Talisman Reincarnation - All My Clones Are Dao Ancestors-Chapter 58: The Fear of Old Age

The man took out three bags from the side, presenting them to Fu Xian.

"This is the disciple fee and investment into master Fu!" the senior decided to call Fu Xian according to creation master traditions.

Without hesitation, Fu Xian took the three bags into his arms. He didn’t look into them, but drank another cup of tea with the man.

Time passed and he asked "Senior, do you wish to say goodbye to Ye Long before leaving?"

The man considered it for a moment before shaking his head "No. My son, he might be shy and introverted, but he’s strong. After seeing his intent, I can even say he is somewhat brave and bold.

This time we are only separated by a few streets. He can visit me anytime. But if I were to cling to it and say goodbye now, then in the future, saying so will be more difficult. It’s better if he learns to separate himself early on."

Fu Xian nodded and stood up, gesturing the man to follow.

He said a few more polite words before sending him out.

Although he could understand the idea of this man, to be honest, he didn’t know whether it was the right move.

Separating with a farewell might be better, and without one, it might also be better.

Just as he turned around, he saw his new disciple Ye Long.

He was still holding the talisman, now with another scroll in his hand. Looking into the direction of the entrance, he seemed entranced.

Fu Xian walked over and bowed down slightly, hugging the boy "It’s fine."

Ye Long’s defense seemed broken as he suddenly cried, tears falling onto Fu Xian’s robe.

Hugging him tighter, Fu Xian patted his back and allowed him to cry as long as he wished.

When his eyes were fully red and he seemed to fall down, Fu Xian raised him and carried him in his arms.

"Little boy, alas, this is truly a difficult moment.

But, do you want me to tell you something?"

The boy was barely yet awake, but he still listened. His master seemed a bit carefree, he wanted to learn how to be like this too.

"Most cultivators face the challenge of their parents death at an early age.

Mortals who become cultivators leave their family. Maybe they return after years of arduous cultivation, only to see their parents dead. Maybe they return right away, only to feel a deep chasm between mortals and cultivators.

I, too, lost two parents.

Mortals only live for a certain amount of time. Old age is the curse that plagues not only them but us cultivators too.

When I chose my cultivation art, I chose one that extended my lifespan just so I could live longer.

I hoped that if I ever were to have children that they wouldn’t have to suffer through the pain of losing me.

But as I grew older, I realised something.

I didn’t know whether I would be ready to see my own children pass away before me.

You and your parents are lucky!

They have at least five hundred more years to live on. You will see them and be with them for a long time to come.

But what about them?

They worried that you might not even live as long as them, which is why they send you to me.

For them, making you advance to the second stage may be easy. But the third stage? That would be difficult.

The hearts of people can only be generous to a certain extent. Your uncle might be able to force it, but he too will take disciples or already has.

How could he be more generous to his nephew than to his own disciple? 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

So many things to consider, do you understand?

Your parents sent you away, not because they don’t love you anymore, but because they love you so much that they don’t want to lose you.

One day, maybe in the far future, it will be you who has to bid farewell to them.

Remember, to be able to do so, you will have to cultivate diligently."

While Fu Xian was talking, Ye Long, the listener, slowly fell asleep.

After hearing the last word, he muttered to himself ’I must cultivate. Cultivate so I can take care of my parents in old age...’

Then he added one more thing ’and also take care of master...’

Hearing this, Fu Xian was suddenly taken aback.

He had just taken this disciple, but he instantly felt warmth in his heart.

’Is this what it feels like to have children?’ he asked himself, before shaking the thought.

’No. With children there are many things to come. This, a disciple, may be more suitable for my own path.

But take care of me in my old age?

Haha, little brat, I will make sure to work you hard!

I will at least reach the immortal realm!

Let’s see whether you can take care of me in my old age, or whether I have to take care of you in your old age!’

Suddenly, Fu Xian felt a taste of the senior’s pain.

But he quickly left the reverie.

These matters were things of the future.

Talking about them is like talking about potential and talent.

Who knows what comes out of it?

Rather than thinking of these, he should focus on what he could do to make this little disciple of his reach higher cultivation stages as stable yet also as fast as possible!

He walked down the path to the main pavilion.

Entering it, he walked right to his bedroom.

Next to his bedroom there was a smaller room.

Since his courtyard was built according to a basic blueprint, it contained this side room for servants.

’Fortunately I planned an additional floor in the library when I told sister Ziling about it, else now it would be difficult to talk to her about arranging a disciple room!’

Putting down Ye Long on the small bed, he felt a bit troubled.

This courtyard really wasn’t suited for a disciple...