Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

The two figures flickered and vanished.

A mere Godslaying Poison poses a threat to Qi Refining Third Layer cultivators; but for Nascent Soul cultivators, it’s of no use.

After leaving the city, he adopted a new identity and started a new life.

This time, he took on the role of a doctor.

Opened a pharmacy, dedicated to healing.

Three years later, he changed his identity again, becoming a blacksmith specializing in ironworking.

With the furnace sounding and clanging, the business reopened.

Everything was surprisingly orderly, and ten years later, a new identity was adopted again.

In this way, Lu Xuanji constantly transformed his identity, being a fortune teller, a doctor, a blacksmith, a Beggar Gang Leader, a civil servant, a military general, and even an emperor.

As a fortune teller, he deceived eagerly, but still attracted the schemes of a certain subordinate, eventually escaping; playing a doctor, he had to abandon the disguise three years later due to a poisoning case; playing the Beggar Gang Leader, he faced a siege by the government at the peak of his career;

As a civil servant, he simultaneously bribed higher-ups and actively managed river courses, achieving remarkable results, but on the eve of a promotion, his backer fell, throwing him into prison;

As a military general, he fought valiantly on the battlefield, achieving significant accomplishments, but faced the enemy’s envy, surrounded and hacked to death in chaos;

Becoming an emperor, governing the realm, maintaining national stability and peace, he attracted the counterattack of aristocratic families, ultimately assassinated by Immortal Master one night.

Constantly changing identities, some periods were very short, merely three to five years; some lasted long, spanning decades.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.

Changing identities prioritized experiencing the bustling world, while cultivation steadily advanced.

Eighty years ago, he reached the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul;

Sixty years ago, he connected with the Earth Soul.

By now, he could connect with the Celestial Soul.

But Lu Xuanji still felt the need to be cautious.

Comparatively, Jin Xi remained stuck at Half-Step Divinity Transformation, with certain risks in connecting to the Celestial Soul.

In a flash, Lu Xuanji departed.

The emperor’s robe vanished from his body; he was no longer an emperor.

The phoenix hairpin on Jin Xi’s head disappeared, along with the phoenix robe; she was no longer the empress.

"Xuanji, where are we heading this time!"

Jin Xi asked,

"Returning to myself, becoming a true swordsman!" Lu Xuanji patted the long saber at his waist, saying calmly, "All these years, it’s been a long time since I’ve practiced saber; my saber technique has become somewhat rusty!"

Jin Xi nodded in agreement, "I’ll follow your lead!"

Lu Xuanji, touching his long saber, said leisurely, "I feel my opportunity is near; perhaps within a hundred years, I will be able to break through to Divinity Transformation!"

Jin Xi spoke with envy, "You’re truly a genius; your speed is too fast!"

A hundred years later, he was only approaching thirteen hundred years old.

Breaking through to Divinity Transformation at thirteen hundred is somewhat excessively young.

Lu Xuanji glanced at his Dao Companion; her talents remained outstanding. Perhaps not as good as his, but still excellent in Divinity Transformation, yet now stuck at Half-Step Divinity Transformation, mainly due to issues with her mental realm: "Xi’Er, you are close as well. You just lack confidence in yourself. Often, don’t overthink, just follow your feelings and everything will turn out great!"

Jin Xi nodded approvingly.

Golden light flickered, and the two vanished.

Finally, they settled in a mountain city.

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The mountain city, picturesque and charming, the folk customs are simple and honest.

Entering the mountain city, the bustling and leisurely flowing townspeople emanated ease and contentment.

Lu Xuanji, carrying his long saber, holding Jin Xi’s hand, entered the city, rented a small courtyard, and settled down here.

Sealed all his cultivation, transforming into a mortal, wielding the long saber in sweeping slashes.

Swish, swish!

The long saber changed, Lu Xuanji wielded the saber, the wind roared, like riding a fierce wind in a dance.

Sweep, chop, whip, shave, raid, press, cut, thrust, the eight techniques change.

Simple yet ferocious, differing from sword technique,

Sword technique emphasizes skill changes, emphasizing intriguing variations; saber technique opens wide, sweeping like a flood, surging like waves.

The saber, the courage of all weapons, mainly in slashing, fierce and resolute, breaking skill with power.

Saber technique, emphasizing mighty, massive momentum, wide and sweeping, with few changes but immense power.

Wielding the long saber, often defeating enemies in two or three moves, or falling into a disadvantage, without prolonged combat.

After practicing saber, occasionally engaging in Yin Yang Dual Cultivation with Jin Xi, compensating for his primal inadequacies.

Within Yin Yang Creation, the two enjoyed the bliss of dual cultivation, reveling in it, indescribably delightful.

Woo, woo, woo!

Initially, the edge of the saber fierce and dominating, but gradually the edge changed, seemingly like the wails of ghosts.

The saber grew sharper, lethally improved astoundingly; yet correspondingly, endurance decreased.

Seeing him wield the saber, most children fled in fear.

Only one child watching, though, standing in awe, eyes filled with envy,

"This big brother, accompanied by a beautiful sister, settled here, surely a grand knight..." The child’s eyes flashed with envy, he heard stories from a blind storyteller at a teahouse, tales of knights righting wrongs, slaying corrupt officials, killing wicked villains, winning the hearts of beauties.

The boy listened, filled with envy.

Yet desiring to join a martial school required a hefty sum.

The family’s finances inadequate, unable to enroll in a martial school.

Swish, swish!

Retracting the long saber, Lu Xuanji headed back to the courtyard.

The child approached, "Big brother, are you a knight? I heard, mighty knights can defeat dozens alone, uphold justice!"

Lu Xuanji smiled, "I’m not a knight!"