Xianxia: Establishing an Immortal Clan Through Simulation (Patreon)

Chapter 19: The Power of a Master

A sixteen-year-old in the Prenatal Realm.

If this news were to spread among the major powers in Qingfeng City, it would undoubtedly leave them stunned. Even the Lin family experts in the distant Qingzhou City would be compelled to actively reintegrate this unacknowledged branch into the main family.

After all, even among the heirs of top-tier powers, some of whom had Celestial Realm experts as mentors and an abundance of resources, not everyone could reach the Prenatal Realm at such a young age.

And Lin Zichen?

He was merely the young master of a third-rate power.

The resource gap between the two was astronomical. If this news reached those top-tier powers, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation, even shaking the royal family to its core.

“Young Master, the clan leader asks you to come over once you finish cultivating.”

As Lin Zichen’s thoughts were racing, a voice echoed through a special communication method, delivered by a guard outside.

Lin Zichen was no longer surprised by such things.

Although the Tianwu Continent hadn’t developed technology, many aspects—such as communication methods—were not inferior to those in his previous life. In some areas, they were even more advanced.

After all, the heritage of the Tianwu Continent spanned far beyond what most people could imagine. The Qianyuan Country alone had existed for nearly ten thousand years. Before it, several other nations ruled this land, each with an even longer lineage. The vast history of the entire Tianwu Continent was beyond comprehension.

Time didn’t necessarily equate to power and depth. However, truly powerful nations and civilizations always carried a rich history and a vibrant culture.

“My father calling me over now must be because Great-grandfather and Second Great-grandfather have broken through to the Master Realm and want to see me!”

“In the simulations, it took Great-Grandfather and the others over two months to break through to the Master Realm. Now, that time has been halved. I wonder how many spirit stones I’ll be rewarded with?”

Lin Zichen was in desperate need of spirit stones, especially after breaking into the Prenatal Realm.

With his talent, his daily cultivation alone required twenty lower-grade spirit stones per month—over three times the amount consumed by the average Prenatal Realm cultivator. Of course, this high consumption also allowed him to progress at a speed that surpassed ordinary understanding.

For ordinary Prenatal Realm martial artists, it might take three to five years to advance a single stage. For Lin Zichen, half a year—or even less—was enough.

There was no choice. Lin Zichen’s Prenatal talent was already exceptional, second only to those born as Heaven’s Chosen.

But with the simulation rewards boosting his cultivation speed threefold, his talent might even surpass the so-called Heaven’s Chosen.

Thinking about this, Lin Zichen could no longer sit still. He turned and left the cultivation chamber, activating his movement technique as he made his way to his father’s residence.

“Brother, Father and Mother, Brother’s here!”

As Lin Zichen stepped into the courtyard, a little girl in a white princess dress playing with a mechanical bird toy suddenly exclaimed in delight. She abandoned her toy and ran toward him on her short, chubby legs.

“Careful!”

Seeing the little one stumbling as she ran, Lin Zichen’s face softened with a trace of affection. He quickly took a few steps forward and scooped her into his arms.

“Brother, you haven’t come to see Lianlian for so long!”

The little girl clung to his neck, pouting in discontent. Her expression made Lin Zichen chuckle as he gently patted her head.

“Alright, Brother will visit Lianlian often from now on, okay?”

“Okay! But Brother has to promise not to break his word!”

The little girl’s name was Lin Lian. She was only six years old, his younger sister from the same parents.

As a transmigrator, Lin Zichen had been reborn in this world. Since he awakened memories of his previous life from birth, he had little interest in the usual childhood antics. From an early age, his solitary demeanor made him appear distant to others.

Although the Lin family was relatively united, competition among its members was inevitable. If not for Lin Zichen’s memories of his previous life, mature mindset, and exceptional cultivation aptitude—which kept his strength consistently ahead of his peers—it’s unlikely the family elders would have allowed him such independence.

This dynamic changed with the arrival of Lin Lian.

Imagine a soft, adorable little girl clinging to your leg, calling you “Brother” in a sweet, babyish voice. Even if Lin Zichen had been a high-and-mighty twenty- or thirty-something in his past life—or even a forty-year-old middle-aged man—there’s no way he could maintain his aloofness around such a charming little one.

Perhaps it was from that moment that Lin Zichen truly began integrating into this world. The emotional distance he had felt toward the Lin family melted away completely.

“Chen’er.”

As Lin Zichen played with little Lin Lian, a gentle voice called out to him.

“Mother.”

Seeing the kind figure not far away, Lin Zichen smiled and walked over, still carrying Lin Lian in his arms.

At the same time, his father, Lin Shoucheng, emerged from the house.

After the family of four chatted casually for a while, Lin Zichen handed the pouting Lin Lian to his mother, promising to take her to the market in a few days. Then, he followed his father to the secluded area in the back mountain where his great-grandfather and second great-grandfather usually cultivated in isolation.

“Grandfather, Second Grandfather, Shoucheng and Chen’er request an audience.”

“Come in.”

As soon as the voice finished, a previously invisible winding path revealed itself on the ground, leading deeper into the forest.

Without hesitation, Lin Shoucheng led Lin Zichen onto the path.

After walking several dozen steps, they were greeted by a verdant bamboo forest. At its center lay a serene pond filled with blooming lotuses, surrounded by a few bamboo huts. A small vegetable garden near the huts was dotted with various modified fruits.

Perhaps due to the denser spiritual energy in this area, Lin Zichen immediately felt more refreshed upon entering.

Swish! Swish!

With the sound of air splitting, two figures appeared like phantoms before Lin Zichen: Lin Siyu, Lin Zichen Great-Grandfather, and Lin Sihong, Lin Zichen second Great-Grandfather.

Even though Lin Zichen had already broken into the Prenatal Realm, all he saw was a blur before the two figures materialized beside him.

‘The gap between the Prenatal Realm and the Master Realm is this vast?’

Lin Zichen’s pupils contracted, and a trace of shock appeared in his eyes.

However, he quickly regained his composure.

Having just stepped into the first stage of the Prenatal Realm, it was only natural that there would be such a disparity between him and those in the Master Realm.

It was the first time he had witnessed a Master’s capabilities up close. Instinctively comparing himself to them had led to his initial surprise.

But Lin Zichen remained confident. It wouldn’t be long before he possessed—perhaps even surpassed—the power he had just witnessed.