Ju Family Main Hall
All the elders and clan leaders had gathered in the main hall to discuss the child who had fallen from the sky. They argued quietly about what to do next with the child and watched each other closely, each thinking about their own advantage.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the Ju residence, a girl of about nine years watched the bed where a five-year-old child lay unconscious. It was none other than Xu Mingchen. The room gave a rich, gentle vibe—soft carpets, lacquered furniture, incense still faint in the air. An old man stood guard outside the door, keeping watch.
Suddenly the boy opened his eyes. He looked around the room and immediately felt intense pain throughout his body.
"Ohhh...."
He screamed. The girl who had been staring at him rushed forward and asked, "Are you okay?"
Xu Mingchen looked at her. He thought, What is this place? I remember I am going to die.
Then his gaze shifted to his hand: it was tiny and delicate. He froze for a moment and began to examine himself carefully.
After a few moments, he discovered his body had become that of a five-year-old. But something felt different. He could not sense his cultivation, yet his body constitution had changed. He thought, I can't sense my cultivation but my body constitution changed. It feeling like I have too much physical strength which is abnormal in a 5 years old body.
He asked the girl, "How I am here?"
The girl was shocked for a moment. Then she shouted, "Celestial Child can talk even no one teach him!"
She ran out of the room to tell others this news.
In the meanwhile, Xu Mingchen stood silently, surprised and cautious.
He thought, Heh? Celestial Child? What is it? And why this girl calling me celestial child? I need to find out what going here?
He tried to piece together what had happened in the space tunnel, but his memory was blurred and his head still ached. He did not yet know he had fallen from the sky, caused a huge commotion, and was badly injured. Everyone in Ju City was now discussing him: a child of five had fallen from the sky and yet still lived.
Xu Mingchen tried to get up from his bed, but his body was not in a condition for that. He thought, Huh I need to recover first.
Suddenly a memory flared: he remembered something about a space aura he had felt earlier when a space crack had opened. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to recall the energy. He attempted to meditate on that strange feeling, but made no progress.
Soon some elders and Ju Tianxuan entered the room. This time Ju Tianxuan's wife, Xue Ling, came as well. The woman had a graceful figure and ethereal beauty—she looked like a fairy from the Northern Lotus Sect.
The girl who had brought them here was Xue Ling's daughter. Her name was Ju Ruolan, the only daughter of Ju Tianxuan. From the day Xu Mingchen had been brought to the Ju residence, Ju Ruolan had watched him with curiosity. She had been told that he was the little boy her father had adopted.
An elder stepped forward, pointed at Xu Mingchen's head, and checked his body. The elder said, "Some bones are broked so can't move now."
Ju Tianxuan asked Xu Mingchen, "I heard you can talk. Is it true?"
Xu Mingchen asked, "what is celestial child? Why you guys called me this?"
Ju Tianxuan replied, "You created by the heaven directly and send from the sky?"
Xu Mingchen listened carefully to their words and thought," What this guys taking about? Wait is this was this way? I have to confirm."
He asked, "Is you guys see a space crack in the sky?"
But no one understood why he spoke of a space crack. One of them explained to him what had happened at the time of his appearance: "the sky had darkened, clouds had swirled, and a strange light had descended. They had seen something fall but had not seen the whole event clearly."
Xu Mingchen understood a little. He thought, "Ohh. I understand because of dark cloud they don't clearly see it. But I am sure now I am in small world. This family looking reach so it will better I stay here and not exposed my identity."
An elder asked, "Tell us about you?"
Xu Mingchen put his hand to his head and said, "I am ....it's hurt." He pretended not to know anything.
The elder said, "let him recover. I think he don't know about himself."
Ju Tianxuan then declared that Xu Mingchen would be his adopted child, and from that day his name would be Ju Tianlong. They left the room, telling Xu Mingchen to rest and recover.
Three weeks later, at the Ju residence:
In Ju Tianlong's room, a five-year-old child sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating deeply. A pressure began to spread from his body. The pressure was strong enough to make the wooden walls of the room creak.
Xu Mingchen opened his eyes. He had reached Body Tempering Fourth Stage. He observed his body and tried to sense the surrounding spiritual energy, attempting to gather it into his dantian.
Just one week ago he had recovered fully; now he focused completely on cultivation. He thought, "I need to get my previous strength again and back to Tong Xuan Realm. This time I will surely refine that mysterious pill. Last time almost going to successful but because of the space crack I failed. Cultivation is not easy. A person need to face so many difficulties in his journey. While I am trying to reach a level what is beyond world limit."
Suddenly Xue Ling entered the room. Xu Mingchen rose from his bed and greeted her politely. As he was now the adopted son of Ju Tianxuan, he felt it proper to show respect.
He kept one secret to himself: his actual age far exceeded what they could imagine. If Ju Tianxuan knew the truth, he would be shocked—Xu Mingchen was over seven hundred years old. In this small world, people rarely lived beyond one hundred years unless they reached Immortal Ascension.
But Xu Mingchen had learned to adapt. In his view, none of that mattered outwardly. He understood that survival in this world required patience and sometimes humility. What? Even I have to bow someone or have unvitable strength? If I don't have immortality this thing just for a moment. In this world if something really matter that is eternal life, he thought, reminding himself why he must hide and bide his time.