I Cultivate Cautiously in a Village Full of Big Shots

After transmigrating ten years ago, Lu Guan finally awakened a Heavenly Spirit Root. He hadn't been happy for long when his own father poured cold water on him: “Heavenly Spirit Roots are everywhere out there, and Immortal Spirit Roots are as common as dogs. With talent like yours, you're only good enough to get your foot in the door.” Lu Guan believed him. But he didn't know that his father was an Immortal Emperor and his mother a Demon Emperor. The blacksmith next door was the Artifact Ancestor. The old man sweeping at the village entrance was the Sword Venerable. Even the poor physician in the apothecary, who never had any customers, was the Medicine Venerable, whom cultivators across the world couldn't get an audience with. Yet Lu Guan did nothing but bury himself in training every day. He was cautious whenever he went out, even bringing a knife for protection when he went up the mountain to gather firewood. But somehow, all sorts of things kept giving them away. “Wait, why are you giving the kid a spirit flame as a gift?!” “And you! Why would you give him a woodcutting knife imbued with sword intent?!”