Next, Leng Tianyou presented his gift, a necklace made with spirit pearls as pendants.
These spirit stones, though not particularly precious, are quite beautiful and exquisite.
"Junior Uncle, this is a necklace I made myself. Do you like it?" Leng Tianyou said.
Rong Jiaojiao took the necklace and put it around her neck. The cool sensation of the spirit pearl made her feel very comfortable: "Thank you, Junior Nephew Tianyou. This necklace is so beautiful, I like it very much!"
Others also gave gifts, which, though not particularly valuable, were all thoughtful and touched Rong Jiaojiao deeply.
Seeing that they had finished giving their gifts, Leng Qianjue quickly called them to eat. The dishes on the table had been sealed with spiritual energy, and now that they were opened, they were still steaming hot.
"Alright, everyone, sit down quickly. If you sit for too long, the spiritual food won't taste good," Leng Qianjue said with a smile, her eyes filled with affection.
Everyone took their seats. Leng Qianjue picked up his chopsticks and gently tapped the table: "Today is Jiaojiao's seventh birthday, and it's also New Year's Eve. Everyone, please eat more. Happy birthday to Jiaojiao, and may everyone make progress in the new year."
"Happy birthday, Jiaojiao!" everyone said in unison, instantly enlivening the atmosphere.
Rong Jiaojiao's face was beaming with a happy smile. She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of golden-brown roasted spirit chicken, and put it in her mouth. It was fragrant, crispy, and delicious, full of spiritual energy.
"Wow, this spirit chicken is delicious!" Rong Jiaojiao said happily.
Du Qingshuang also picked up a piece and savored it carefully: "Mmm, this spirit chicken is roasted to perfection, it's tender and fragrant."
Leng Tianyou picked up a piece of spirit fish and said with a smile, "This spirit fish is also very good, very fresh and tender, everyone should try it."
Everyone started eating, and the table full of spiritual food was quickly devoured.
Besides the food, everyone also chatted about their cultivation experiences, sharing their progress and interesting stories.
"Junior Uncle, how's your spatial talisman drawing coming along lately?" Leng Tianxing asked.
Rong Jiaojiao nodded: "It's almost finished. My grandmaster said that if I work a little harder, I'll succeed."
"Junior Uncle is truly amazing!" Leng Tianyou exclaimed. "We learned to draw spatial talismans with you, and I still haven't sensed any spatial power."
Leng Tianqi also said, "I didn't sense it either. Junior Uncle, you must teach me once you've learned it!"
"No problem!" Rong Jiaojiao said confidently. "Once I've learned it, I'll definitely teach you."
Du Qingshuang also chimed in, "Jiaojiao, I also want to learn spatial runes. We can cultivate together then."
"Great!" Rong Jiaojiao said happily, "With you all here, cultivation will definitely not be boring."
After a lively meal, they spent a long time playing at Leng Qianjue's place before the eight of them finally descended the mountain together.
Rong Jiaojiao happily returned to her room with the gifts and placed them on the table. At this moment, she began to miss her master, wondering when he would return.
I also thought of my family, wondering if my brother and his family had prepared any gifts for me.
She hadn't given them any gifts before, but she would definitely remember to prepare some for them when she came down the mountain.
I wonder if Mom made me new clothes, and if Dad misses me...
At this time, Rong Lianhu's family was talking about Rong Jiaojiao. Fu Ya would buy her new clothes every year, and Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan would also prepare birthday gifts for Rong Jiaojiao.
Meanwhile, Qing Xuanzi was busy tracking down the demon spirit and had no time to think about Rong Jiaojiao...
Rong Jiaojiao missed her family and master for a while, and then decided to reward herself by not cultivating tonight.
He picked up Ziling, who was rubbing her head against his leg to comfort her, and turned to get into bed.
Before long, both the woman and the mink fell into a deep sleep, but Rong Jiaojiao had a bizarre and fantastical dream.
In her dream, she became another person, and in the dream, she experienced another person's life intermittently.
In her dream, she was an orphan who grew up in a small orphanage and witnessed the harsh realities of life from a young age.
They encountered many people who looked down on them, but also many people who helped them.
In this world, she has no blood relatives, but she has the headmistress as her mother, and brothers and sisters just like herself.
Although she couldn't get along with everyone, it gave her a place she called home.
From a young age, their "dean mother" taught them that only by mastering skills could they obtain everything they desired.
She was terrified of poverty, so she studied hard and vowed to become rich in the future. After graduating from high school, she was admitted to her dream school and became a business administration student.
She not only has strong learning abilities, but also a good talent for languages. She majored in English and minored in Russian and German.
After graduation, I successfully entered an international trading company, and my annual salary was over 100,000 yuan as soon as I became a full-time employee.
He was thinking of starting his own business and becoming his own boss after he became rich, but not long after, his soul was taken by the wrong soul by the Soul Reaper.
She was reincarnated, but when she woke up, she didn't remember many things from her dream, only some things that left a deep impression on her.
For example, the knowledge I've learned and the hardships I've experienced that left a deep impression, as well as the accidental death insurance I buy for myself every year, with the beneficiary being the hospital director's mother.
Of course, I also remember every little thing I experienced in the underworld.
When Rong Jiaojiao woke up, she was disoriented and felt confused, sometimes thinking she was an adult and sometimes a child.
Lying in bed, she went over everything in her mind several times, but in the end, the memories of her past life prevailed, and she was convinced that she had been reincarnated after death.
Thinking about how she has loving parents and brother, and a master who is both her father and mother, she felt incredibly happy.
Lying in bed, I chuckled to myself, thinking about the childhood happiness I had never experienced before, which I now possess in this lifetime. Suddenly, I thought of running a hundred laps.
He sank his consciousness into the little secret realm and found that the little girl had made a mess of it. He decided to tidy it up properly when he had time.
Remembering that she had also asked for a martial arts manual, she quickly searched her mind. Only then did she realize that there was a technique running very slowly in her consciousness, but this technique was neither a martial arts manual nor a mystical cultivation technique.
It was a low-level soul cultivation technique called "Soul Refining Technique," which was implanted into Rong Jiaojiao's sea of consciousness by the Soul Summoner to appease her.
According to the plan, after drinking the Meng Po soup, Rong Jiaojiao will recognize the master of the small secret realm in the underworld, and then the soul-reaping messenger will seal Rong Jiaojiao's memories.
When she turns six, it will automatically open, allowing her to remember her experiences in the underworld and cultivate her divine sense. With a small secret realm by her side, even if the small secret realm doesn't advance, it will be enough for Rong Jiaojiao to live a life of comfort and ease.
But an unexpected turn of events led to everything that followed.
Rong Jiaojiao also discovered that a complete guide to soul cultivation talismans had appeared in her consciousness. However, now was not the time to study this; it was time to get up and cultivate.
Although Xiao Rong Jiaojiao is herself, and she is Rong Jiaojiao, the cultivation process still felt novel to her, and she had to experience everything anew.
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