The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

1.
Visitor from the branch family

The early spring season, with grass growing long and warbler flying, was a wonderful time of year.
Outside the Xu family village, where beautiful mountains met clear water, a teenager lay on his back on the grass with his arms folded behind his head, his posture relaxed and comfortable.

The pale golden sun hit the teenager's face, warm and soft, so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes and rested in peace.

His stay lasted through the afternoon.
At the end of the evening, when the last rays of light disappeared into the sky, the boy yawned lazily and sat up.

At the village entrance, a boy dressed as a manservant ran over and hurriedly said, “Young master, someone from the branch is here.
This lowly one was sent to find you.”

The youth wrinkled his brows, before immediately loosening them.
“Then go back soon.”

The boy hurriedly led the way, passing a few stone paths to arrive at a large house.
Following the boy through the door, there was a guest seated in the hall – a middle-aged man in long robes1.
His eyes twinkled and his temples bulged upwards.
He seemed to be a Houtian practitioner.

The young man stepped forward and hurried over: “I heard that there was a guest.
Apologies for not welcoming you sooner.”

The middle-aged man, named Xu Cheng, was a capable steward of the branch family.
He was very unwilling to be sent by the branch family master to welcome the young master.

It was not a good job.

What did the Xu family village count as? For a big clan like the Xu family, let's not talk about the main family first.
Even the branch family was counted as the top one or two in a city like Fenglin.
And this Xu family village was nothing but a tiny village to the branch family.
Over the years, a few people were slowly sent over, which is why there was a small population.

If one was even a slightly favored young master,  even if they were a bastard son, it was rare to be sent here.
What's more, the young master's history was really not very easy to explain.
He is not the son of the current branch family master, but the former master – the current master's older brother's only son.
He is a legitimate son, but because of the former master's death from illness, his situation became awkward.
Not long after, he was sent to the Xu family village in the name of gifting the entire village to him, but in fact, it was nothing more than some food and clothing.
He didn't even have the main authority of the village.

If one really tried and was able to control the villagers, although it can't be counted as much, they could lord over the village.
But this young master was soft-hearted and neither blames others nor has a bad temper.
Over time, if not for the strict rules of the Xu family, even though the servants look as though they're doing their tasks, in their hearts they don't really respect him.

Xu Cheng's coming this time was naturally a major event.
Otherwise how could he, an eighth-level Houtian martial artist acknowledged by other Houtian practitioners, come to such a place full of village bumpkins!

However, a master and servant are different after all.
Xu Cheng was highly regarded by the branch family master,  but he was a martial artist raised by the family.
He could shock people with his power, but he cannot forget the basic rules.
The master is the master and the servant is the servant.
Even if the young master Xu Ziqing was forgotten and neglected, Xu Cheng still had to maintain basic politeness.

He stood up, relying on his eighth-level practitioner status to avoid bowing, and smiled lightly.
“Young master, Xu Cheng is here on orders from the branch family master to bring you back.”

Xu Ziqing smiled: “I don't know what's the reason for my uncle calling me back?”

Xu Cheng said: “The young master is thirteen years old this year.
Regardless of bloodline, once a descent of my Xu family reaches this age, they will be sent to the main family to test their spiritual roots.
Young master is a direct descendant2 and is naturally included.”

Xu Ziqing looked down.
He was reluctant to leave the Xu family village, but how could the weak resist the strong? What would come, would come, so he readily agreed.
“When will we leave?”

Xu Cheng saw that the young master was not arrogant and behaved generously, and his goodwill increased by two points.
“If the young master doesn't mind, the sooner the better.
It is better to follow me tomorrow morning.”

Xu Ziqing nodded.
“We'll do as