From a Martial Arts Sect to an Immortal Cultivation Sect-Chapter 2 : It Really Is an Immortal Cultivation Technique?

Chapter 2: It Really Is an Immortal Cultivation Technique?
The Fate Traits were copied, not transferred, so they would not affect Jiang Zhaoxia.
Hence, Li Qingqiu felt completely at ease.
When he made his choice, his consciousness was instantly dragged into a dream.
He dreamed a vague and seemingly endless dream.
In it, he kept practicing swordsmanship, the sword in his hand constantly changing.
He practiced without a goal, without rest, until he grew numb from exhaustion.
When he awoke, the dream suddenly felt brief.
He opened his eyes to see that night had already fallen.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a faint glow across the room.
“Senior Brother, it’s time to eat.”
Zhang Yuchun’s voice came from outside, a little hesitant.
He had already called out three times and was debating whether to just barge in.
Li Qingqiu quickly replied, “I’ll be right there.”
“Alright.”
Zhang Yuchun let out a sigh of relief, and his footsteps gradually faded away.
Li Qingqiu tried to recall the dream, but the specific scenes eluded him.
There were no new memories in his mind either.
He stood up and examined his body—no changes whatsoever.
His gaze fell on the small table beside him, where a sword lay quietly.
It was the treasured weapon bestowed upon him by Lin Xunfeng—the Tianhong Sword.
Sheathed, it weighed six jin, so he usually didn’t bother carrying it.
He walked over, grabbed the scabbard with his right hand, and held the hilt with his left.
Li Qingqiu raised his eyebrows in surprise—his eyes revealed a trace of wonder.
Holding the Tianhong Sword, he could feel a certain power within it—something familiar, even intimate.
It was a peculiar sensation, one he had never experienced before.
If he had to describe it—it was spirituality.
He could feel the sword’s spirit.
“So this is what it means to be a natural sword prodigy?”
Suppressing the urge to draw the blade, Li Qingqiu carefully set the Tianhong Sword back down and turned toward the door.
He could study the Dao Lineage Panel later—he couldn’t let his juniors worry.
Master had only just departed, and if their eldest senior brother locked himself in his room all day, the younger ones would surely start imagining things.
Li Qingqiu pushed open the door and looked toward the courtyard.
His junior brothers and sisters were already seated around the dining table.
Beside them stood an old tree, from which hung an oil lamp, casting warm light over the meal.
They usually ate in the courtyard.
Normally, everyone would scramble for food like starving ghosts, but tonight the little ones were unusually quiet, waiting obediently for Li Qingqiu.
“Senior Brother!”
“Big Brother!”
“Senior Brother, hurry and eat!”
The juniors all stood and waved at him—even the prideful Jiang Zhaoxia quietly sighed in relief.
Looking at them, warmth filled Li Qingqiu’s chest.
His resolve to strengthen the Clear Sky Sect grew firmer than ever.
As for wandering the world carefree—that thought had already been cast aside.
With the Dao Lineage Panel, he was confident he could carve a new path for the Clear Sky Sect.
He strode forward and sat beside his youngest junior sister, Li Sijin, ruffling her hair before sitting down.
“Sit, everyone.
Let’s eat and talk,” Li Qingqiu said with a smile.
Seeing that his expression was as calm and gentle as always, everyone relaxed and began eating heartily.
Second Junior Brother Zhang Yuchun served rice for everyone, acting far more mature than his age.
The long table was large enough for all seven of them, yet there were only three dishes and one soup—only the soup had a few bits of meat.
Such was mountain life.
Lin Xunfeng was rarely around, so most of the time they ate vegetables they grew themselves, occasionally frying an egg if they were lucky.
Picking up his chopsticks, Li Qingqiu casually said, “Master has left, passing the position of Sect Head to me.
I’ve thought it over for a long time and decided—we will make the Clear Sky Sect greater and stronger.
After all, this is our home.”
At those words, Sixth Junior Brother Li Sifeng immediately jumped up, shouting, “Make it greater and stronger! Greater and stronger!”
Once he started, Fifth Junior Brother Wu Man’er followed suit, echoing his cries.
Li Qingqiu looked at the twelve-year-old Li Sifeng and thought of his Fate Traits.
—Ambitious as a wolf, ruthless in method.
This kid looked so bright and lively—how could his true nature be like that?
“Greater and stronger, sounds nice.
But with just us?” Jiang Zhaoxia couldn’t help but sneer.
Li Qingqiu’s impression of him was quite favorable.
After all, Jiang Zhaoxia was the one most loyal to him here—and the most gifted—destined to be the sect’s top fighter.
In response to Jiang Zhaoxia’s mockery, Li Qingqiu smiled and said, “We’re still young, full of possibilities.
So from now on, we’ll train hard and grow strong.
Once we’re adults, we’ll go down the mountain to recruit disciples.”
His words fired up the group, and they began chatting excitedly about the future.
Jiang Zhaoxia, seeing Li Qingqiu’s calm attitude, lost his temper.
He muttered under his breath, “What’s the point of training? With Master’s half-baked skills? He didn’t even leave us any proper techniques.”
His voice was so low that only he could hear it.
After Zhang Yuchun served everyone, he asked, “Senior Brother, Master only left three manuals—fist, sword, and movement techniques.
Which one should we train in?”
Li Qingqiu held his bowl, took a bite of rice, and replied while chewing, “I’ll study them carefully and assign them later.
For now, just set aside time to practice daily.
The most important thing right now is ensuring our food supply.
Once we start training, our appetites will increase, especially for meat.
