Cultivation: I Can Reincarnate Into Various Worlds

[Righteous Hero: Punish wicked officials and perform righteous deeds, easily winning the favor of those with a sense of justice.]

He glanced at the second level of the Bright Yellow Destiny [Righteous Hero].

With Luck on my side, I shouldn't suffer a premature demise. I've been in this mulberry forest for years and survived unscathed. It's impossible that I'd encounter a "life-threatening disaster" just after waking up. The only variable, it seems, is related to the Bright Yellow Destiny [Righteous Hero] I solidified a few days ago. Although my Divine Soul is weak at this time, killing a Mortal is no trouble.

Xu Xing waited quietly for the young man to make a move.

"In a five-acre estate, one can plant mulberries; by the age of fifty, one can be clothed in silk." — Mencius.

「Half a day later」

Wang Wenzhen, dressed as a woodcutter, came down the mountain. On his shoulder, besides a hoe, he carried a mulberry tree as thick as a baby's arm.

He planted the mulberry tree in the front yard.

"Wenzhen, with this mulberry tree, we can raise more silkworms this year..."

"I'll borrow a spinning wheel from Mom's house. Although my sister-in-law looks down on us, she'll lend it. We'll give her some silk as a thank you. In a few years, we'll have Carpenter He build us a spinning wheel..."

A young girl in plain clothes and a simple skirt walked out of the firewood room in the courtyard. She circled the mulberry tree several times, chattering incessantly.

The young girl's appearance was not outstanding; she had ordinary looks.

"Wait until I pass the examinations and become a scholar, Qiaoniang... You won't have to suffer with me anymore..."

Wang Wenzhen grasped the girl's hands, his eyes filled with love.

"Yes, Wenzhen."

The young girl lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Afterward, Wang Wenzhen took off his dirty old clothes, put on a patched and washed-out pale gray robe, and read poetry on the steps under the eaves.

The scene of the couple's tender interactions was completely captured by Xu Xing's eyes.

However, Xu Xing merely watched with indifference, not moved by their affection at all.

Those involved are muddled, while bystanders see clearly. From my day's observation, Wang Wenzhen's character is decent, but this young girl called Qiaoniang... is questionable. The porridge she made for herself was much thicker than Wang Wenzhen's. On the surface, however, she acts like a considerate wife. Subtle signs reveal the greater truth. It has nothing to do with me. Fate must have arranged this because Wang Wenzhen can bring me some benefits.

Xu Xing collected his thoughts and continued to visualize the "Dragon Flame Sacred Jiao Method."

「One and a half years passed.」

His Divine Soul Cultivation advanced, and he reached the Three Tribulations Ghost Immortal realm, just strong enough to allow for Night travel.

There's actually a hidden spiritual vein here! The spiritual convergence makes the Spiritual Energy even richer than on the mountain...

Xu Xing's Divine Soul emerged from the Mulberry Tree, scanned the entire courtyard, and found a small, dragon-shaped spiritual vein about ten meters from his main body.

Spiritual veins, formed by the confluence of qi channels, were extremely rare.

It seems the Wang Family has Great Fortune. Xu Xing mused.

「Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, seven years passed.」

Wang Wenzhen failed his examinations repeatedly, and his family's fortunes gradually declined. Relatives and friends disappeared, and his neighbors despised him.

"Qiaoniang, you..."

Wang Wenzhen came home to see his wife, Zhou Qiaoniang, packing their belongings, leading their young son by the hand, apparently about to leave. He stared silently.

"I've suffered enough with you all these years! Back then, my brother persuaded me to marry you, saying you were a learned man..."

"My hands are covered in calluses from weaving. I only hoped to live a prosperous life with you. Now... I can't stay with you anymore. I don't want to! There's nothing to look forward to..."

Zhou Qiaoniang cried and sobbed.

Initially, while she might have had some ulterior motives in marrying Wang Wenzhen, genuine affection had grown between them as they weathered hardships together over the years.

But she was tired of the suffering.

Other families, after so many years, would have at least accumulated some savings.

But Wang Wenzhen, in his pursuit of scholarly honor and an official position, had not only exhausted their family's wealth but had also fallen into debt with neighbors and relatives...

Even if I wanted to turn back now, it would be too difficult.

"Fine, fine. You may go."

Wang Wenzhen's lips trembled, wanting to argue. But when he saw the streaks of white in Zhou Qiaoniang's hair, guilt and sorrow welled up within him. So he waved his hand, turned his head, and let Zhou Qiaoniang leave.

What a pity... Next time, Wang Wenzhen might have passed the provincial examinations. Leaving now is Zhou Qiaoniang's poor fate...

