Thirteen years had passed since the cultivation era began on Earth. It was fascinating to see how much the world had changed since then. I watched from a distance as my disciples guided humanity through the new age of power and enlightenment. They had spread throughout the planet and had created their own sects, schools, and even cults, just as I had instructed them to do.

It was remarkable to see how the Qi energy that had spread throughout the world had affected people. Those who had awakened their talents were now able to perform miraculous things, while others who had been suffering from incurable illnesses suddenly felt better. Even the elderly, who should have died years ago, were now living normally.

As for me, I had watched everything from the sidelines. I had done what I could, and now it was up to my disciples to take the lead. I had already done what I was supposed to do, and now it was time for me to rest.

My son, Emil, had grown into a curious boy. He was fascinated by the 14 mysterious people who had appeared out of nowhere to help humanity. He called them heroes and admired them greatly. It was ironic that he didn't know that they were my own disciples, and that this father of his was the one who had taught them everything they knew.

One day, Emil came to me with an unusual request.

"Dad, I wants to become a cultivator."

I hesitated for a moment. When Emil was born, I did a divination, and the results showed that his luck was zero. This meant that he had a naturally unlucky disposition. I knew this was because the universe did not like me, and so it seemed natural that my son would be similarly affected. While I could protect him when he was with me, once he left to pursue his own cultivation journey, I doubted that the universe's laws would be so forgiving. I wondered if I should tell him about his luck, but I didn't want to discourage him from pursuing his dreams.

"How are you planning to achieve that?" I asked Emil as he came to me with a request to practice for the upcoming scouting test by the Azure Dragon sect.

"Well, my school said that scouters from the Azure Dragon sect will be arriving tomorrow, they are from the same sect that was created by the Heavenly axe Supreme, I want to take their test," he replied, giving me a hopeful look with his big eyes.

The supreme is the title given to my fourteen disciples by the world and the Heavenly axe Supreme is the title given to Jackson.

With a sigh, I replied, "What do you need me to do to help?"

"For now, I just need your signature on this paper to give your approval, but once I pass the test, I'll need some money," Emil said with a smile. "I know you're rich, Dad, so don't hold back," he added while making a money gesture with his fingers.

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"Ha, I've spoiled you too much," I playfully hit him on his head and proceeded to read the paper. It was the same form they give for school trips. I signed it and handed it to him.

I reach for the ring on my finger, twisting it off with ease before placing it into Emil's open palm. "Take this, it was your mother's once," I explain softly, watching as he examines it with interest. "I gave it to you because it may bring you good luck," I add, feeling a twinge of guilt for not revealing the full truth to him. The ring had belonged to his mother, Emma, and I had enhanced it so that it not only brought luck but could also protect him during an ascension. However, I decided to keep that information to myself for the time being. Emil thanked me with a smile and headed to his room, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and worry for him as he set out on his cultivation journey with the ring as his only protection.

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The day after, the atmosphere in the room was awkward. Emil sat with his head down, disappointment written all over his face. He had failed the test at the Azure Dragon sect, he was talentless. I could sense the disappointment in his heart, and I wished I could take it away. I didn't know what to say to him, so I sat beside him in silence.

After a few minutes, Emil finally spoke up, "I'm sorry dad, I couldn't pass the test. I disappointed you."

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Emil, you don't need to apologize or feel sorry. It's not your fault that you didn't pass the test. It's just the beginning of your cultivation journey. You still have a long way to go, and I will always support you, no matter what."

Emil looked up at me with a small smile, "Thanks, dad. I'm grateful to have you as my father."

Of course I said that but I couldn't let my son stay talentless. So, I did what I always do, using my power to achieve something. As I said that, I waited until it was night and Emil was asleep. I went to his room and closed the door behind me. I stood at his bedside, looking at my son's peaceful face. He was so innocent, so pure. I sighed and took a deep breath.

Then, I started pouring my Qi into Emil's body. I closed my eyes and focused on his body, feeling his pulse and the flow of his Qi. I could feel that his meridians were blocked and that his Qi was not flowing freely. I knew what I had to do.

I started to use my power to reconstruct his body so that, as long as he worked hard, he should be able to cultivate. I felt my Qi flowing into his body, clearing his meridians, and opening up the channels for the Qi to flow freely. Emil stirred in his sleep, and I stopped for a moment, afraid that he had woken up. But he was still asleep, and I continued my work.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I was done. I stepped back and looked at Emil. He was still asleep, but I could see that his breathing had become more regular, and his Qi was flowing freely.

I smiled to myself and left the room, feeling satisfied.

The morning after, I woke up early and began cooking a large breakfast. The delicious aroma soon filled the house, and Emil was drawn to the table by his rumbling stomach. "Wow, Dad, this looks amazing. How did you know I was so hungry?" Emil asked as he dug in, devouring more than half of the meal on his own. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that it was a side effect of the body reconstruction I had done on him.

"You could call it father's intuition, if such a thing exists," I replied with a smile. After we finished eating, I turned to Emil and asked, "So, do you still want to become a cultivator?"

"Of course! I'm not going to give up just because I failed one test," Emil responded with determination.

"Good," I said, my smile widening. "That's why I'm kicking you out of the house, so you can start your own journey."

"Heh," Emil exclaimed in disbelief, unsure of what to make of my sudden decision.