Hearing this, Pan's father and Pan Ning exchanged a quick glance before turning their expectant gazes back to Feng Jiu. Feng Jiu looked at the energetic little boy with the determined expression before her. A wave of fondness washed over her as she thought of her own brother's son. A gentle smile touched her lips as she asked, "Do you even know what cultivating immortality entails?" "Immortality makes you super strong! If I become an immortal, maybe I can finally beat Muchen!" He glanced at Muchen and Yue'er, who were now approaching their mother, his mind still fixed on his long-standing rivalry. He was a boy, and older than Muchen, yet victory had always eluded him. Feng Jiu's smile softened at the child's innocent ambition. She reached out and placed her hand gently on his head, then her eyebrows rose in surprise, and a soft laugh escaped her lips. "I didn't expect him to be a natural martial arts prodigy." Hearing this unexpected assessment, Pan Ning couldn't help but lean forward, his voice filled with hope. "Madam, my son..." "He possesses the physique of a Mystical cultivator and has the potential to cultivate. Moreover, his bones and muscles are exceptionally well-suited," Feng Jiu explained with a warm smile. "Then, then, then..." Pan's father stammered, overcome with a sudden rush of nervous excitement, rendering him momentarily speechless. "Aunt Feng, then can I cultivate with Yue'er and Muchen?" Boqing's eyes sparkled with anticipation, his little face beaming with excitement. Feng Jiu smiled thoughtfully. "Their training regimen wouldn't be suitable for you. However, if you are truly determined to step onto the path of immortality, I can find a good place for you to learn." As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Pan Ning and Pan's father, who stood anxiously beside her. She didn't need to elaborate. Pan Ning immediately understood the implications. "If you are willing to send my son to train to become an immortal, the Pan family will be eternally in your debt," he said earnestly, standing up and bowing deeply. "Yes, yes, yes," Pan's father echoed fervently. Seeing their eagerness, Feng Jiu's expression turned slightly more serious. "Do you both understand that the world of immortality can also be incredibly cruel? Simply entering it doesn't guarantee a safe and prosperous life. If he chooses to remain in the mortal realm, I believe your Pan family is destined for a life of comfort and influence. But if he ventures into the world of cultivation, he would have to start from the very bottom. There's a real possibility that before he even has a chance to grow strong, he could be crushed by others and perish in the constant struggles. Would you still want him to take such a risk and enter the cultivation world?" Her words hung in the air, causing Pan's father and Pan Ning to fall into a thoughtful silence. Perhaps they had some vague understanding of the dangers, but having the stark reality laid out before them forced them to confront the weight of their potential decision. If they allowed Boqing to go with Feng Jiu to the cultivation realm, and if he were to thrive and achieve greatness, their Pan family would become a lineage with cultivators. Perhaps generations later, their descendants might even have opportunities to enter that realm because of Boqing's success. But the immediate reality was that Boqing was still so young – could they truly make such a profound and potentially perilous decision for him? Boqing, however, seemed to have no such reservations. He looked from his grandfather to his father, and then finally declared with unwavering determination, "I'm going, I'm going! I want to become very powerful!" "Aunt Feng, can I go too?" Bowen stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Feng Jiu with hopeful anticipation. Feng Jiu turned her gaze to Bowen, reached out to briefly touch him, and then shook her head gently. "You don't possess spiritual roots, nor are you a Mystical cultivator. You cannot cultivate immortality; your path lies in the mortal realm." In the mortal world, children born with innate spiritual roots were exceedingly rare, so it was not entirely surprising that Bowen lacked the necessary foundation for cultivation. Bowen's shoulders slumped with disappointment, and he quietly stepped aside, a clear look of envy in his eyes as he glanced back at Boqing.