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Path of the Mortal Bone

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Xianxia · Cultivation · Eastern Fantasy · Weak to Strong · Adventure · Alchemy · Immortal Ascension
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 – The Bone Fragment

The scorching summer sun baked the cracked earth. Lin Chen's back was bent low as he swung the worn-out hoe, sweat dripping down his face and soaking into the parched soil.

It was his seventeenth year, and once again, he stood at the edge of the village, gazing at the immortals descending from the sky.

Sword light split the clouds. Dozens of figures in flowing robes stepped down as if the heavens themselves opened a path for them.

Cultivators...

Lin Chen's eyes burned with longing. For mortals like him, those who could command wind and thunder were gods walking among men.

That very day, the Cloud River Sect held its annual recruitment. Every youth lined up, trembling with both fear and hope.

When Lin Chen placed his palm on the crystal orb, the elder only shook his head.

"No spiritual roots. Send him to the Servant Hall."

No spiritual roots—three words that shattered dreams.

Without roots, the path of immortality was nothing but a fantasy.

And so, Lin Chen became a menial servant. Sweeping floors, carrying water, washing robes—feeding the sect's true disciples with his labor.

Late at night, the sect's library was empty except for the sound of a broom sliding across ancient wooden floors. Lin Chen moved quietly, as he always did, blending into the shadows of the world.

Crack.

The broom hit something hard.

Lin Chen paused, kneeling down. Beneath a loose plank lay a piece of dull gray bone, smooth yet heavy in his palm.

The moment his fingers closed around it, a cold, ancient voice resounded in his mind:

[Host Detected: Lin Chen][Status: Mortal Bone][First Task: Absorb one strand of spiritual energy to unlock the seal.]

His heart slammed against his ribs. The library was empty, yet the voice echoed clearly in his soul.

Then he felt it—something faint, thinner than a hair, sliding into his meridians from the bone fragment.

A wisp of qi.

His breath caught. The sensation was weak, but it was real.

"This… this is spiritual energy?" His voice trembled.

For seventeen years, he had lived as a mortal. For seventeen years, the heavens had ignored him.

But at that moment, with the cold bone fragment glowing faintly in his hand, Lin Chen clenched his fists and whispered to the silent night:

"Even if I am born with mortal bones… I will walk the path to immortality!"