Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2784 - 1030: Apologize

The Daoist robed in black offered a slight smile.

"It presents no issue. Now that it is captured, there is no fear of it making an escape."

Little White’s lips curved into a smile before she gracefully vanished from sight.

Luo Chen harbored no concerns for Little White’s safety.

Having processed a substantial quantity of soul stones, Little White had already ascended to the Mid-Fourth Order realm.

Without the intervention of a Great Cultivator, and given her spectral cultivation, few would possess the ability to pose a threat to her.

On the Tian Nan Continent, a mere two Great Cultivators exist, both residing within the Tian Nan Dao Palace.

A journey to the Zhou family’s domain would be but a brief excursion. With sufficient caution, even Zhou Yunshen might fail to detect her presence.

What occupied his thoughts more was his doppelganger, who had initiated cultivation at the tender age of six – a truly audacious move.

Did they not have elders nearby to guide their cultivation journey step by step?

Although he had previously instructed Zhou Yunshen to refrain from excessive interference in the doppelganger’s development, such fundamental guidance ought to be provided by parents or elders!

"Perhaps some unforeseen circumstance arose,"

Luo Chen mused softly, subsequently returning his attention to refining the Chi Xiao sword qi.

Prior to commencing his closed-door cultivation, he cast a chilling gaze toward the Primordial Chaos Tripod.

...

Half a year later.

Within a plaza situated in Bailu Marsh, upwards of thirty youths stood in disciplined formation, attentively receiving instruction from an elder adorned with snow-white hair.

"You have all surpassed the age of six and must now commence preparations for Spirit Root detection and cultivation, which will commence in six years."

"Henceforth, I shall impart a Body Refining Technique to fortify your physical forms."

"Do not dismiss the importance of body refinement. Should you be identified as possessing a spirit root in the future and gain the capability to cultivate, a robust physique will offer significant advantages in the initial stages, at the very least enabling you to endure the discomfort of spirit qi entering your body. Even in the absence of a spirit root, you may embark on the Path of Martial Arts, ensuring your own protection in the mortal realm, which is a skill in itself."

A resounding chorus of agreement emanated from all the teenagers.

The elder, visibly pleased by their response, then proceeded to demonstrate a series of boxing techniques upon an elevated platform.

This particular boxing technique was neither exceptionally potent nor overtly destructive; however, its benefits to the body were considerable, engaging a multitude of bodily parts.

The youths diligently mirrored his movements in their practice.

Once they had committed the forms to memory, the elder ceased his direct supervision, taking a seat to the side and allowing them to practice independently.

When challenges arose, he would patiently offer explanations, devoid of any pretense.

The elder was acutely aware of his own standing; he was no revered cultivator, but merely an innate martial artist among common folk, entrusted with this task through the clan's goodwill.

Success in this endeavor could yield longevity-extending elixirs and forge numerous connections for his descendants.

After all, among the assembly of youths in the square, it was inevitable that some would possess spirit roots, eventually ascending to become those esteemed immortal cultivators.

Zhou Fuqiu was one of their number.

Not only him, but his sister, Zhou Qingyu, stood beside him, also practicing the Strengthening Body Boxing Technique.

However, in contrast to Zhou Fuqiu’s swift comprehension, Zhou Qingyu’s movements were sluggish, and she seemed to deplete her stamina rapidly, her face soon glistening with sweat.

"Mao Mao, if you are feeling weary, you should go and rest."

"Brother, I am not tired."

The young girl appeared visibly enthusiastic, displaying a keen interest in cultivation.

Yet, due to her delicate health and frequent illnesses, she stumbled and fell.

Zhou Fuqiu quickly assisted her to her feet, gently blowing on the reddened mark on her elbow.

This tender moment, however, elicited derisive laughter from those nearby.

"Sickly child, it would be best if you returned to rest. Why persist in joining the activities? Do not harbor ambitions of becoming an immortal cultivator yourself!"

All eyes turned towards them.

Zhou Qingyu's large eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Zhou Fuqiu lifted his head, his gaze hardening as it settled upon the boy standing not far away, his voice laced with an icy chill.

"Apologize!"