Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Chen Yunhao sneered, said nothing more, gently put down the jade token in his hand, turned around and went to another stall.

"Little brother, wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll give it to you..."

Chen Yunhao chuckled. He learned this trick from his father and it always worked.

Throwing down a piece of silver worth five taels, Chen Yunhao picked up the jade token in one hand and the ancient mirror in the other, turned around and left. He had been missing home for a long time.

As he walked, he stuffed the jade token and the ancient mirror into his arms, actually to avoid being seen, and put them into the storage bag.

On this continent, ordinary mortals know that there is a special group of people called immortal cultivators, but immortal cultivators will not easily display their magical powers in mortal cities. This is an agreement passed down since ancient times.

Now Chen Yunhao is anxious to go home to visit his parents, and he will study the ancient mirror slowly when he has time.

It was about twenty or thirty miles from the North City to the South City, and Chen Yunhao hurried along, taking two steps at a time.

Looking at the increasingly familiar streets, Chen Yunhao's expression began to become complicated.

I feel excited but also homesick. It's very complicated.

The area where Chen Yunhao's family lives is actually a civilian area. It is neither rich nor poor.

Because Chen Yunhao's father was an educated man, he worked as an accountant in a trading company and had a decent income.

As soon as he turned from the main road into the alley in front of his home, the scene before him was like a bolt from the blue.

"This, this..., how could this happen!?"

In the small alley where Chen Yunhao lives, there are more than a dozen households in a row.

But what caught his eyes at this moment was a pile of rubble like ruins.

More than a dozen households in the entire alley have disappeared, leaving only charred wooden beams and blackened rubble.

Chen Yunhao took two quick steps and found the approximate location of his home based on his memory.

His house is the fourth one in the alley, close to the main road, so it is easy to find.

Seeing the ruins, Chen Yunhao, after all, was still a young man at heart. He was at a loss for a moment, his eyes were dull, and he kept muttering to himself.

“How could this happen? How could this happen…!”

Not to mention the mentality of a teenager, even a weathered adult would be confused if he suddenly saw that his home was gone.

Chen Yunhao was a cultivator after all. After a while, he shook his body, ran out of the alley in a hurry, and randomly grabbed a passerby.

"Big Brother, what on earth happened in Ping'an Lane? Why did it become a ruin?"

The middle-aged passerby who was pulled by Chen Yunhao glanced at Ping'an Lane and shook his head with a sigh.

"Two years ago, Ping'an Lane was flooded, and more than a dozen houses were burned down. It's a pity that the dozens of people inside never got out..."

When Chen Yunhao heard this, he became even more confused. His mind went blank and his eyes were empty as if he had lost his mind.

"Gone, gone, all gone..."

Chen Yunhao was like a walking corpse at this moment, and somehow he returned to the ruins of his own courtyard.

At this moment, his heart was broken. He left home when he was young and returned when he was old, but he didn't expect that the situation would be like this when he returned.

After a long while, a cry of pain came out of Chen Yunhao's mouth.

Chen Yunhao fell to the ground and burst into tears. Even though he was already a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, he was still a teenager, born to a father and mother. How could he not be heartbroken!

I don’t know how long I cried, but Chen Yunhao seemed to remember something. Without bothering to wipe the tears from his face, he jumped up and ran south.

Although this incident made Chen Yunhao lose his mind, he did not forget his identity as a cultivator. He did not dare to use his magical powers in this mortal city, and ran to Ziyi Lane relying on his own legs.

Chen Yunhao's eldest sister's home is in Ziyi Lane, and he must find out what caused his family to be broken up.

My brother-in-law's family is also an ordinary family in this state capital, and their financial situation is similar to mine.

Looking at the familiar gate, Chen Yunhao hesitated.

A lot of things will happen in eight years. Is my eldest sister's family safe and sound? Have they moved away from here?

He was afraid that after knocking on the door, a stranger would come out.

Chen Yunhao hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and knocked on the door gently.

There was a sound of a bolt rattling from behind the door, and a boy of eight or nine years old stuck his head out.

Chen Yunhao also lost his mind and was in a daze. Under normal circumstances, he only needed to release his spiritual sense and take a look to know whether his elder sister was in the courtyard.

Although the spiritual awareness of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage is not that strong, it is still possible within a range of more than ten feet.

When Chen Yunhao left home, his eldest sister had just given birth to a child, and he had the opportunity to hug his nephew.

Seeing that this young man looked about 60% like his brother-in-law, Chen Yunhao's nervous heart finally relaxed a little.

"Chong'er, is your mother home?"

The boy raised his head and looked at Chen Yunhao with a wary look.

"How do you know my nickname? Who are you?"

Looking at the smart little nephew in front of me, the sadness in my heart was diluted a little.

Chen Yunhao smiled faintly: "I remember the day after you were born, when I clumsily held you for the first time. You squirmed like a worm in my arms, so your mother and I suggested that you be nicknamed Chong'er..."

"You are my uncle. I hear my mother talk about you often..."

Chong'er's eyes widened as he looked at his uncle, of whom he had no impression, with a look of surprise.

Time flies. I remember that when Chen Yunhao was playing at the entrance of Ping'an Alley, he was spotted by a passing drunk Taoist who insisted on taking him as his apprentice.

Judging from Chen Yunhao's talent, he is a natural-born immortal cultivator. Not to mention the Drunken Taoist, any sect would want to accept him as a disciple.

At first, Chen Yunhao's parents thought that the Drunken Taoist was a charlatan, so how could they take their son away just because of a few words from him?

In the end, the Drunken Taoist had no choice but to reveal some of his methods of cultivating immortals in front of mortals. He bluntly said that Chen Yunhao had spiritual roots, and if he did not cultivate immortals, it would be like a pearl covered in dust, which would be a pity.

After seeing the real magic skills of the immortals, Chen Yunhao's parents agreed to let the drunk Taoist take Chen Yunhao back to the mountain gate. Eight years have passed in a flash, and the baby has grown into a boy.

Chen Yunhao's thoughts drifted away for a moment, and the next moment he was grabbed by his sleeve by his nephew Chong'er and pulled into the courtyard.

The courtyard still retains its original appearance, just as he remembered it when he left.

"Mother, come out quickly, my uncle is back..."

Chong'er shouted and ran hurriedly to the main house.

The next moment, there was a clanging sound in the house, and a figure stumbled out of the house.

"Sister..."

Chen Yunhao's eyes turned red and he almost couldn't help crying again.

“Little brother…”

Looking at her younger brother who had grown up, the elder sister was a woman after all, and she couldn't suppress her emotions, so she hugged Chen Yunhao and cried loudly.