The man was already seventy or eighty years old, with one foot in the grave, yet he still wanted to join in the excitement and learn cultivation. This was pure nonsense!
It was only because Ah Qing had a good temper; otherwise, if it had been another immortal teacher, they might have driven him away long ago!
Lu Qing didnât mind at all. Smiling, he looked at Zhao Daye and said, âGrandpa Zhao, please go ahead.â
âHehe, sorry to trouble you, Ah Qing.â
Grandpa Zhao chuckled without a hint of embarrassment and walked up to the Gathering Spirit Monument.
As before, the monument emitted a white glow, enveloping Grandpa Zhao.
Everyone assumed that after waiting for a moment, the light would remain unchanged, and Grandpa Zhao would have to abandon his wish.
Unexpectedly, the white glow changed within just seven or eight breaths of time.
In a short span, the light turned red, deepening rapidly in hue.
When the transformation stopped, the glow around him had turned a deep crimson, faintly mixed with an almost imperceptible trace of gold.
This sight left the villagers dumbfounded.
Even Lu Qing couldnât help but look at him differently.
âHuh? This old man actually has some cultivation aptitude?â
Even the spirit within the Li Huo Cauldron, Yan, let out an astonished exclamation.
âPeople really canât be judged by appearances. I never imagined Grandpa Zhao could have the potential to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm. Itâs just... a bit of a pity,â Lu Qing thought to himself with a sigh.
The monument was his creation, so he naturally understood the significance of its light colors.
The light emitted by the monument had three levels: red, gold, and purple. These colors, to a certain extent, reflected the test subjectâs cultivation potential.
A red glow indicated an aptitude with an upper limit at the Qi Refinement Realm, equivalent to the Precelestial Realm in martial cultivation.
A gold glow signified potential to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm.
As for the rare purple glow, it marked true prodigies, individuals with the potential to achieve the Golden Core Realm.
However, the monument could only measure initial aptitude, not oneâs ultimate achievements.
After all, the path of cultivation was rife with unknown possibilities. Even those with ordinary talent might defy the odds with extraordinary fortune and opportunities.
Yet, Lu Qing couldnât help but feel some regret for Grandpa Zhao. After all, his age was indeed a significant limitation.
âAh Qing, this red light Grandpa Zhao triggeredâdoes it mean he has cultivation aptitude?â
Breaking the stunned silence, Grandpa Zhang finally asked aloud.
Immediately, all eyes turned to Lu Qing, especially Grandpa Zhao, who gazed at him with hopeful anticipation.
Under everyoneâs gaze, Lu Qing nodded gently. âOf course. And Grandpa Zhaoâs talent is quite good.
As he said earlier, if he cultivates to a high level, he might really be able to fly.â
These words stunned everyone.
Grandpa Zhaoâs eyes welled up with tears.
Muttering to himself, he said, âAhâe, you see? You didnât marry the wrong man...â
Grandpa Zhang, still shocked, felt a pang of sadness at these words.
He recalled how, in their youth, Grandpa Zhao often talked about dreams of flying in the sky.
He claimed to be a reincarnated immortal who had simply forgotten his divine powers, promising that one day, he would set out to find immortals and recover his abilities.
Back then, these statements brought him nothing but ridicule from the village.
Only one person had never mocked him. In fact, she often sought him out to chat and listen to his stories.
That girl was named Ahâe.
Grandpa Zhang had frequently seen them by the river.
Ahâe would sit on a large green rock, swinging her legs while intently listening to Grandpa Zhao passionately narrate his dreams of immortality.
Later, she defied her familyâs objections and married him.
Decades had since passed. Ahâe was gone, and they had grown old.
Watching the deep red glow around his old friend, Grandpa Zhangâs eyes grew moist as well.
He felt both comforted and sorrowful.
Comforted that his friend had finally found recognition, yet sorrowful for Ahâe, who had fought for her love but couldnât live to witness this moment.
...
âAlright,â Lu Qing said, putting away the monument with a wave.
âThe test is over. Not bad for our villageâwe have four people with cultivation aptitude.â
The villagersâ reactions were mixedâsome were happy, others disappointed or envious.
Seeing this, Lu Qing smiled and said, âThose of you who didnât have the aptitude for cultivation, donât be discouraged.
The monument measures aptitude for the Path of Cultivation, but thereâs also the Martial Path.
Iâve asked the Wei family to send a few martial arts instructors to establish a training hall here.
If youâre interested, you can practice martial arts.
When mastered, the Martial Path can be just as powerful as the Immortal Path.â
These words reignited hope in the crowd.
Wang Daâan exclaimed, âAh Qing, do you mean we can learn martial arts?â
âOf course,â Lu Qing replied. âThe Martial Path is open to all, regardless of aptitude.
But itâs tough. Youâll need perseverance.â
âHah! Whatâs hardship? Could it be harder than farming under the scorching sun and pouring rain every day?â Wang Daâan retorted.
âExactly!â others echoed, their determination rekindled.
Lu Qing nodded silently. Although unsure how many would persist, he knew this was a good start for Jiuli Village.
âAs for you, Grandpa Zhao...â Lu Qing turned to him and the other three villagers with aptitude.
âI wonât have much time to teach you personally, but Iâve arranged for someoneââ
Before he could finish, Grandpa Zhao waved him off.
âAh Qing, no need. As Grandpa Zhang said, Iâm too old for this.â
âYou donât want to cultivate?â Lu Qing asked in surprise.
âNo, no,â Grandpa Zhao chuckled. âI came only to see if my youthful dreams were true.
Now that I know, I have no regrets.
As for cultivation, Iâm too old and too tired.â
âBut Grandpa Zhao, with your talent, you could extend your lifeââ Lu Qing began.
Grandpa Zhao interrupted, shaking his head. âAhâe is gone. Whatâs the point of living so long? Focus on the young ones.â
With that, he left for home.
As he approached his courtyard, he seemed to glimpse a woman standing there, smiling at him, as if she were waiting.
Her smile was as radiant as the day she had listened to him by the river.
...
The next day, Lu Qing received news: Grandpa Zhao had passed away peacefully in his sleep.
He lay with a serene expression, holding a handkerchiefâa gift from his wife, Ahâe, during their youth.