Longevity Reward Redemption: The Immortal Clan Starts with Farmers

90: A born swordsman, Chuan Jie, enters the cultivation world of Annam for the first time!”Dad, how was that move of mine?”

Chuanjie walked over, drenched in sweat, a trace of pride on his face.

Chen Changsheng watched Chuanjie in silence. He was only a thirteen-year-old boy, yet his mastery of sword techniques was already on par with experts who had practiced for decades. Especially that Hundred Step Flying Sword move he had created himself—it was estimated that even an Innate Master would be shocked by it!

”Who taught you that last move? Did you really create it yourself?”

Chen Changsheng asked with a rather serious expression. Seeing his father’s dark face, Chuanjie reined in his smile. Not daring to hide anything, he explained the reason directly.

”Dad, last time I went to the Family’s library, I found a book on Flying Sword techniques. But that Flying Sword technique requires an Immortal’s magical power and a Magical Artifact to practice!”

”But I liked that Flying Sword technique too much, so I pondered it night after night. I came up with a method that doesn’t require magical power or a Magical Artifact: by embedding Qi and blood into the sword beforehand, I can control the sword to change direction once at a critical moment!”

”It’s a pity, it’s still far inferior to the exquisite Flying Sword technique. When Immortals perform it, they can make the sword fly in the air and twist and turn as they please!”

Chen Changsheng looked at the slightly dejected Chuanjie, speechless for a moment.

To comprehend a method of controlling an ordinary sword from an Immortal’s Sword Control Art—is this something an ordinary person could do?

What more was there to say? This boy Chuanjie was a born Sword Cultivator; his talent for the sword was shocking!

At this moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly made a decision. Such an excellent seedling of a Sword Cultivator, with such terrifying talent for the sword—if he were to fade into obscurity just because his Spiritual Root was too poor, it would be an absolute waste!

This child, Chen Chuanjie, was the divine sword that would one day shake the Cultivation world and strike fear into everyone for the Chen Family!

It was decided! He would exchange for a [Spiritual Root Bone-Changing Pill] for him; his talent for the sword must not be wasted!

Chen Changsheng laughed heartily, patted Chuanjie, who still had a look of dejection on his face, and said with a smile:

”Chuanjie, you truly are the Qilin of our Chen Family! When your big brother returns from the Prefecture City, I’ll have him take you to test your Spiritual Root!”

Although Chen Chuanjie was young, he had heard the legends of Immortals and naturally longed for them immensely. He said excitedly:

”Dad, can I also cultivate?”

Chen Changsheng nodded with a smile and said to Chuanjie: ”If you have a Spiritual Root, then you can follow the same path of cultivation as your big brother!”

Upon hearing this, Chen Chuanjie excitedly flourished his sword, then laughed out loud:

”Haha, if I can also cultivate, I can study that Flying Sword technique! I’ve always wanted to practice it, but I couldn’t!”

Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly. Others, when hearing about cultivation, thought of the increase in status, the extension of lifespan, and the improvement of strength, but this silly child Chuanjie was actually thinking about being able to learn Immortal sword techniques!

Sigh, perhaps only a sword fanatic who is obsessed with the sword could have such shocking talent in sword techniques!

Chen Changsheng told Chuanjie not to go around talking about testing his Spiritual Root. When his big brother returned, he would naturally take him, so he should just wait quietly.

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Annan Prefecture City was the largest city in the entire Annan Region and also the administrative center.

Chen Chuanwu stepped into the Prefecture City wearing the official robes of a Military Official. The city gate guards, being very perceptive, didn’t dare to block him and let him pass directly.

As city gate guards, the most important thing was to be perceptive. You had to have an eye for discerning important figures. Immortals, imperial officials, and Xiantian Martial Artists—these three types of people were those they absolutely could not offend!

Chen Chuanwu walked into the Prefecture City and was immediately stunned by its prosperity: exquisite wooden high-rises, pedestrians dressed in silk, and, of course, the beautiful women soliciting customers under the red lanterns.