Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 811: Seeing Xiaobai Again

Lingxu Heavenly Palace, Zixiao Peak.

Many years had passed, and the Lingxu Heavenly Palace seemed to have changed very little from how it looked back then.

“Is this the Lingxu Heavenly Palace’s Zixiao Peak? Rumor has it that this is where the Xuantian Dao Ancestor comprehended the Dao, and countless great figures were born here.”

“It is said that when Lord Dao Ancestor entered the palace back then, the heavenly palace’s bell tolled nine times, and the moment he emerged, he suppressed all the supreme Prodigies of the Immortal Realm.”

A young Cultivator dressed in the robes of a True Disciple spoke eloquently.

“That’s not right, is it?”

A woman in the crowd shook her head in refutation:

“I’ve carefully studied the ancient records. When Lord Dao Ancestor entered the palace, it didn’t actually cause much of a stir. At that time, he was an ascendant from the Spirit World, but his talent had already shown itself, and he was chosen by Immortal Emperor Yunmiao with her discerning eye, which became a famous tale of the era.”

“However, what happened later is indeed similar to what you said. Lord Dao Ancestor cultivated for less than ten thousand years, and upon emerging, he was already invincible.”

“By then, he was already standing at the peak of the Immortal Realm…”

“If you put it that way, he’s even more incredible. Cultivating for only ten thousand years to suppress the Immortal Realm, and later even suppressing Chaos… Throughout countless years, only one such figure has ever emerged.”

As they were talking, a young Cultivator nearby also leaned in and asked curiously,

“Han Yu, I heard you are also surnamed Han, sharing the same surname as that Lord Dao Ancestor. Could your Han Family really have some connection to him?”

The woman who had spoken earlier quickly waved her hands and shook her head repeatedly:

“I wouldn’t dare claim such a lofty connection. However, our Han Family’s distant ancestor indeed had some history with Lord Dao Ancestor. He was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor’s disciple, so we can be considered of the same lineage.”

When Han Yu said this, her tone carried a hint of caution, but deep within her eyes was a sliver of pride that was extremely well-hidden.

“That is still incredible.”

Someone nearby sighed with emotion. “What a figure the Xuantian Dao Ancestor is. His disciples are all supreme powerhouses. If only we could also take the Wuji Dao Ancestor as our master…”

As they were talking, Han Xuanji’s figure walked past the stone steps outside the mountain gate at an unhurried pace. He did not intentionally stop, but his pace slowed slightly compared to before. The disciples did not notice him amidst their laughing and chatting. Only Han Yu, as she turned her head, caught a glimpse of that figure out of the corner of her eye. She froze slightly, feeling that the person looked somewhat familiar.

He seemed… a bit like the legendary Dao Ancestor?

By the time she blinked and looked again, the person had already walked far away.

Han Yu stood in place, staring in the direction where the silhouette had vanished. After pondering for a moment, she shook her head, thinking she must have been mistaken.

How could such a figure possibly appear before the mountain gate of the Lingxu Heavenly Palace?

She withdrew her gaze, turned around, and rejoined the conversation, never looking back again.

Han Xuanji walked up the mountain path at an unhurried pace. The shadows of the mountains on both sides remained as they always had, and the sound of the wind was just as it used to be.

He paused for a moment halfway up the mountain, glancing back at the halls half-hidden in the clouds. Without lingering, his figure vanished from the spot.

The next second.

Han Xuanji’s figure appeared inside the Xuantian Dao Palace, without drawing anyone’s attention. The Restrictions within the Dao Palace were as good as non-existent to him. He didn’t even need to deliberately bypass them; the layers of array patterns parted on their own to clear a path, as if paying their respects to him.

He passed through several halls and arrived at a quiet spot in the back mountain.

A White Tiger Cub was lying on a huge cushion, curled up into a fluffy ball. Its tail was draped over the tip of its nose, and it was fast asleep.

It didn’t look much different from back then. Its size hadn’t grown much, and its fur was still snowy white, though the patterns on its back were clearer than before, with a faint spiritual light flowing through them.

If one didn’t look closely, they might have mistaken it for a white kitten with unique patterns.

