"Old Tang, here, everything is here." On a weekend, Xu Chen, carrying his uniform, identification, and service weapon, arrived at Tang Tiancheng's house.
"Kid, what are you doing? Qin Ziyue told me about that matter, and I know the inside story. You don't need to do this."
"No, no, no, it's not because of that." Xu Chen sat down, picked up his teacup, and gulped down several mouthfuls, making Tang Tiancheng feel a pang of heartache; he had really ruined the tea.
"I've encountered some problems in my spiritual practice, so I may not have much energy to manage military affairs."
"I'll keep it for you. I'll give it back to you when the problem is resolved." Tang Tiancheng instructed his secretary to put Xu Chen's things into the room, then continued, "What will happen to their training after you leave?"
"Do you still remember those two cultivators who broke into the core area that day?"
"I remember, why are you bringing them up?"
“They are now my slaves, slaves in the truest sense of the word.”
"You... kid, what do you want to say?"
"Use them as you please. If you can trick them out of their cultivation techniques, or even trade them for your own sect, just imagine how exciting that would be."
"A sect?! You mean... a sect of immortals?!" Tang Tiancheng couldn't sit still any longer. Martial artists were already incredibly powerful; wouldn't sects of immortal cultivators be even more...?
"If you need anything, I'll call those two back." Xu Chen got up and walked out of the backyard.
"Old Tang, don't miss me too much while I'm gone." Xu Chen waved his hand, signaling Tang Tiancheng to go back to his room, and then walked out of the residential area.
He had resigned once before, but it was by accident, and he almost ended up in jail. This time, he decided to let go, and he felt incredibly relieved. In the few years since he came to Earth, perhaps because of the influence he had been exposed to, he had a strange attachment to his official position.
"Lili, I'm back."
"Come here, see what surprise I've prepared for you?" Wang Li blindfolded Xu Chen and pulled him to the dining table.
"Let me see." Xu Chen opened his eyes and found a sugar figurine. It was probably just made, as sugar syrup was still dripping onto the table. The figurine's face wasn't very delicate, but it was clear that it was a male.
Xu Chen picked it up, looked it over from left to right, and then glanced at Wang Li.
"Lili, did you make this?"
"Otherwise, I stayed up all night last night, and I even polished your makeup before you left today." Wang Li smiled, her eyes crinkling, her beautiful eyelashes fluttering. At that moment, she possessed a unique charm.
"Honey, here's a kiss as a reward."
"Stop fooling around, try it first and see how it tastes."
Xu Chen took a lick. The taste of this candy was so familiar. Even though they were separated by thousands of star fields, and she had been dead for two hundred years, the more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became, and tears inexplicably streamed down his face. "It seems that severing ties with the mortal world is just an empty phrase for cultivators like us. How can emotions be severed? Even immortals still have the word 'person' in their name, don't they?" He was filled with emotion and held Wang Li in his arms for a long time without saying a word.
"Chenchen, does it taste bad? Don't be sad, I'll make it again,"
"Lili, your sugar figurine reminds me of my mother. Thank you, thank you so much." Xu Chen choked up repeatedly, tears almost soaking Wang Li's shoulder.
"Auntie, she..." Wang Li wanted to ask if her aunt was alright, but then she thought that her husband was living a very long life, and her aunt was probably already gone. "What kind of person was Auntie?"
Overwhelmed with sadness, Xu Chen slowly began to talk about his mother, "She was a very honest, very honest farm woman."
"Mother, Mother! Where did Father go?" Little Xu Chen asked in the kitchen about his father's whereabouts. The village school let out early today, and he was in a hurry to come back and go fishing with his father.
"Your dad, um, he's in the county town," Xu Erya patted Xu Chen's head and picked up a sugar figurine from the pot. "Did you listen to your teacher properly today?"
"Yes! Thank you, Mother." Xu Chen picked up the sugar figurine and went to the village entrance to wait for his father. The sun was setting, and the sugar figurine was almost finished. Xu Chen finally waited for his father, only to find that he was covered in wounds.
"Dad, Dad, what's wrong?" Little Xu Chen ran to his father's side, his eyes brimming with tears as he touched his father's wound.
Xu Qing looked at his son lovingly, "Dad's alright, Dad's alright. You go home first, otherwise your mother will worry." Xu Qing shooed his son away and sat on the small earthen mound, constantly recalling what had happened that day.
Fleeing in disarray? Being punched and kicked? Utterly disheveled? All these descriptions seem to fit him today, except that he was the one being punched and kicked. "Er Ya, was it really a mistake for you to follow me?" Xu Qing recalled his acquaintance, meeting, getting to know each other, and falling in love with Er Ya, his expression shifting between gentleness and utter confusion.
"What are you thinking about?" Xu Erya found Xu Qing, her beautiful eyes filled with tears as she looked at his wounds. She asked calmly, but Xu Qing was caught off guard.
"No, Er Ya, let's go home."
"Don't move." Xu Erya took out an oil lamp and, in the dim light, bandaged Xu Qing's wound. Xu Qing's body stiffened, then relaxed, seemingly unaccustomed to Xu Erya's service and somewhat flattered.
"Er Ya, oil lamps are expensive, so use them sparingly."
"Did you get beaten up again today?" Xu Erya carefully wiped her wounds. Although the family had some savings thanks to Xu Qing's hard work and her own skills, they still couldn't afford medicine. Even this oil lamp was a luxury they could only afford once a year.
Xu Qing remained silent; admitting such a thing to his wife would be quite embarrassing.
"It's my fault, I didn't explain it to him clearly."
"It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's my fault for being useless," Xu Qing hurriedly denied.
Xu Erya remained silent, but she had already made up her mind. Early the next morning, she wrapped a kitchen knife in cloth and went to the county town.
"Er Ya, you've arrived? I knew you couldn't stand that good-for-nothing Xu Qing. Come to my manor, and I'll make sure you're rich for life." At the county magistrate's residence, a young master drooled over Er Ya's beautiful figure. Had she given birth? No, he didn't care. He'd just get rid of her when he was tired of her.
"If you dare touch a hair on my husband's head again, I'll kill you." Xu Erya's expression was ferocious. She took a kitchen knife from the cloth, walked up to the young master, and held the knife to his neck.
"Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive, Er Ya. I won't do anything, I won't hurt him, don't worry."
"It'd better not, otherwise I'll take you down with me." Xu Erya put away the kitchen knife and strode away.
Why did Xu Er Ya dare to do this? Because Xu Family Village has always been known for its fierce and united people. If she were harmed here today, the villagers would grab their hoes and storm the county government the next day. This is also why the young master let her leave and only dared to cause trouble with Xu Qing. Otherwise, he would have already forcibly taken a woman from the village. Of course, this is also inseparable from Xu Er Ya's natural beauty and strong personality. Even if she's married, the village beauty still needs to be protected.
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