74: Chapter 74 Farewell

Suddenly, the image of The Mine leaped into his mind.

His heart stirred abruptly, his thoughts drifting toward The Mine.

He secretly speculated that as a place where Spirit Stone were produced, its surroundings might be shrouded in richer Spiritual Qi.

"Someone in The Mine wants my life, but I can go to the edge of The Mine, right? The Spiritual Qi content at the edge of The Mine must be much higher than in the village."

Yun Song muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with contemplation.

"Hehe, there is a Mine Cave at the edge of The Mine; I stayed there for half a year."

"Perhaps if I go back there for a while, I might gain something."

He rubbed his chin, his eyes filled with contemplation and anticipation.

"Right, I'll go to the Mine Cave at the edge of The Mine!"

Thinking this, he leaped down from the old locust tree and hurried back to the medical clinic.

That day, he busied himself in the medical clinic as usual, carefully diagnosing and dispensing medicine for the villagers.

Night fell like a giant piece of black silk, quietly covering the entire village.

Yun Song did not go out to Cultivate as usual; instead, he walked straight toward the busy village chief.

"Old Village Chief, there is something I want to tell you."

Yun Song stood before the Old Village Chief, his expression slightly reserved.

The Old Village Chief asked without turning his head.

"What is it?"

"It is like this, Old Village Chief, I don't know how, but recently I have been able to sense the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth."

Yun Song bowed slightly, his face filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The Old Village Chief frowned, his eyes showing clear skepticism, and he shook his head gently.

"Child, it is not that I don't believe you, but six years ago when you went to the Tianhua Sect to test your Spiritual Root, the results were crystal clear."

"This path of immortality cannot be forced. Could it be that your obsession is too deep, causing you to have hallucinations?"

"No, no, Old Village Chief, I am absolutely certain that I can sense the Spiritual Qi!"

Yun Song waved his hands hurriedly, his tone urgent and firm.

His eyes were filled with unquestionable determination, but for a moment, he did not know how to explain it.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily back to the various events of the past.

There was only one possible reason for a Spiritual Root to suddenly be born within his body.

It had to be traced back to that life-and-death crisis when the Mine Cave collapsed.

He felt his consciousness drift, as if a mass of multicolored mist had drilled into his body.

Later, he managed to obtain the Spirit Guiding Art with great difficulty and tried many times to sense Spiritual Qi, but every time it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, with no results.

Until, after helping the villagers solve the toxic water problem, something even more bizarre happened.

A mysterious white light suddenly, and without warning, drilled into his crown.

He really could not understand how his Spiritual Root came to be.

Was it because of that multicolored mist, or this mysterious white light?

Or perhaps there was some connection between the two that he had not yet fathomed?

His lips moved, and he almost blurted out all the incredible things that happened in the Mine Cave to the Old Village Chief.

But the words reached his lips and were swallowed back down.

After all, it all sounded too bizarre, like a fantasy.

Moreover, whenever he recalled that experience, the danger still made him tremble with fear.

The Old Village Chief had always cared for him deeply; if he heard this, he would probably worry himself sleepless.

Thinking this, Yun Song finally decided to bury this secret deep in his heart.

The Old Village Chief stared intently at Yun Song, carefully examining his expression.

Seeing his burning gaze and earnest words, it really did not seem like he was lying.

His doubts faded a little, and he sighed slightly.

"Alright, alright, child, looking at you like this, I believe you really have a Spiritual Root. So what are your plans for the future?"

"It is just that the Spiritual Qi in our village is too thin, and I have been stuck at the second layer of Cultivation for a long time. I have been unable to achieve a Breakthrough."

"I am thinking that since the Tianhua Sect's The Mine produces Spirit Stone, the Spiritual Qi there must be very abundant, so I want to go there and try to seek an opportunity for a Breakthrough."

The Village Chief frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.

"Child, I know you are obsessed with Cultivating, and I have always seen this persistence."

"That place, The Mine, might be, as you said, much richer in Spiritual Qi than our village."

"Since you have made up your mind, I support you in going to explore it."

"However, you must always put safety first."

"When you are outside, you must be careful about everything."

"If you encounter danger, do not force yourself to hold on; find a way to run back quickly. This village will always be your home, do you understand?"

Hearing these heartwarming words from the Village Chief, Yun Song's eyes turned slightly red.

Filled with gratitude, he bowed deeply to the Village Chief.

He looked at the Village Chief with gratitude, his gaze firm.

"Yes! I will definitely take good care of myself."

"I also hate to leave our village and everyone. When I achieve something, I will definitely come back to do more for the village."

The Village Chief nodded slightly, a gratified smile appearing on his face.

The next day, the night had not yet fully faded, and thick darkness still shrouded the earth like ink.

Yun Song rose early, using the faint starlight.

He gently picked up the slightly old mining hoe and carried the prepared bundle steadily on his shoulders.

He carefully pushed open the door, trying not to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the peace of the entire village.

The moment he stepped out, a cool morning breeze blew toward him.

It carried a hint of chill, but it could not blow away his complex thoughts.

Yun Song really did not want to face the Old Village Chief's parting gaze, which was filled with worry and expectation.

That gaze seemed to have the power of a thousand jin, which would cause ripples in his already firm determination.

He also did not want others in the village to know of his departure.

Because that would mean countless exhortations and concerns, and he was afraid that he would waver in the face of this warmth.

He was like a lonely traveler, quietly embarking on a journey in the darkness before dawn.

His steps were hurried, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings; there was anticipation for the unknown path of Cultivation, and reluctance to leave his familiar homeland and the villagers who were like family.

But more than that, it was the determination to burn his bridges and pursue a Breakthrough.

Just like that, Yun Song's figure gradually merged into the darkness before dawn and walked out of the village.

In fact, the moment Yun Song stepped out the door, the Old Village Chief knew.

He was lying in bed, tossing and turning, his heart constantly worried about the child Yun Song's long journey.

Hearing the slight, almost imperceptible sound of the door opening, the Old Village Chief's heart tightened instantly.

He slowly sat up, using the faint starlight coming through the window.

He stared outside, his eyes filled with worry and concern.

He knew well that this child was dedicated to the Dao, and the outside world was extremely dangerous; no one knew what kind of tribulations he would encounter.

He sighed softly, and the sigh seemed especially heavy in the quiet night.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Yun Song would be safe and smooth on his journey and get what he wished for.

How he wanted to urge Yun Song a few more times as usual.

But he was afraid that his holding back would become a shackle for the child's progress.

He could only mutter silently in his heart: "Child, be careful on the way, I hope you return soon."

The Old Village Chief's eyes were slightly red, and in the darkness, a glimmer of tears flickered.