Outside the door, Xu Xing, residing in the Mulberry Tree, witnessed this scene and shook his head.

The Ghost Immortal Three Realms—Approaching Yang, Returning to the Netherworld, and Fate Determining—came after the Elixir Mark Realm.

Although I've only reached the realm of a Six Tribulations Free Immortal at this time, over these seven years, I've refined some of the Innate Prohibitions of my original body. I can now glimpse a corner of a Mortal's destiny. Observing destiny might be an inherent Divine Power granted to me by this Immortal Plant. Under my cultivated sight, Wang Wenzhen's Luck is a mix of gray and white, but within the grayness, there's a streak of red qi. Occasionally, this red qi transforms into an illusory seal... Everyone has their own destiny. With Wang Wenzhen's temperament, after he passes the examinations, he shouldn't forget the wife who shared his hardships. However, how he'll repay her is uncertain...

Xu Xing shook his head and resumed his slumber.

Time holds no meaning during Cultivation.

「In a flash, another year or two had passed.」

That day, Wang Village was filled with the sound of gongs, drums, and the crackling of firecrackers.

The doorway of the Wang Family's humble home was packed with villagers who had come from miles around to witness the spectacle.

A running feast with numerous tables was set up in the ancestral hall of Shangjiang Village.

"Wenzhen, your success in the examinations, becoming a Scholar Lord, brings honor to me, your granduncle..."

The elderly, white-haired village head was surrounded by people. Seeing the Scholar Lord dismount his horse at the village entrance, he hurried over to greet him.

"Granduncle, you're too kind."

Wang Wenzhen was amiable, without a hint of arrogance. He chatted with the villagers and presented them with gold as a token of gratitude for their past kindness.

Seeing this, the somewhat guilty Zhou Qiaoniang came forward, ready to apologize to Wang Wenzhen, and called out, "Wenzhen!"

"The bond between us is severed."

"I have remarried; I am no longer your husband."

Unexpectedly, Wang Wenzhen shook his head slightly, rejecting Zhou Qiaoniang's apology.

After giving Zhou Qiaoniang a deep bow, he ordered a servant to present her with a tray of silver ingots.

With that said, he took his young son's hand and walked away from Zhou Qiaoniang.

"You can forgive all the villagers... why can't you forgive me?"

Zhou Qiaoniang cried for a moment, then questioned him sharply, seemingly unable to believe Wang Wenzhen could be so heartless.

Wang Wenzhen's body stiffened. He paused in his stride but said nothing more and continued to walk away.

To celebrate this event, Shangjiang Village held a running feast for seven days, open to all guests to eat and drink freely.

However, after the celebration, Wang Wenzhen never returned to his former humble home. He ordered it sealed off and then departed for the Capital, leaving Shangjiang Village behind.

Everyone has their own destiny. Wang Wenzhen has the official Luck to become a court official, but he lacks the immortal fate to learn of my existence...

Witnessing this, Xu Xing shook his head with a touch of emotion.

Although becoming a scholar and an official is grand, and in the eyes of the Shangjiang Village commoners Wang Wenzhen is an unattainable figure, to me, he isn't necessarily so impressive. I'm about to reach the Seven Tribulations Ghost Immortal stage; then I can leave this body. However, to be safe, I'll stay here longer and wait until after the Elixir Mark Realm and Approaching Yang Realm before exploring...

Xu Xing chose to continue laying low.

In the Emperor Jin World, I have no sense of how many years have passed. But based on the time flow rate of the Main World, I can make a rough estimate... About eight years have passed in the Main World, meaning one hundred and sixty years have gone by in the Emperor Jin World. There's still plenty of time; no need to rush. What I didn't expect was that as this Immortal Plant grew, my Eighth Extremes Immortal Life: Fusang Golden Crow is slowly... on the verge of re-condensing in the Dao Fruit column... And I don't even need to solidify it myself.

Xu Xing looked at the Eighth Extremes Immortal Life: Fusang Golden Crow in the Dao Fruit column of his Ideation Space.

The Bright Yellow Destiny [Righteous Hero] was something he had actively solidified using a Dao Fruit. But the Eighth Extremes Immortal Life: Fusang Golden Crow was different; it was re-condensing on its own.

It successfully condensed...

「A few days later」

On a whim, Xu Xing looked at the Kunlun Mirror again.

He saw the Bronze Ancient Mirror release a dazzling radiance, and the Eighth Extremes Immortal Life: Fusang Golden Crow once again stood firmly in the Dao Fruit column.

There's an additional life aura... it's inside this Immortal Plant... I guessed wrong. What I reincarnated into wasn't just this Immortal Plant, but also... the Golden Crow nurtured by the Fusang tree...