Several disciples of the Xuantian Dao Palace were waiting on it nearby, treating it with the utmost respect. None of them were fooled by its soft and cute appearance.

That was the Baiye Immortal Emperor, possessing a revered status that no one dared to offend.

Yet at this moment, it lay there with its tail gently wagging, sleeping with its belly turned up, looking like a completely different person from the majestic Baiye Immortal Emperor of external rumors. Han Xuanji stood at the doorway and watched for a moment, his gaze carrying a hint of helplessness.

“So lazy!”

Han Xuanji did not hide his voice, but his aura was like that of a mortal, so no one had sensed his presence. As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately startled the nearby Dao Palace disciples.

The courtyard instantly fell silent.

The Xuantian Dao Palace disciples waiting nearby didn’t react at first. Once they realized what someone had just said to the Baiye Immortal Emperor, they were all stunned.

This was the Xuantian Dao Palace, the residence of the Baiye Immortal Emperor. Even if other Immortal Emperors came to visit, they had to announce themselves outside the Dao Palace first and wait for the Baiye Immortal Emperor’s response before entering.

This person, however, walked straight to the door and even said, “So lazy.”

That was the Baiye Immortal Emperor!

The disciples looked at one another, temporarily unsure of how to react. Someone wanted to step forward and shout a reprimand, but the moment they looked over, they were instantly struck dumb. The person’s face was unbelievable to them—or rather, they were too shocked to speak.

This commotion naturally caught the attention of the White Tiger Cub on the cushion.

Its ears twitched first, then its eyelids opened slightly to reveal a slit, carrying a trace of displeasure at being disturbed.

It was the Baiye Immortal Emperor; who would dare disturb it?

Wait, this voice sounded somewhat familiar.

When it looked closer, the trace of displeasure froze on its face, replaced by an expression of unbelievable daze. It blinked its eyes to confirm it hadn’t seen wrong, and then its entire body bounced up from the cushion.

The small white figure turned into a streak of light and pounced onto Han Xuanji, its two front paws tightly gripping his lapel. Its tail was tensed straight, and its head was buried in the crook of his shoulder, letting out a sound that was half-whimper, half-coquettish.

It didn’t say much, only repeating in a muffled voice over and over again:

“Master, you’re back… You’re finally back… I’ve waited for so, so long…”

Han Xuanji looked down at the fluffy White Tiger Cub in his arms. Feeling its body trembling slightly, he reached out and gently patted its back, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness mixed with indulgence:

“Alright, how old are you now, and you’re still crying.”

The White Tiger Cub didn’t lift its head, only burying it even deeper, flicking its tail gently in protest. The nearby disciples were completely dumbfounded. They watched the Baiye Immortal Emperor—whom even the various Immortal Emperors usually treated with great respect—now clinging to a strange man’s chest like a lost kitten, its original “Immortal Emperor’s majesty” completely gone.

Someone opened their mouth, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. They could only stand there blankly, as if they were hallucinating. Sensing those gazes, Han Xuanji raised his head, glanced at the disciples, and said in a gentle tone:

“You may all leave. There is no need to wait on us anymore.”

The disciples felt as if they had been granted a great amnesty. They quickly bowed in salute and retreated from the courtyard with hurried steps.

Only after they had walked out of the back mountain did they dare to breathe heavily.

The leader dragged his companion beside him and asked in a lowered voice,

“Who on earth was that man? Why… why did the Baiye Immortal Emperor act like that?”

The person being dragged froze for a long while before murmuring,

“Someone who can make the Baiye Immortal Emperor act like that… who else could it be? Besides, if you can’t even recognize the Ancestral Master, I’m going to doubt you.”

The group fell silent at the same time, exchanging glances. None of them spoke that name aloud, but everyone already had the answer in their hearts.

Countless living beings in the Immortal Realm and even in Chaos would carry a hint of awe whenever they mentioned that name.

The Xuantian Dao Palace naturally mentioned this name countless times, and usually, everyone felt deeply honored by it.

But the thought of this Lord actually appearing right before their eyes made the Dao Hearts of these disciples, who had cultivated for many years, waver slightly.

They kept recalling how they had performed just now.