and skin the prey.
Anyways, the father didn't want his son to cause trouble all day around like the children of those landowners.
After realising his situation, Yugong didn't know who to complain to, after all, living in the ancient times was passable, but being a poor hunter was definitely not fine!
It took him a month to recover, not be cause the injury was so bad, but mainly because he lacked any food.
He used up his whole stock after three weeks, only then did he have a bit of strength to go into the near forest and pick berries.
When he recovered fully, he started thinking about his situation
As an archery fanatic, he knew everything about it and even tried it out.
Unfortunately, archery is one of those arts where you have to start young to learn well.
Thinking of this as his chance at learning archery, he fully concentrated on archery and slowly begun using the teachings of his father in his memories to hunt.
At first, he had to eat berries and fruits for a long time.
But, gradually, with the combination of effort and talent, he was able to hunt his own prey.
Eating meat strengthens the body, so he became better and better at it, until he was a small rich boy.
Of course, only rich in that he was able to feed himself well – he was too young, any adult could still beat him up if he didn't run away.
That was what happened until last week… when the immortal came to the village!
As a remote village, they only heard some rumours about immortality.
Yugong who was too busy with his archery training knew nothing about this, even if he did, he would have doubted things.
It's human nature not to believe something until you see it yourself.
Well, he saw it, he saw it very well!
An immortal flying on a sword!
Even he, who was far away on the foot of the mountain, saw it!
He was shocked and surprised, rushing to the village centre like the other villagers.
There he learned that this immortal would test the young people of the village for their qualifications.
Only those from the age of nine to eleven were eligible.
When Yugong heard others talk about it, he understood that this situation happened every five to ten years.
Apparently, this was another test for immortality.
If one wasn't lucky enough, one wouldn't be able to cultivate.
Yugong called bullshit on that – the village was simply too remote, and the people were understaffed, so they decided to handle things poorly.
The children of the right age were happy, while others supressed their sadness, having missed this once in a lifetime opportunity.
Around two hundred children were of the right age.
In fact, the village itself was close to the rank of a town, which was likely why the immortal usually came every five years and rarely longer than that.
Of the two hundred people, two children turned out to be "immortal seedlings".
They had roots but the cultivator didn't know what kind of roots.
Regardless, he was happy that the ratio of one immortal seedling per thousand people gave him two cultivators!
It was unknown whether the child or Yugong was the rare phenomenon.
If one calculated two hundred people every year for five years, that's a thousand people and one eligible person.
Well, the calculations were definitely not so simple, there were many times where no child turned out to be an immortal seedling.
Happy, the cultivator took the two on his sword – they sat awkwardly on the sword, holding his legs.
That was when Yugong realised that cultivators were not as majestic as they acted.
At a faster speed, the wind resistance nearly blew their faces away.
The weak barrier around them only ensured they wouldn't fall.
As for the cultivator, he was leisure and said this was to hone their will.
'Why do you have a barrier! So hypocritical!' Yugong thought at that time.
Clearly, the cultivator wasn't able to extend his shield for them, so they had to suffer.
Now it was a week later.
They were staying in a sect branch, where their roots were tested.
Bad roots would stay in the branch as outer disciples, good roots would go to the main sect and become inner disciples.
There were several dozen children at that time, Yugong was surprised, thinking that the sect must be strong to have so many immortal seedlings just from one branch.
Their roots were tested shortly after by a stronger cultivator, the cultivator that brought Yugong there called him "Uncle Master Liyuan".
The roots that came out were five, four and three, until it was Yugong's turn – the tool that was in the shape of a ruler shined brightly in green to the seventh point.
Yugong heard the uncle master exclaim "Single Root, Wind Root, Seventy Percent Purity!"
The uncle master was delighted and asked Yugong on the spot "Little friend, do you want to be a sword master who travels the world with a sword in hand, fighting evil and beasts alike, proving the truth with the sword at heart?"
When Yugong heard this, he connected the flying sword of the previous cultivator and the symbols on all cultivators' robes, which was a sword pointing to the sky.
Although he was an archery fan, his main freetime activity was still reading novels.
He quickly understood that the sect he was asked to join was most likely a sword sect!
Still, he didn't want to give up his passion nor lie.
Lying about his interest is betraying his heart.
He started to love the bow in his two years of hunting and was extremely unwilling to give up.
So, determined and resolute, with the will to even give up his path of cultivation, he shook his head and answered.
"Swords? No, I want to reach the sky with a bow in the right hand and an arrow in the left hand!"