In the Eastern Region of the Xuan Dynasty...
In the courtyard of the XuanYu sect. The main sect of the Xuan Dynasty. A figure in a black robe with his hands behind his back was facing towards the orange sky; as the sun was setting off, the blue sky had turned red, and the breeze of cold air had passed through his face, making him feel quite nostalgic.
It's been eighteen years, since he had came to this beautiful as well as chaotic world of cultivation. Where no one can live without power; without power, you are nothing more than a slave or human sacrifice, no matter your identity. You are not safe without power; either you are a human or a spiritual beast Or a God or a emperor or immortal.
'Ha...' Ming Ping let out a long sigh as he lowered his head, his hands reaching behind his head before opening the silk blindfold cloth with soft fibers with a special golden color seal mark of the sect, from his eyes.
After removing the black piece of cloth, which had been incarnated with spiritual formation in it, Ming Ping looked at the sky one more time before sitting on the chair in the courtyard. Although even after removing his blindfold, his eyes did open, he can still look around the world without opening his eyes. It was because of the Legendary technique of Scra Golden Eagle Vision Seeker. Which he had learnt from the Heavenly Realm grandmasters before falling to this mortal world in his past life, which grants him the ability to look around, it only helped him to see for a few moments before nearly consuming all the energy within Ming Ping.
To use this Golden Eagle Vision for a permanent cure of his blindness, he needs a vast and unimaginable source of Qi, which is nearly impossible to get.
"The sky looks so mesmerizing with many Spiritual beasts and cultivators flying high with there flying objects, but it's a pity that I can't even open my eyes to fully praise its beauty. But the truth is, I never in my life thought that. I would despire something I didn't even put an eye to." Ming Ping thought with a calm face. Although he was feeling sad, his face remained unchanged like he was looking at the void cold and without emotion.
The courtyard was filled with dense immortal QI, like a forest filled with dense fog, which helped him a little to look at the sky just a few moments ago. Because of the many Spiritual formations in the courtyard. Ming Ping faced the spiritual pond in front of him; while not thinking about this matter any further, he moved forward from the chair next to him and sat on the stone near of the pond without anyone's help or using the same technique due to his regular practice of diligently trying to move in the mansion on the mountain peak of sect leader's wife aka his own mother. He started to form a special mudra ( gesture ) with his hands and started to accumulate Qi from the surroundings. This house was specially build by Ming's mother for him in this mountain.
Being born in this cultivation world, cultivation is naturally the most important thing about anyone. Most of the people cultivates because they want to achieve immortality, to gain power and influence in the region or for money or respect or for worldly pleasure but Ming Ping was surprised a little at first when he learned about the spiritual fruits, wine, pills, Talisman and beast because he had no wish to again presue immortality after that greatest downfall of his life that making him struggle in this mortal world with immortal people presueing eternal life, his wish, heart and ambitious personality had already shattered. People in this world can use these things to prolong their lives at another level without getting old or dying of old age and even can become immortal relying on these things.
"What, if they can become immortal with these things, then why do they need to cultivate..? " Little Ming Ping asked this question to a figure in front of him with desiged clothes with purple-red strips around the hourglass figure, her hair was flowing in the direction of wind, with a smile her face was like a immortal fairy but unfortunately this place wasn't a heavenly realm; it was Ming Ping's mother, Ming Jun. She was teaching about immortals and immortality to little Ming Ping.
"Oh, that's because even if they can prolong their life by several folds little Ping. But they can't avoid any trouble or unexpected situation where death is certainly confirmed, and what if they get into a life-and-death situation? You always need the power to avoid problems and life and death problems. Yes, one can relay on the other things to be powerful but without one's own strength. These powers will make one a dragon made of fog they do appear strong and powerful but at the end when someone mess with them because they aren't real dargon they would get destroyed.That's why ..." Ming Jun's beautiful face showed a pleased expression as her lips curled up in a mesmerizing smile. Her pure black midnight hair fell behind her, moved by the wind. She was looking like an absolute fairy of an immortal world. After all, she is the wife of the sect master.
"Oh, but mother, if we don't cause any trouble and remain low-key. " Ming Ping asked again as the thought blurred, and Ming Ping came back to the present as he heard the footsteps of someone coming to the courtyard. He pushed his nostalgic thoughts out of his mind and stopped cultivating.
Soon, the door of the courtyard pushed open as a beautiful and graceful lady with skin tight clothes, coupled with elegance, walked towards him. Her bare feet were merely making any noise, like a cat walking without noise, but Ming Ping could still feel her presence. Because, her aura was deliberately making him alarmed due to her own wish, to let him know she was coming, since he can't see anything or know anything if only one hide there aura they can be invisible to this blind Immortal.
