Chapter 309: Life as a reclusive immortal

Chapter 309: Life as a reclusive immortal

The young man was surprised by the sudden voice in his head, and when he finally understood it was in his head because his sister or mother didn’t seem to hear anything, he was instantly frightened.

But he wanted to be sure, so he asked his sister,

"Yuna, did you hear anything strange right now?"

The little girl looked at him with confusion,

"What kind of sound, brother? I didn’t hear anything. Maybe I was too distracted."

"Oh. Can you feed these fruits to mom? And after that, you eat too. I have something to do."

His mother, who was seriously ill and could barely open her eyes, looked at her son’s retreating figure.

She was worried for him but couldn’t even say a single word because of her lack of energy.

The boy came out of his house and started thinking.

Earlier, he saw a weird house and wall in the middle of the forest.

He hadn’t seen it before. And just now, some mysterious person asked him to go to the forest if he wanted to change his destiny. Were these two connected?

Ethan was looking at the young man and smiled,

"He is smart. That’s good."

Soon the boy made a connection between the two and went to the forest again.

It was relatively safe in the outer region of the forest, so he didn’t have to be worried about monsters during the daytime.

He arrived in front of Ethan’s house gate and was about to knock.

But the gate opened before he could knock.

"You have made the right decision to come here. Since you have offered me a share of your food, I’ll give you something in return."

The same voice sounded again, but this time it was not inside his head but from inside the house.

"Sir, I don’t want anything in return for something I gave willingly. You don’t have to do anything. But can you tell me how I heard your voice in my head earlier?"

Ethan was surprised. The boy was very little but had already developed an outstanding personality.

"I am a cultivator. I can communicate with anyone I want from anywhere in the world," Ethan replied calmly.

The boy’s eyes were wide open. He had heard this term from the village elder, who said there were powerful beings out there who could destroy mountains with ease. He thought it was just some fairy tale made by the elder to entertain the children of the village.

But now someone was claiming that he was such a person and could communicate with others from anywhere in the world.

"You have 1 minute to decide."

The boy heard the voice again. He was not a fool. He knew if the chance went by, he wouldn’t get another chance again.

"Sir cultivator, I don’t want anything for me. Do you have something or know something that can heal my mother?"

The boy knelt down on the ground.

Ethan smiled. He liked filial piety. He was also a person who loved his family dearly. This boy had a good character.

"I can heal your mother. But you have to promise one thing, that you will never abandon your parents or harm them for anything. If you do, I’ll destroy your soul."

Ethan had only one motto: be a good man.

And to him, a good man was someone who never abandoned his family or friends in any situation.

The boy was surprised to hear the condition. It was too easy for him, as he already loved his family very much.

"I agree, sir. I have no problem with this. Please save my mother. Ron will be eternally indebted to you."

"Very well then. Your wish shall be granted," Ethan replied softly.

With a wave of his hand, Ron was teleported in front of his house.

Ron was still waiting for Ethan’s reply eagerly, but as soon as he heard this, he felt the world become blurry for an instant, and he was in front of his house.

Instantly Ron fell on the ground again and looked toward the forest.

"Sorry for my earlier rudeness, please forgive me, god."

He thought the cultivator was surely a god, or else how could you explain such a phenomenon like this?

But this time he didn’t hear anything from Ethan. Ron then remembered his mother.

So he ran inside his room and saw his mother sitting on the bed and crying her heart out while embracing his little sister.

Ron couldn’t hold his tears either. He started crying loudly and ran toward his mother, hugging her tightly.

After an emotional moment, Ron finally let her go.

"Mother, how are you feeling now?" Ron asked enthusiastically.

"I don’t know how, son, but I felt a gentle warmth enter my body, and all my illness was gone after that. I am feeling more alive than ever. Even in my prime, I was not as healthy," his mother replied cheerfully.

Ron heaved a sigh of relief. But he didn’t know that such acts of saving a loved one’s life by a demon or a cultivator could form a tremendous amount of karma.

And he also formed this karma with Ethan too. If he ever broke his oath, Ethan would instantly know through this line of karma and could crush his soul from anywhere.

But Ron was a mortal. It didn’t mean anything to him as long as his mother was cured.

Ron’s little sister fell asleep. She was only 5 years old but had been constantly under pressure from her mother’s illness.

Now that she was cured, Yuna felt all that pressure relieved instantly, and she fell asleep.

"Mother, I have something important to tell you. It is..."

As soon as he tried to tell his mother about the cultivator he met, his words got stuck in his mouth.

His mother looked at him with confusion.

"What is it, son?"

Ron tried a few times. He could tell everything, but he couldn’t say anything about the incident.

He finally understood that god was watching his every action and didn’t want him to tell anyone about this.

"It is nothing, mom. You and Yuna don’t have to worry anymore. I’ll make sure you live a good life."

He had already decided in his mind that even if he had to grovel in front of the house, he would become his disciple and learn how to become a cultivator. He was completely infatuated with the power he had witnessed today.

"I always believed in you, son. But don’t take too much pressure. I am fully healed right now, and I’ll be able to do many things on my own," his mother smiled.

Ron just smiled and went outside. He would go to the forest now.

What Ron didn’t know was that someone else was also approaching their destiny and would soon collide with him.

He arrived in front of the house and started kowtowing,

"Please sir, teach me how I can become a cultivator."

"You have to finish a task first. If you can fulfill it, I’ll teach you."

Ron’s eyes lit up instantly.

"What would I have to do, sir? I am willing to do everything."

"Practice this sword technique. If you can master the first level in a month, I’ll make your wish come true."

Ethan gave him the first level of the Extinction Sword Technique, light version.

Ron instantly felt a sword technique engraved in his mind, and he happily went to practice it after saying goodbye.

After Ron left, Ethan suddenly looked toward the west side of the forest.

A little demoness was running for her life, and five elven cultivators were chasing her.

Demonesses were great tonics for male cultivators, as one could use them as furnaces to absorb their bloodline and cultivation base.

So the little one was in real danger right now.

"Let’s see if our destiny is connected or not. If you can reach my gate before they catch you, I’ll help you," Ethan muttered.

He was having too much fun right now. And it didn’t take long for the little demoness to arrive in front of the house.

She was surprised to see a house in the middle of the forest.

So she ran toward the gate madly. She was hoping to get some help.

"Can you help me? I promise my father will repay you definitely. I am the princess of the Empire of Geymar. Please help me."

She started crying.

Ethan sighed. This little demoness was really lucky.

Ethan waved his hand, and the girl vanished from the gate.

The five elven cultivators were baffled by the scene.

They knew someone powerful might be living there.

"Fellow cultivator, please hand over that demoness. We will be grateful to you. She is the target of the Varien Empire."

But they received no response from inside.

So they became a little agitated. They knew someone powerful was there, but they were not weak either.