When dinner was nearly over, Yulong looked at Lingxu who was standing in the corner, facing the wall. He said slowly "Lingxu," seeing he didn't react, he said it a few more times until Lingxu turned to him, looking at a different corner instead of at him.
Yulong kept his composure and said slowly "Tomorrow it's your tenth birthday… well, the city spiritual testing session will be held in half a year anyways, so we decided not to test your roots until then."
Lingyun on the side commented loudly "Dad, why do you pay him attention? That stupid moron can't understand anything! Hmph! If I was ten years old, I would already start cultivating, look at him, even if he has roots, he won't be able to comprehend the qi refining exercise! It would be such a waste for him to have any roots! Bah!"
The room then became quiet, until the sound of eating came again, no one denied this sentence. Yulong's action was just to confirm this son of his really didn't pay any attention to these things. As for his daughter, she was already tested a year ago and she didn't have any, which is why she was taught by her mother about household matters.
Her mother didn't have any roots either, the only reason she was able to become the first wife of Yulong is because her grandfather was a cultivator, and their family was a bit larger than this one.
Time passed and dinner ended, Lingxu served Lingyun a bit more until it was time for him to go back. He looked at the night sky visible in his yard, unwillingness streaking across his eyes.
'I didn't travelled through time just to be a waste, right?' In just three months, his resentment grew extremely. At first he basically ignored the memories, but the longer he was here, the more he felt that the real Lingxu had a chance to awaken his mind.
As long as they cared for him, he should have been able to 'wake up'… of course his mind would be that of a child, but still, being born in a modern society, he had a certain equality complex. No matter what, the baseline of human life was that as long as they didn't do anything bad, they didn't deserve to be treated bad.
When he thought of this family 'Well, there are no laws for abuse and such in this world… but there is the law of murder. Killing them is what they deserve. Alas, cultivators sound to great, but in fact, how many eras are they behind modern morals and ethics?
At least we have certain rights and regulations… here, it feels more like I'm back in the ancient times, where might is right. It's no wonder the cultivators all act like young brats even when they are hundreds of years old.
They don't experience as much as a teenager of the modern times; they see very few people as their peers and communication is cut off. Meanwhile, in modern times, you see millions of people in a year, you hear and talk with strangers about absolutely nothing but also everything…
Alas…' he was about to say a few more melancholic things when he saw the bright moon shining right above his head – he was born on such a full moon. Right as he thought about this, his eyes suddenly flashed with a bright turquoise light.
He inherited the turquoise eyes from his mother, this was apparently what enchanted his father. When he saw himself in a mirror, he could only say that this colour was… ghastly.
His eyes closed on their own and he fell back, his mind falling back into his sea of conscious.
…
"Where is this?" Lingxu looked around, he saw barely anything, everything was black, as if he was in space.
Then, there was a bright light somewhere, he watched out and saw it – a bright sphere hovering in the centre of everything, it was of the same colour as his eyes.
When he approached it, it popped and a figure came into view. Lingxu understood in a moment where he was. He had looked back in his memories many times, this was the single moment when he was born, he was laying in his mothers embrace, looking at her deep eyes with the same colour as mine.
Suddenly, there was a small voice coming towards him, even though her mouth didn't move, he could hear things.
"My son- my… my son!" the turquoise eyes shined.
"I don't have much time… my son, I am Mo Yue … from the Mo Yue clan. We… we were annihilated by the immortal dynasty, by the House of Chi Hong. We are just a small clan of cultivators, but our heritage is long.
The ancestor of our Mo Yue clan once nearly ascended. Unfortunately… he died.
We are Ghost cultivators, we cultivate ghosts, we are ghosts, and we fight ghosts. The ancestor sacrificed an entire continent once to ascend, gaining unmeasurable amounts of karma.
From then on, our clan was born with a deficit, the chance to cultivate would slowly become more and more difficult, until my generation. Only six people remained, but the Chi Hong clan's young master wronged us…
I am the last remaining. Fleeing to these eastern islands was the only way for me to escape, but all of my power was lost, making be a mortal. I was willing to give up the Mo Yue inheritance, but was forced…"
Lingxu felt that a strong resentment came from those seemingly calm eyes.
"The karma was eliminated by my generation, you are the first generation of the Mo Yue clan after the karma was eliminated. I don't ask you to rebuilt our clan… we ghost cultivators are not suitable for clans… once you see the inheritance, you will know.
I only wish you a better life… this is the inheritance of our Mo Yue clan, the only remaining inheritance. It contains the inheritance of our ancestor who nearly reached the immortal realm."
Afterwards, the bubble bloated and burst, leaving a blue yaksha mask.
Lingxu felt something and reached his hand. The mask instantly approached him and fell on his face.
Suddenly, he felt a gained a huge amount of information.
…
'So this is how it is…' he said, then checked out the information.
If he could, he would laugh to the sky 'Hahaha! It seems that suffering a bit is worth it… well, technically, it was the reward for the former's suffering… but since I took your reward, I will also take upon the responsibility.
As for the clan… well, ghost cultivators really are unsuitable.'
Although he could only see basic information and things for about the first stage of cultivation, he could still understand why his mother said what she said about the Mo Yue clan.
Ghost cultivators are branched into three lineages – Spectres, Lords and Hunters.
Spectres become ghosts themselves, the difference between them is that they fully retain their consciousness and ability, as if they were cultivators of the netherworld and not normal ghosts.
Lords control ghosts to do their work, they themselves are still human beings. Lastly, Hunters are those that hunt ghosts and nourish themselves with the power of ghosts, they don't become ghosts themselves.
Generally, all three can work together and one doesn't necessarily have to separate them, the only difference is the initial choice of cultivation art, which will make them superior in that specific branch.