Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 1: True Monarch Reincarnation

In Qing State, Qingfeng Commandery, Purple Sun Mountain stands tall.

Purple Sun Mountain boasts Third Grade Spirit Veins, drawing most Lu Family cultivators to gather there.

Spiritual Qi from Heaven and Earth lingers thin and dispersed, slow to absorb and inefficient. Where Spirit Veins gather, however, Spiritual Qi thickens, speeding up intake dramatically. Provided the right setup, cultivators invariably claim and tend a Spirit Vein to enhance their cultivation.

A renowned Purple Mansion ancestor of the Lu family stations himself on Purple Sun Mountain, dominating thousands of miles in every direction.

Expansive spirit fields and medicine gardens cluster thickly all around.

At the mountain's base.

Inside a secluded courtyard, Lu Xuanji lounged on his bed, eyes fixed on the luminous moon overhead, a faint melancholy mixing with worry, leaving him uneasy and on edge.

Growing somewhat restless, Lu Xuanji propped himself up and leafed through a book.

The tome detailed assorted legends of Qing State, layouts of various clans, essential cultivation basics, and similar topics—purely an encyclopedic compilation.

"Tomorrow's Spirit Root test will decide if I'm dragon or phoenix."

Lu Xuanji reflected, his arm quivering slightly.

Back on Blue Star in his prior life, he'd been an average guy, slaving away in the brutal 996 routine, locked in relentless rivalry. One fateful overtime night led to sudden death and transmigration. No need to dwell on old life's miseries—a saga of toil. Over time, Lu Xuanji came to terms with his current existence.

Along with Lu Xuanji, the smartphone from his former life had also transmigrated.

[Low battery, currently charging...]

Detecting the phone's charging prompt within his Sea of Consciousness, Lu Xuanji seethed with irritation.

This realm offers paths to immortality and long life: Qi Refining spans one hundred twenty years, Foundation Establishment two hundred forty, Purple Mansion four hundred eighty, Golden Core one thousand, Nascent Soul two thousand, Divinity Transformation five thousand.

Cultivating proves tough; a Spirit Root stands as the prerequisite.

Securing a Spirit Root proves rare—one among thousands might possess one.

The Lu family oversees dozens of towns, home to roughly two hundred thousand souls, yet cultivators barely exceed one thousand.

True, offspring of cultivator unions boast better odds, yet it boils down to about one in ten. Annually, kids test without Spirit Roots, dispatched to the Mortal World for rearing. They enjoy plush lives, free from want, and connected ones snag three wives and four concubines—though denied cultivation, their lives average under sixty years.

Even Five Spirit Roots draws no scorn as trash.

Dubbed Wasted Spirit Root, Five Spirit Roots still counts as one, outshining thousands of mortals with over a century's lifespan. A stroke of fortune and heavenly chance could let one defy fate, advancing to Foundation Establishment.

"Tomorrow's Spirit Root test—I seek no more; Five Spirit Roots would suffice at worst."

Lu Xuanji murmured under his breath.

Novels remain fiction; reality bites harder than any tale.

Prior life's stories cast Foundation Establishment as fodder, Qi Cultivation beneath notice, Golden Core alone stirring waves. Truth be told, Qi Refining folk rank low yet rise above thousands, revered as Immortal Master by every mortal mouth.

A cultivator hitting Foundation Establishment prompts every clan to host lavish feasts and joyous gatherings.

The Lu family styles itself a Purple Mansion Immortal Race, holding just twenty-three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

No dread of mortal origins; true terror lies in Spirit Root absence, dooming one to mortality.

Footsteps approached then—a blue-robed middle-aged man drew near, a striking beauty at his side: his parents this life.

The blue-robed middle-aged man shone with lively eyes, attired in plain yet graceful robes, and with a smile queried: "Son, are you worried?"

"Worried."

Lu Xuanji offered a bitter smile, replying: "If no Spirit Root tomorrow, it's off to the Mortal World for three wives and four concubines—ten wives even."