So we’ll start raising chickens and pigs, and grow more vegetables…”
He laid out his general plan, and Zhang Yuchun’s eyes lit up—he nodded repeatedly.
Aside from him and Fourth Junior Sister Li Dongyue, the others weren’t very interested.
They didn’t want to work more, but with Master gone, they couldn’t exactly object.
Li Qingqiu told Zhang Yuchun about the general needs and gave him full authority to manage it, letting him command any disciple as he saw fit.
He looked at Zhang Yuchun and said, “Second Junior Brother, you’re steady and fond of reading.
The Clear Sky Sect’s future depends a lot on you.
Do as you see fit—if anyone disobeys, tell me.
I won’t say break their legs, but make sure they’re sore for at least three to five days.”
At those words, the other disciples shuddered—even Jiang Zhaoxia’s expression turned uneasy.
As eldest senior brother, Li Qingqiu truly would hit them.
That commanding aura had been ingrained since childhood—everyone here had been beaten by him before.
“Don’t worry, Senior Brother! I won’t let you down!” Zhang Yuchun said excitedly.
He had always wanted to contribute but was too soft-hearted.
Aside from Fourth Junior Sister, everyone else used to push him around.
Li Qingqiu smiled and nodded, then began chatting with them about the martial world to lift their spirits.
Though the Clear Sky Sect was small, their master had some renown.
Every year, martial wanderers would visit and tell them tales of the jianghu.
Their sect stood on land ruled by the Great Li Dynasty, which spanned nine provinces and fourteen regions.
The Clear Sky Sect was located in the Ancient Great Mountain Range of Guzhou, surrounded by mountains for a hundred li, with villages and towns scattered nearby.
The nearest city was two hundred li away.
In this feudal dynasty reminiscent of ancient China, cold weapons dominated, and martial arts flourished.
In Guzhou alone, the number of sects and gangs was countless, and there were seven great sects famous throughout the world.
Li Qingqiu remembered seeing a wandering swordsman once blow a breath of inner energy that left a mark on a tree several meters away—it had amazed him deeply.
Since then, he had dreamed of becoming a martial artist.
This was the martial world he had longed for in his past life—how could he not pursue martial arts?
Thinking of his remaining Dao Lineage inheritance chance, Li Qingqiu’s heart burned with anticipation.
Could it be… a peerless divine technique this time?
If the Clear Sky Sect was to grow strong, they needed a signature art.
Without a powerful martial art, how could they make a name in the jianghu?
The scraps Lin Xunfeng left behind were far from enough.
That night’s meal was filled with dreams of the future—none of the disciples felt abandoned by their master.
As long as Li Qingqiu was there, they had nothing to fear.
An hour later, everyone dispersed, leaving Zhang Yuchun and Li Dongyue to clean up.
Li Qingqiu returned to his room, sat cross-legged on his bed, calmed his excitement, and summoned the Dao Lineage Panel, selecting Initiate Dao Lineage Inheritance.
【Receive Inheritance Reward】
【Activating Dao Lineage Inheritance】
【You have obtained the Qi Absorption Technique — Supreme Purity Primordial Unity Scripture】
【Accept Inheritance?】
Supreme Purity Primordial Unity Scripture?
It sounded like something from immortal cultivation—was it powerful?
Li Qingqiu immediately accepted.
A flood of information surged into his mind.
That night, Zhang Yuchun, Jiang Zhaoxia, Wu Man’er, and Li Sifeng couldn’t sleep.
Li Sifeng was the most excited, talking endlessly about their future.
Li Dongyue and Li Sijin chatted softly in their room, encouraging each other and vowing to share their senior brother’s burdens.
Moon sank, sun rose.
The first rays of morning light broke across the sky, illuminating the mountains.
Jiang Zhaoxia was the first to step out, practicing his fist techniques in the courtyard while glancing occasionally toward Li Qingqiu’s room, worry flickering in his eyes.
He remembered Li Qingqiu once saying, as a child, that he wanted to roam the world with a sword, to right wrongs and seek justice.
Now, with so many juniors depending on him—would he feel trapped?
Before long, the chickens crowed.
Zhang Yuchun and Li Dongyue emerged from their rooms, greeting each other before starting their morning chores.
Jiang Zhaoxia, ever the independent one, disliked chores, but Zhang Yuchun and Li Dongyue were diligent, making life easier for everyone else.
Meanwhile—
Inside the room, Li Qingqiu opened his eyes after an entire night of meditation.
His gaze instantly cleared.
He instinctively stretched, his body stiff and sore from sitting all night.
As he recalled the details of the Supreme Purity Primordial Unity Scripture, his expression changed dramatically.
Wait—
It really was an Immortal Cultivation technique?!
Li Qingqiu was stunned.
The Supreme Purity Primordial Unity Scripture spoke of absorbing the world’s spiritual energy, drawing in the essence of the sun and moon, and refining Spiritual Yuan Qi within the body.
Nourish Essence, Awaken Spirit, Sunlight Tempering…
Each stage extended one’s lifespan, even listing the exact years.
Reaching the Spirit Perception Realm granted three hundred years of life; the Sunlight Realm, six hundred.
Li Qingqiu was truly shaken.
He had always thought this was merely a martial world—where the highest power was inner strength or inner qi.
Had Master gone mad, chasing after immortality?
But it turned out—Immortal Cultivation was real!
The Dao Lineage Panel wasn’t for a martial sect—it was for an Immortal Dao Sect!
Realizing this, Li Qingqiu’s heart surged with excitement.
If one could cultivate immortality—who would still bother practicing martial arts?