At the end of the year, the family had a dinner

in the huge hall. Three tables were set up, one for the women, one for Lin Batian and the second generation of the Lin family, and one for the third generation.

Lin Batian had nine sons and six daughters. The eldest, Lin Shan, was already 48 years old and had reached the tenth level of Qi training. The second, Lin He, was 46 years old and also had the tenth level of Qi training. The third, Lin Die, was 25 years old and had the seventh level of Qi training. He was the one with the best qualifications among the second generation of the Lin family.

The fourth, Lin Yuan, was 24 years old and had the fourth level of Qi training. The fifth, Lin Hai, was 24 years old and had the fifth level of Qi training. Then there was the sixth, Lin Jiang, who was 17 years old and had the first level of Qi training.

Some of Lin Jiang's younger brothers and sisters had not yet started practicing. It was not the case that the earlier the better. Lin Batian set a rule to start practicing at the age of twelve. Before the age of twelve, they would train their bodies. Now that the Lin family had more money, they would also take medicinal baths and the like.

The oldest of the third generation of the Lin family is Lin Keli, the son of the eldest brother Lin Shan. At the age of 30, he has already reached the seventh level of Qi training. There are seven or eight other descendants at the third and fourth levels. After decades of hard work by Lin Batian, the Lin family has become established and has a foothold in Yunzhou.

According to the rules of previous years, Lin Batian will comment on the achievements of many descendants today. Those who have done well will naturally be rewarded, and those who have not done well will be severely criticized.

"Lin Jiang"

Lin Batian commented on them one by one, but put Lin Jiang at the end. Lin Jiang was eating during the whole process, which almost made Lin Batian vomit blood.

"Dad, I'm here"

"Can you show some pride for me? Your nephew's cultivation is higher than yours."

Lin Batian is very satisfied with many of his children. Even if the speed of cultivation is not fast, they have other talents and can help him manage the family. Only this sixth child is simply going to make him angry to death. He can't do anything. He has been practicing for five years and is still practicing the first level of Qi training.

"I understand, Dad. I will definitely work hard to practice."

"If you still can't break through the second level next year, I will kick you out. It really makes me angry."

"I know, Dad."

Lin Jiang still answered lazily, but he didn't care in his heart. He was not in a hurry. His life span was over 500 years old now, and he lived longer than his father. It didn't seem shameful to practice for hundreds of years in the Qi training period.

The other brothers of the Lin family also shook their heads secretly. If Lin Batian was not there, they would have ridiculed him in a yin-yang way. This useless brother was simply embarrassing them. They were embarrassed to say that they had such a brother.

The Lin family did not have the bad habits of a big family at this time. The whole family was still in the rising stage, so the atmosphere of this dinner was still good. Lin Jiang didn't care so much. This meal was really delicious.

Whether it was meat or vegetables, they were all spiritual creatures raised in the spiritual field. Coupled with the chef's cooking, it was so sweet and delicious. Lin Jiang just buried his head in eating.

"Sixth brother, stop eating. You are only at the first level

of Qi training. Do you want to explode and die?" The fifth brother Lin Hai at the side couldn't stand it anymore and stopped Lin Jiang. These foods were full of spiritual energy. A person at the first level of Qi training couldn't eat many of them. If he couldn't refine the spiritual energy in them, he would explode and die.

These words scared Lin Jiang and he quickly put down his chopsticks. However, Lin Jiang had already decided that when he returned to Lingtao Villa, he would also raise some monsters to eat, and he would also open up a few acres of spiritual fields to grow vegetables.

Life is to be happy. What's the point of living forever if you are not happy?

The young disciples were intolerant to spiritual energy and left soon. Those with higher cultivation continued. Lin Jiang also took his sister Lin Ying away. Lin Ying was thirteen years old and had been practicing for a year. She had the same cultivation as Lin Jiang.

"Sixth brother, they are all going to the market to play. Can we go too?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Lin Jiang nodded. The original owner had been to the market, but he hadn't been there yet, so he wanted to go and see it.

Thirty miles outside the Linjiang Mountain Gate, there is a market, which was founded by the Lin family and used for the exchange of immortal cultivators within a radius of nearly a thousand miles. This is also an extremely important source of income for the Lin family. Lin Jiang's eldest brother usually sits in the market.

Of course, it is not enough to rely on him alone. Lin Batian also recruited a lot of guest officials in the foundation-building period to guard it. The Lin family's foundation is too weak, and the descendants have not yet fully grown up. Now many important positions in the Lin family are handled by people invited by Lin Batian. Lin Batian is also the absolute pillar of the Lin family. If he is gone, the Lin family will collapse immediately. It will not collapse, and it will be swallowed up.

It will take another few decades, until the second and third generations of the Lin family have fully grown up and have a group of immortal cultivators in the foundation-building period, before the Lin family can be considered truly stable. The

Lin family market is densely populated, gathering a large number of independent cultivators, and there are also many mortals. It is approaching the end of the year, and it is even more lively, with a lot of snacks.

The currency of the market is spirit stones and spirit beads. The standard spirit stone in the world of cultivation is three inches long, one inch wide and one inch thick. The remaining scraps will be polished into spirit beads. In theory, one hundred spirit beads can be exchanged for one spirit stone.

As long as you don't buy cultivation resources, the purchasing power of spirit stones is still very strong. Lin Jiang bought a lot of snacks for Lin Ying, and it only cost about twenty spirit beads.

"Brother, brother, look, this is my mother's shop"

"This is my aunt's, and that is also my aunt's"

"That is my fifth aunt's"

"This is my young aunt's"

Lin Ying pointed to the many shops in the market and said. More than half of the shops in the market belong to Lin Batian's wives and concubines. Of course, they don't open shops themselves, but rent them to others and collect rent every year.

Lin Jiang is not interested in these things. He doesn't have much talent for business. He still likes Lingtao Villa. He prefers farming. Farming is a talent engraved in his genes.

After playing until midnight, a group of young masters and young ladies of the Lin family rushed back to the mountain gate. If it were normal, they would not let them go back so late because it was not safe.

Early the next morning, Lin Jiang said goodbye to Zhuang Rong. He had to go back to Lingtao Villa. He had a somewhat cold personality. The Lin family's mountain gate was too crowded and too lively, and he didn't like it very much.

Before leaving, Zhuang Rong stuffed a bag of spiritual stones into Lin Jiang's hand and said, "Son, you must practice well. If you can't break through the second level next year, your father will really drive you out." "

Mom, I have money, what do you want to do for me?"

"Be obedient, take it. Starting this year, all the income from Lingtao Villa will be given to you, not to me. Mom has money, your grandfather left me a lot, and you are my only son. Who else can I give it to if not you?"

"Lin Ying has also started to practice, and mom has to take care of her a little bit."

"Keep it, don't worry, practice well."

"I know, I know."

Lin Jiang accepted the spiritual stones and sighed in his heart. Poor parents in the world, he couldn't give up this kindness.

Two days later, Lin Jiang returned to Lingtao Villa. The servants in the villa were decorating the house to prepare for the New Year. Mortals still paid attention to these things, but cultivators were much less concerned. After all, high-level cultivators would often count their retreats by the year, and they didn't have this mind.

Lin Jiang was thinking about how to run Lingtao Villa well. Now all the profits of Lingtao Villa belonged to him, so what was the difference between that and his.

Although Lin Jiang was lying flat, he didn't think that there were not enough spiritual stones. The more spiritual stones, the better.