As she reached behind, only a few meters away from him, Ming Ping immediately turned his head and greeted her with the utmost respect.
"Greetings mother.."
Ming Jun looked at him and hummed in a low and cold tone. She was wearing purple-white Ancient Clothing with beautiful design. It was showcasing her perfect figure. Although Ming Jun replied to Ming Ping, he could feel the coldness and anger hidden beneath in her elegant face of nonchalant look. So, Ming Ping smiled a little to lighten the mood of the person before him.
"What happened mother? Did your son do anything that makes you angry..?"
Ming Jun stared directly at her son's calm face with narrowed eyes, with his eyes still closed. Ming Jun's eyes evaluated Ming Ping's cultivation progress even though he was using that secret technique he had gotten from her to hid his presence from others but it was literally having no effect in front of her due to the massive difference in there powers level, witnessing the positive progress of her son's cultivation her cold demeanour became weak as she replied.
"Angry..? Yes, I am angry with you Little Ping.." She said with an emotionless face like she was very angry with him.
"Oh .. then please enlighten me, Mother. About what I have done in past to make mother angry..." Ming Ping talked with respect as he thought of her as a good person to deserve his respect because what she had done for him. He didn't know others opinion about his mother, neither he cares because in his eyes it was great other doesn't matter.
"You .." Ming Jun was to say something out of impulse as she again remembered about the reason for her arrival, but before anything came out of her mother, she halted and took a deep breath before saying. "You are well known about the upcoming ceremony, right.? Which will gonna be held next two years later... Huh.?"
"Oh, you mean the next event of establishing the holy son of the XuanYu sect." Ming Ping replied with a thoughtful expression. "Well, I guess. "
"Hmm ...so I want to know, why are you not taking that position of the holy son of our XuanYu sect..? You are our only son and true heir of that, and you are just rejecting that position; now, your father will going to put that boy, Fang Chen or someone else, in that position." Ming Jun asked with a calm but still fierce expression. Before Ming Ping could reply, she continued.
"Do you know how important this position of a holy son is to a sect? This position is only second to the sect master; if one day the sect master retires from his position, the holy son will take over the position of the sect master. And you are just letting it go like that. Do you even know what others will think about it..? And what loss of reputation and others thing, I would face. I have done, everything I can since you were born even fought your father just to show him what you can do, I am not here to deal with this pathetic decision of yours." Ming Jun said as her inner intense desire or reputation and respect was too prominent within her to think anything else, she looked at him intensely with a warning disguised. Her anger was growing with as she thought about this matter.
After she said this, Ming Ping finally said."I am sorry, mother. But shouldn't a holy son be the strongest among the young generation, with many good qualities and most importantly, who can take over the responsibility of the sect..? As for me, mother, what qualifications do I have neither..? I am not the strongest nor the most capable of taking responsibility for the sect. As for others, don't you think, Mother. If I become the Holy Son of our sect instead of Fang Chen or someone deserve that..? People will criticize you and Father for showing favouritism and not choosing the right candidates. " Ming Ping explained with rational words just as he said it. Ming Jun's eyebrows frown as she her aura flared out of her body immediately covering the surroundings with dense, thick spiritual pressure which decent on the things covering within the range.
As her coldness filled voice with self ambition for herself, while Ming Ping felt a sudden force on his shoulder as it was making him unable to breath properly. Thanks to heaven, Ming Jun wasn't using much of her power. "What qualification do you have, You ASKED..?" Ming Jun asked in loud voice, "You are my one and only son, that's a qualification you need and you have. As for others, I don't give a fuck about them. I want to see if anyone has a problem with my decision.
Ming Jun cleared her stand on this matter as she tried to calm herself down, not wanting to scold Ming Ping much. Just as she cleared herself, Ming Ping wanted to say something, but Ming Jun immediately said, cutting his words in mind.
' I don't care what you think if I didn't see you at the position of Holy Son at the next event. Don't ever come to me and call me mother. ' With these words, she left the courtyard, not even giving chance to Ming Ping to say bye.
Ming Ping felt her presence was fading
' Seems like mother is very angry this time. '
He thought while smiling bitterly.
Meanwhile..in the cave in the seduled corner of the main sect mountain.
Inside the cave..Ming Jun was sitting on the stone bed in a meditation position. She was cultivating as she recalled what she said to Ming Ping.
'Did I say too much harsh words to Little Ping..' She thought, but her appearance remained unchanged, like an emotionless doll. But suddenly she snorted and thought.
' What did I say wrong..? If he can't do this much for me... wouldn't it be good if I made Fang Chen my son? Since Ping thinks Fan Chen is more responsible..'