It was only after my death that I awakened my golden finger.

Transmigrator Ethan Brooks tricked a wife and established a [cultivation family]. After death, he became the heroic spirit ancestor, absorbing purple qi and transforming it into fortune to protect the family, supporting his descendants to grow strong and prosperous.

From then on, his strength carried the family forward.

When a certain descendant was about to duel, this old ancestor bestowed a few strands of purple qi—go seize treasures, gain enlightenment, and achieve victory.

When a certain descendant and his wife were newlyweds, this old ancestor bestowed a few strands of purple qi—work hard, and ten months later, the descendant was surprised: my son actually has a heavenly spiritual root.

When a certain descendant joined a sect, this old ancestor bestowed a few strands of purple qi to help him rise swiftly and become sect master as soon as possible.

A certain descendant got involved in a deadly ancient ruin...

A certain descendant lacked a Nascent Soul stage cultivation method...

A certain descendant was about to ascend to the Spirit Realm...

Chapter 1: My Life, Ethan Brooks, Was Like Walking on Thin Ice

Great Wu Kingdom.

Hedong Commandery, Cangyi Mountain.

This mountain is tall and steep, its peaks like divine weapons pointing straight at the sky.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a platform flattened by mysterious forces, its green stones shining like jade—people call it "Green Jade Cliff."

And atop this Green Jade Cliff stands the main residence of the illustrious cultivation family of Hedong Commandery—the Cangyi The Brooks Family.

This residence was built upon a natural spiritual vein; the complex is grand and imposing, as if connected to heaven and earth, shrouded in clouds and mist, adding an air of mystery and majesty.

Inside the family head's residence—[Xuanmo Pavilion].

An old man, hair and beard all white, face withered and gaunt, sat cross-legged on a meditation mat.

Scenes from his life flashed through his mind like fleeting shadows.

"I, Ethan Brooks, have lived my life as if walking on thin ice."

"At eighteen, carrying a crystal bead said to be a [Fortune-Turning Pearl], I transmigrated to this world, similar to ancient China."

"I hustled for two years to earn some starting capital, just about to roll up my sleeves and make a big move. By chance, I learned that immortality truly existed in this world, so I resolutely set out to seek the Dao."

"After much effort, I finally joined the cultivation sect [Yunyang Sect] at twenty-five, becoming an outer disciple. But with [Four Spiritual Roots], my cultivation aptitude was mediocre, and I was far too old—my path to immortality was extremely difficult."

"Fortunately, as a transmigrator, my horizons were broader and my thinking more flexible. Relying on various clever means, perseverance, and a bit of luck, I finally reached Foundation Establishment at seventy-three."

"At ninety, knowing I had no hope of forming a core in this life, I married a beautiful and kind junior sister. From then on, I started a family and established my own cultivation clan."

"At one hundred and twenty-three, I moved my family to Green Jade Cliff on Cangyi Mountain and began building the family estate."

"At one hundred and sixty-three, I broke through to late Foundation Establishment, surpassing my peers and bringing prosperity to the family."

"At one hundred and seventy-six, my wife passed away of old age, but I did not remarry."

"At one hundred and ninety-seven, I..."

Suddenly, the old man on the mat closed his eyes, his head drooped, all vitality gone, breath ceased.

He was dead.

"Father!"

A man kneeling below the mat instantly turned pale, crying out in grief.

Behind him, voices rang out from left and right.

"Grandfather!" "Great-grandfather!" "Ancestor!"

In an instant, wails of grief filled Xuanmo Pavilion, cries rising and falling.

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Green Jade Cliff, at the foot of the mountain.

A winding path to the heavens led straight into the clouds.

Along the way, the mountain streams and forests were lush and verdant, brooks babbled, rare flowers and exotic birds and beasts could be seen everywhere.

On this perilous mountain path, a group of people in strange attire were displaying their various abilities, hurrying toward the The Brooks Family main residence.

Among them, a young man gathered his qi and leapt—each jump like a great bird spreading its wings, soaring seven or eight zhang at a time, more agile than the wild apes in the ravines.

Elsewhere, an old woman leaning on a cane held a little girl's hand. Her steps seemed casual, but each stride covered ten zhang in an instant, as if shrinking the ground beneath her feet.

There was also a young girl kneeling on a kite-like paper bird, skillfully controlling it as it flapped its wings, spiraling up the mountain path.

As the group was about to reach the The Brooks Family main residence, they all suddenly stopped, carefully tidied their appearance, and only then, with expressions of deep mourning, walked toward the mountain gate.