The Door to Cultivation (1)

Recently, Long Yuan'an has been able to control himself more. There's no more baby tantrums, his lisping has become better, and he can remember more about the knowledge he had from his previous lifetime. He started making a lot of things. Strangely somehow, there were a lot of things that can be used to create things he thought of as useful lying around in his house.

But, with the gradual control of his whole body, another problem arises.

Bzzt!

"Ow!" Long Yuan'an released the rod made of mysterious iron in his hands. With a clang, the iron rod fell onto the ground and rolled a few steps away from him. The young boy pursed his lips. Another electric discharge... He stared at his white palms.

"Xiao'an, what's wrong?" A gentle baritone voice came from behind. Long Yuan'an turned around and saw his father, Long Tianyue in purple long robe walking to his side. His long hair fluttering, the handsome face looked stoic and stern, but he knew from experience that his father was anything but the two words.

"Dad," the young boy called. "It's nothing, just an accident." He replied calmly, his gaze falling onto his two palms.

"Accident? What kind of accident?" Long Tianyue quickly walked over to his son, fearing something might have happened. After checking the boy up and down, seeing that nothing was wrong with his son, he sighed in relief. "You kid, scaring your father. What were you doing anyway?" He caressed the boy's head, but suddenly, an electrical current appeared and almost hit his hand.

Long Tianyue widened his eyes and stared at his child. Long Yuan'an calmly looked at his father, his lips mouthing: "It's an accident."

Blinking for a while, the man silently moved his hands and grabbed Long Yuan'an's left hand, checking his pulse.

Long Yuan'an felt something cool and refreshing entered his body, and the kind of feeling of electric discharging suddenly from his body had eased more than half. He looked at his father with surprised wide eyes, and the handsome man just smiled at him with pride.

After a while, the man pinched the baby fat on his son's cheek and chuckled. "Congratulations, son. You have the mutated lightning element spirit vein in your body, and it seems you awakened a bit too early for you to control it. From now on, you are officially a Trainee Cultivator."

The people in Xuanyuan Continent are all cultivators. At the age of 4, children will be sent to the temple to check their spirit vein first before they truly awakened the power in their body. However, some rare cases do happen in which the child will awaken their power first before the spirit vein testing like Long Yuan'an did. This is either because the child's power is too strong for them to bear or the child is a talented genius. Of course, Long Tianyue thinks that his son is the latter.

People who have awakened their power is called a Trainee Cultivator. Until they passed the Qi Gathering stage and arrived at the Base Formation stage, then they will formally be called a Warrior Cultivator. There are several more cultivator stages and names above, but the one at highest level of cultivation in the continent currently is Long Tianyue.

Formally, he was known as Respected Sovereign for his immense strength in cultivation, but truthfully, his real cultivation status is unknown. There were even rumours saying that he had achieved immortality, hence he could already be of godly status. But what is the real truth, only the person himself knows.

Long Yuan'an has heard of cultivation before, but only in brief. Before, he thought that it was just some kind of martial arts cultivation; like kung-fu, sanda, or wushu alike. But listening to his father's words, it seems like this cultivation thing is more fantastical than he thought?

Seeing the confusion in the boy's big, starry eyes, Long Tianyue couldn't help but be amused. "It seems that you still couldn't understand. But that's alright, you're still young. You can learn slowly," He patted the child's head, then held the child into his arms.

"Xiao'an, look above. Your Second Uncle has come," He pointed to somewhere in the sky with his finger, and Long Yuan'an followed his finger to see.

The early March morning generally has clear skies, and you can see the clouds floating peacefully across the vast blue above their heads.

At first, the boy couldn't see anything. Slowly, he saw a small, dark dot coming over towards their direction. The dot gradually became bigger, and Long Yuan'an's adorably chubby face changed as his eyes widened in shock at the sight in front of him.

There, in the air, was a palanquin made of gold and red sandalwood. Sparkles seemed to fell wherever the palanquin moved, as if informing people of the important people sitting inside the luxurious transport. There were no beast nor human holding on to the palanquin. Instead, strangely shaped clouds were holding the palanquin above, making the palanquin looked especially like something you'd see in a painting of an immortal.

As the palanquin neared, the curtain on the side fluttered open. A snowy pale white hands appeared first holding onto the curtain, then, a young, handsome face with reddish brown eyes came out from behind the curtain. The moment he saw Long Yuan'an and Long Tianyue, the handsome face turned excited.

"Brother! Xiao'an!"

It was Long Tianyue's younger brother, Huofei Empire's Crown Prince, Long Tianqiang.

The palanquin slowly descended down in front of the two father and son. Immediately after, Long Tianqiang's figure rushed out of the palanquin towards them.

"Brother! My baby nephew! I missed you so much! Do you miss me?" Long Tianqiang raised his hands for a bear hug with his brother and nephew. Unfortunately, his elder brother was faster and quickly stepped back to evade his hug. The child is his brother's arms was held far away from his reach, and he can only hug empty air.

"Tianqiang, you're early this year." Long Tianyue replied coldly. Except for his wife and son, his default attitude to others has always been cold and aloof, even if the other is his only full-blooded younger brother.

"Isn't it because you haven't contacted us for so long, Imperial-father has turned anxious. Besides, Xiao'an 4th birthday is coming soon. I just came by the way to celebrate and ask for your opinion." Long Tianqiang pouted. Although his brother has turned a bit silly these years, but they were all only reserved for his sister-in-law and nephew. In front of him, this amazing elder brother would still show his usual stoic expression.

"Yunyun is busy. Wait." Long Tianyue replied. Then, still holding his son in his arms, turned to leave the place. Long Tianqiang habitually followed behind his brother, not minding the short sentences the man just said to him.

Long Yuan'an, who has been silent, was still staring at the palanquin with shocked wide-eyes, not realizing that he was being carried away by his father. His minds turning around with countless things he could gather from his previous life.

Forgive him for being ignorant. Despite living for almost four years in this new world, he has been living the life of seclusion behind the magnanimous gate of Yunyue Pavillion. Although they said that aura and cultivation exist in this world, he never saw anyone using any of their power in front of him. The most that he ever saw was them flinging their swords or sticks around on the practice ground, so he always thought that they were practicing martials arts instead.

But who would ever thought, the cultivation they have is like the ones in novels or manhua? Long Tianyue looked at his pair of chubby small hands. The electric discharge has lessened, but he could still feel the numbness at the ends of his fingertips.

With this power, maybe he can be strong enough to protect his happiness?

Long Yuan'an clenched his hands into fists, then held his father's neck tightly in his arms.

"Xiao'an? Are you sleepy?" Long Tianyue felt his son's small arms ringing his neck, and held the child closer into his arms to make him more confortable. His big, warm hands patted the back of the small spine, coaxing him to slumber.

"Have a good rest, Xiao'an,"

Little Yuan'an was silent for a while, before he slowly lowered his head into the crevice of his father's neck and closed his eyes.