Chapter 785 I am Ye Hanying
A reward from the patriarch?
Is there really such a good thing?
A surge of joy rose in Song Chunxue's heart, but it lasted only a moment.
She had just received the best reward: seeing her forgotten parents and eldest sister, seeing what they looked like as children, and almost learning her own birthday.
She looked up at Huo Xiang seriously, "Why did you wake me up?"
As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks. "I almost found out my birthday. I dreamt of my parents. It was so close."
"Um, well..." Huo Xiang scratched her forehead. "Well, you were crying so hard that Wu Bing was so worried. She called us to wake you up. We thought you were possessed, so we forcibly woke you up. I'm really sorry."
Song Chunxue sniffed but didn't say anything.
Is this fate? No one in this world remembers her birthday?
"Never mind, what good is knowing? It's already good enough to dream of them. I also ate apricots and sweet almonds from the mountain, and I saw my parents' faces very clearly. This is already a blessing from heaven, and I've gained a lot this time."
Huo Xiang gave a dry laugh. "That's good. Take a look at what you brought with you. Lord Zhao packed two boxes into your storage ring for you. Tell me what's inside, so I can be envious."
Two boxes?
Song Chunxue was also very curious about what the ancestor would give her last time.
She used her mind to open one of the boxes, and immediately beamed with joy. She subconsciously closed the box and looked at Huoxiang.
"What is this? Let me see for myself!" Huo Xiang was extremely anxious. "You think I stayed behind to comfort you? I just want to see just how biased the Ancestral Master really is."
Song Chunxue wouldn't let him see it, saying, "Is your ancestor the same as ours?"
"What else? Ultimately, we also cultivate the Dao. What's wrong with you? Do you think demonic cultivators are evil cultivators who can't be brought to the table?"
Huo Xiang disliked hearing such words and stood up with her arms crossed. "Demonic cultivators are just more unrestrained than you. They don't have as many rules and don't know how to avoid certain foods. We are not demons."
"Oh right, I was ignorant. I'm sorry."
"..." He took a breath, unsure of what to say to her.
You admitted your mistake too quickly.
"What's in the box?" he asked firmly, as if he was about to snatch it if she kept it from him any longer.
"Hehe, not only did the five catties of gold I packed back then come back, but the patriarch also gave me a whole chest of gold, enough for my senior brother to squander for many years."
"..." You're laughing like this over a box of gold? "What else?"
“A box of weapons,” she touched her nose, hiding her hand with the storage ring under the covers, afraid he would snatch it, “Perhaps he knows I have a large family, with many children and grandchildren, and it would be good if they could all learn some self-defense skills.”
He has plenty of weapons.
"Anything else?"
Song Chunxue looked at it carefully. "There's also a stack of books, a small box of things, jewelry and jade, etc. It doesn't look like anything special, which suits my taste as a money-grubber."
Huo Xiang didn't believe it, "Gone?"
"The sword I forged myself... the blunt knife is still here, along with a pot of water." She didn't hide anything from Huoxiang, "What about yours?"
"I only have four items: a knife, a sword, a dagger, and a hairpin. That's enough for each of my four family members." Knowing that they weren't anything particularly powerful, Huo Xiang felt much better and turned to leave. "I won't disturb your rest any longer. Let's have dinner together later."
"good."
Song Chunxue opened the box of gold, grabbed a handful and rubbed it in her hands. It was really beautiful.
There was another box of weapons, and they all looked quite formidable.
Although they are not as spiritual as Wuyou, each one has the simplest weapon spirit, which makes them much stronger than ordinary weapons.
Song Chunxue got up from the bed, washed up, and stood solemnly outside the door, bowing deeply in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I will certainly live up to your expectations."
She knew that these blessings might be a result of her determination to cultivate herself, hoping that she could continue on this path without any worries.
Or perhaps it was the mercy of the ancestors, a compensation given to her because of the suffering she had endured.
Whatever the reason, she felt extremely honored.
Moreover, she suddenly realized that even if her storage ring fell into the hands of others, they would not take it for themselves. There was a secret order set by her senior brother, Lord Zhao, inside, which she did not know, but it would not prevent her from going in to take things.
She planned to go downstairs and ask her senior brother.
"Madam, Madam, please don't be angry. Sit down and have some tea. I have something to give you. Please let me explain about Liu Niang. She was clearly lying to us. If we really had a child, she would have brought it to me the first time, instead of repeatedly making empty promises and testing me at every turn."
Before she even came downstairs, Song Chunxue heard Huo Xiang humbly apologizing to her mistress.
Song Chunxue stopped at the corner of the stairs and saw a woman dressed in red and white, adorned with silver ornaments. Her amber eyes were calm, yet she held Huo Xiang firmly in her grasp.
She simply turned her head away without saying a word, and Huo Xiang was so anxious she paced back and forth.
Hearing the noise, she turned to look at Song Chunxue.
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "Madam, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The Lady of the Venerable returned the greeting with clasped hands, "Master Song, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ye Hanying."
Song Chunxue went downstairs, sat next to her senior brother, and started banging her pockmarked face.
Huo Xiang, standing to the side, was still apologizing.
“Madam, I mishandled this matter. Let’s go inside and talk. It’s been so long since we last met. Arguing right after our reunion will upset you.” He grabbed Ye Hanying’s hand, pulled her by the shoulder, and led her upstairs. “Madam, please give me a chance to explain in detail.”
Ye Hanying opened her mouth, about to refuse, but Huo Xiang had already leaned in and kissed her. She immediately went upstairs.
Song Chunxue chuckled softly, "He's really good at coaxing his wife."
“When you weren’t downstairs, his ability to act cute became even stronger. I almost shed my snakeskin when I heard it,” Master Han shook his head. “It was so unfair of him to try to scare people in front of us.”
This description made Song Chunxue feel that Master Han wasn't so aloof and high-minded, but rather amusingly serious.
"Then how often do you shed your skin? I've heard that for snakes of your high status, their shed skin is also a magical artifact."
Master Han pulled his thicker clothes closer to the others. "The higher the cultivation level, the longer the skin takes to shed. Your face mask is made from snake molts."
Song Chunxue was both surprised and delighted. She quickly stood up and cupped her hands in thanks. "Thank you, Daoist Master. I am flattered. Is there anything I should be careful about?"
"Just don't litter." Master Han seemed unwilling to discuss the matter further and casually changed the subject, "Do you know if the people behind them have found the cave entrance yet?"
Song Chunxue glanced at her senior brother, "Judging from their tone, they must have found them. What rewards did they receive from the Ancestral Master?"
Lord Zhao chuckled, "It's good enough that you came out alive."
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