Lu Mianwen chuckled and declared: "My son came into the world with natural brilliance, reborn as a True Monarch, certainly fated for a long life; tomorrow's Spirit Root test shouldn't disappoint."

"Really? I truly am not a reincarnated True Monarch."

Lu Xuanji offered a wry smile.

Having transmigrated with past-life memories, he stood apart from typical children.

By half a year, he spoke and walked.

At age three, he began studying books.

Occasionally, he dropped novel phrases.

Father Lu Mianwen thought possession might have occurred, yet checks confirmed the soul matched perfectly—no possession possible—pointing solely to True Monarch reincarnation.

True Monarchs rank as Nascent Soul powerhouses.

Mortals' souls dissipate upon death, barring any reincarnation.

Exclusively True Monarch cultivators can reincarnate and embrace a new existence.

"Xuanji, let Mother hold you a bit." Ye Xinlan promptly scooped Lu Xuanji into her embrace.

"No way!"

Shyness washed over Lu Xuanji, his heart full of grievance.

"Here, Mom'll plant a kiss on you."

Ye Xinlan bent down and pecked him.

"Mom, I'm grown now. Things can't stay like before." Lu Xuanji stressed.

"Even after a century, you remain my boy; if a mother wishes to hug you, she hugs you." Ye Xinlan asserted boldly.

"Father, see what Mom's doing."

Lu Xuanji complained pitifully.

"Kid, I don't even bother hugging you—count your blessings." Lu Mianwen grinned.

"Father, I feel anxious." Lu Xuanji voiced.

"Son, I hold no such worry."

Lu Mianwen replied.

"As a True Monarch reincarnation, you're guaranteed a perfect Spirit Root awakening—no mishaps possible."

Lu Jinwen affirmed confidently.

My son counts as a True Monarch reincarnation.

Luckily, he hasn't fully recalled his previous life's memories yet, still viewing me as his dad; full awakening might make him question that bond.

I'm genuinely no True Monarch reincarnation.

Lu Xuanji whispered inwardly.

Restless sleep awaited that night.

Come morning, Lu Xuanji rose early, barely tasting his breakfast.

His father alone stayed utterly composed.

"Perhaps you'll unlock the fabled Celestial Spirit Root," Father suggested smilingly.

"I don't aim for Celestial Spirit Root—Three Spirit Roots would satisfy me."

Lu Xuanji smiled bitterly.

Rumors held that Celestial Spirit Root guarantees Golden Core Peak attainment, barring untimely death.

One in a thousand might gain a Spirit Root.

Yet among ten thousand Spirit Root awakeners, scarcely one claims Celestial Spirit Root—or inferior grades.

…

In line they stood, as children stepped up one by one for Spirit Root testing.

First came the Spirit Root examination.

Kids pressed palms to the stone; light within four breaths meant Spirit Root present, darkness meant absent.

"Proceed one at a time."

The Clan Elder instructed; over three thousand youths from surrounding villages assembled, ages six to ten.

Child after child touched the stone.

Most stones stayed dark, sending kids away dejected.

Few stones glowed; most did not.

Lu Xuanji's turn arrived—he laid his palm down: one breath, two… up to seven breaths, still no glow.

Despair nearly gripped Lu Xuanji when suddenly the stone illuminated.

A Spirit Root existed.

Relief flooded Lu Xuanji.

I possess a Spirit Root.

Most youngsters departed in defeat.

From more than three thousand, fewer than five secured Spirit Roots.

"Excellent, splendid—five this year." The Elder overseeing tests nodded approvingly: "Last year brought zero yields."

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PS: New book launch—please lend your support. Cultivation tales split into two main paths: Mortal Stream, mirroring mortal lives through cultivation; Immortal Reversal Stream, probing human essence via cultivation.

This tale centers on clan-based immortality pursuit, leaning toward Immortal Reversal Stream style.