I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1540 - 366: A Peaceful Mortal Life..._2

"Immortal Wei, you mean to hope that the chosen one can help that child through the next two calamities, right?"

"Exactly."

"But Immortal Wei, the child is destined for three calamities; the first one is already so terrifying. I’m afraid the next two won’t be easy to get through either."

"Hahaha..." Immortal Wei laughed, "It’s not a big deal. The first calamity destined for my grandson has already been borne by this old man, and his parents have taken on most of the other two. Only a little remains, not as frightening as imagined. All I wish is for him to grow up safe and sound, without ever touching the path of cultivation."

Lin Fan listened to Immortal Wei’s words, deeply feeling the elders’ love for the child, taking on all the hardships for him. Why weren’t the child’s parents by his side? They must have died bearing the calamities.

Perhaps someone might say, is it necessary to sacrifice everything for one child?

Recalling his time on Earth, he had witnessed such things many times. Many children were born with serious illness, and three families gave everything to save them, without complaint.

Isn’t this a reflection of what’s happening with Immortal Wei?

"So, you chose me?" Lin Fan asked.

"No, it’s not that I chose you, young friend, but that you chose this old man in his final moments." Immortal Wei stood up, approached Lin Fan, bent his knees, intending to kneel, but was supported by Lin Fan’s arms.

"Immortal Wei, you don’t have to do this. You’ve given me the information I wanted, so I’ll protect the child for a lifetime of safety. I’ll take this deal," Lin Fan said.

Immortal Wei’s eyes reddened slightly.

He had seen too many people, too many seemingly honest and upright gentlemen who were, in fact, as filthy as cesspools on the inside.

But why did Lin Fan make him trust him so much?

Besides the art of face-reading,

it was that young friend Lin gave him a feeling of sincerity, a sense of comfort.

A person’s face reflects their heart, especially among cultivators, whose appearances are greatly influenced by their nature.

Cultivators unfamiliar with this art naturally can’t see this, but as the Sect Hierarch of the Tai Yan Xuanzhen Sect, how could he not?

"Thank you, young friend. All the information you need is in the wooden box." Immortal Wei pushed the wooden box in front of Lin Fan.

There were no restrictions on the wooden box, no lock at the clasp, yet in Lin Fan’s eyes, the box was locked—by an invisible lock of an oath.

"Immortal Wei, are you sure you don’t want him to touch cultivation?"

"No, let him live as a mortal. Cultivating immortality might seem carefree, but it’s just a cage dressed up. The path of cultivation starts with Body Refinement, then Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, and then Core Formation, followed by Nascent Soul—one step after another without end, a nightmare tempting you on. Once high up, you face helpless situations; where is the ease and freedom?"

Immortal Wei sighed, as if he had seen through the true essence of cultivation—it’s a trap, luring cultivators step by step, and when they want to turn back, they find they can’t. The allure of lifespan, the allure of status, how can one easily give them up?

If they can’t give them up, they must struggle with others, struggle with heaven, constantly embroiled in conflict.

That’s how he once was, devoting himself only to cultivation, competing with other sects after becoming the Sect Hierarch of Tai Yan Xuanzhen Sect, leaving him with no time to care for his child born during Core Formation. It wasn’t until his grandson was about to be born that he realized how much he’d missed. Alas, it’s too late for regrets.

Lin Fan felt deeply moved.

Immortal Wei’s situation was like playing a game, where he initially recharged 98, then 168, 268, 398, and so on. The process was enjoyable, joyful, feeling a satisfaction in the spirit world never experienced before.

Until he realized the endless recharging, looking back, he saw time wasted, efforts wasted, entrapped in a whirlpool, difficult to retreat from.

At this moment.

Immortal Wei raised his hand to his forehead, silently reciting an incantation, and soon, a golden eye appeared in his palm.

"Young friend, this item is the ’Xuan Zhen Immortal Eye,’ the treasure of the Tai Yan Xuanzhen Sect, accidentally obtained by the founder of the Sect. It allows one to peer into the heavens and see the underworld. Though I’m without cultivation, it’s through this item that I can divine for loose cultivators. It contains the Secret Book of the Sect, the ’Peeping Sky Record.’ If you’re interested, you can study it."

At this moment, Immortal Wei was handing over his entire legacy to Lin Fan.

"Immortal Wei, this..."

Lin Fan started, but was interrupted.

"Young friend, no need to say more, please take care from now on." Immortal Wei bowed in courtesy.

...

In Immortal Wei’s last days, he entrusted his young grandson to Lin Fan and told neighbors that his time was short, and he would no longer be able to tell fortunes for people.

The loose cultivators living in the outer city were saddened upon hearing the news. Without Immortal Wei, there would be no one to read fortunes.

Of course,

some cultivators were genuinely sorrowful. Immortal Wei had spent years in Ling Yuan City and naturally formed close connections with some people.

Several days later,

Immortal Wei passed away.

Lin Fan and Immortal Wei’s agreement officially commenced. When Immortal Wei was alive, he had advised to keep the funeral simple, without fanfare, with a tombstone that didn’t bear his true name.

After completing the funeral arrangements, Lin Fan lived together with the child, who was named Wei An, likely hoping for a life of safety and peace.

Wei An cried nonstop over the period of his grandfather’s death, constantly demanding his grandfather.