Kỳ Lĩnh Mountain is located in the northern part of the Divine Wind Continent.
Today was the day the four great sects in the northern part of the Divine Wind Continent recruited disciples, an event held once every three years. All children between five and ten years old who possessed spiritual roots could participate, with the potential to be favored by a powerful expert and, from then on, ascend to the heavens in a single step.
Ye Zhiyao was held in her father's arms, gazing in astonishment at Kỳ Lĩnh Mountain, which towered into the sky.
It had been five years since she arrived in this world. In her previous life, she was born in China's capital to a wealthy and academically successful family. Her only regret was that her parents divorced and each started a new family, leaving Zhiyao to move between their homes, living like a guest.
Despite good living conditions, she lacked her parents' care.
Consequently, Zhiyao had a relatively aloof personality, preferring to stay in the dorm, read novels, and watch TV dramas.
Just as she was about to graduate from university, who knew she would wake up having transmigrated to another world, where she could cultivate to become an immortal.
In this life, Zhiyao was born into the Ye family, the seventeenth child, and was deeply loved by her parents.
Her father, Ye Feng, was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and the head of the Ye family.
Her mother, Zhao Qianyue, was originally an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, but because she gave birth, her cultivation had fallen to late-stage Golden Core. She was also from the main branch of the Zhao family.
It could be said that in this life, Zhiyao was a second-generation rich kid.
Over the past five years, Zhiyao had always stayed in her room.
Every day, her parents brewed medicinal herbs for her to drink to cleanse impurities from her body, continuously strengthening her physique and laying the foundation for her future cultivation.
“Shiqi, are you scared?” Her father’s concern interrupted Zhiyao’s recollections.
“Not scared. With parents who possess such excellent spiritual roots, Shiqi will definitely have spiritual roots too,” Zhiyao looked up at her father.
Her father was now over 500 years old, but he looked like a young man in his twenties.
Indeed, just as described in those cultivation novels, all cultivators were handsome men and beautiful women.
Zhiyao still remembered the first time she saw her father; she was utterly stunned. In her twenty years of life, she had never seen anyone so handsome; she only felt that this person was like a god.
Her mother was even more beautiful in appearance, ranking among the top 10 beauties on the Divine Wind Continent's beauty list.
She guessed that she wouldn't be far behind in the future; after all, such good genes were right before her eyes.
“Our Shiqi will definitely be even better than her parents, ha ha ha.” Ye Feng gently stroked Zhiyao’s head, his eyes filled with love.
This was his and Yue'er's beloved daughter. Cultivators already found it difficult to have children, and to be able to have Shiqi in this life, they were already content.
More and more children arrived at Kỳ Lĩnh Mountain. Suddenly, Zhiyao felt a gaze fixed on her.
Perhaps it was a side effect of her transmigration; although Zhiyao hadn't started cultivating yet, her divine soul was much more sensitive and powerful than that of ordinary children.
Zhiyao looked over and met the gaze, seeing a thin, struggling boy.
His entire being exuded a gloomy aura, his eyes were sharp, and a hint of envy and sorrow appeared in them.
Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this person was looking at her with such eyes. She could only offer the boy a slight smile.
But the boy quickly turned his face away and didn't look at her anymore.
"Is this guy having a second puberty or something?" Zhi Dao was speechless, turning away and refusing to look at him again.