"Then you can be a grandfather instead of a master. Let me tell you, kid, you are very likely a descendant of my Li family. Otherwise, the barrier of my gate would not open automatically to you. This will only happen if you meet a descendant of mine who is related to me by blood." Li Jinglei said.
"Be a grandfather? Forget it."
"I wonder what's wrong with you two. When I was teaching you the martial arts just now, you called me senior, but now you turn against me and refuse to acknowledge me as your master. Okay, okay. Let's be friends, okay? Look at me, the famous Lei Yinzi. No matter how many people begged to be my disciples, I didn't accept any of them. Boy, how about I teach you the "Thunder Art"? This is a martial arts method I created. When you practice it to the peak, the lightning you can bring down can be comparable to the thunder from the sky during a tribulation." Although Li Jinglei's name sounds a bit irritable, he does have a good temper.
This technique sounds quite powerful, after all, it’s always good to have more skills.
"Then I'll call you Uncle Lei. You can also call me Jingyu from now on," Li Jingyu said. The old man had a very good temper. Regardless of whether he was his ancestor or not, making a friend was always better than having an enemy.
He was surprised by the old man's good temper, which was why he acted so recklessly. After all, he was a powerful Mahayana cultivator. If they really faced such an enemy, neither he nor Xiao Jin would be in good shape.
"Alright! I'm telling you, kid, you're truly my descendant." Li Jinglei refused to give up and tried to get Li Jingyu to recognize his ancestry. Is it shameful to be my descendant?
After Li Jingyu had received Li Jinglei's inheritance, everyone inside the stone gate was teleported out and into the corridor. It felt like years had passed inside the cave, but in reality, only a cup of tea had passed outside.
Sang Jin had already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. The rest of the village, those who hadn't been deceived by the illusion, had also broken through a level. This was especially true of Sang Yu and Sang You, who were at the third and second levels, respectively. Breakthroughs in the early stages of cultivation were easy, but later stages proved more challenging. The others trapped by the illusion hadn't broken through, but they hadn't suffered any loss. It was all just a fleeting dream.
"This is a second-grade, eight-patterned Baicao Pill. It can help replenish your spiritual energy during your breakthrough. The more you take, the less effective it will be later. I'll give you two pills each." Sang Jin gave two Baicao Pills to each of the sixteen young men in the village. Naturally, she also gave two each to her brother and sister. Neither was biased.
This Hundred Herb Pill, as the name suggests, is made from one hundred kinds of precious medicinal herbs. It can replenish the spiritual energy of immortal cultivators.
She had casually made it in the cave. Even though old man Li Jinglei couldn't make pills, he had quite a few magical herbs. Sang Jin could already make thousands of Baicao Dan just from the ingredients needed to make it.
"Since everyone has come out safely, let's go. Go and have dinner. Your families are waiting for you." Old Man Sang reminded at the right time.
Seeing some of the children still dazed, Old Man Sang said, "Don't be greedy. You only have two hands, one for gold and one for silver. You don't have any hands left to grab the jade ruyi. In this life, how can there be so many things that satisfy you?"
After Father Sang's guidance, the teenagers slowly regained their composure. This was incredible. In the real world, only a short moment had passed. It seemed as if they had just left.
"Let's go, let's go home. Home is where the family is." Sang Jin added.
"Yes, our little Sang Jin has such a sweet mouth. Let's go home together. See what delicious food your second aunt has prepared for us." Old Man Sang took his son, daughter and two nieces back to where their Sang family lived.
Seeing her two daughters return safely, Fang finally felt relieved.
"Come and have dinner." Fang shouted.
Since there were so many people in the cave, Sangmu didn't bring a table from the space. He just brought a chair to place the food. Actually, there wasn't much food, just a plate of vegetables and some pancakes. And then there was a bowl of porridge for each person.
The food in the cave wasn't very good right now, given the limited conditions, and it wasn't easy for the Sang family to eat meat alone. Although Sang Mu and Sang Huo had hunted a chicken last time, they still had some left.
Under the effect of Sang Jin's Hundred Herb Pill, Sang Mu's Qi Refining Level 4 broke through to the Qi Refining Level 6 in one go.
He had been stuck at the fourth level of Qi training for years, but once his meridians were opened, the spiritual energy he had accumulated was enough for him to break through two levels in a row. Under the influence of his elder brother, Sang Huo also began practicing and was now at the first level of Qi training.
After dinner, it was still light outside. The thousand plus people in the cave were really boring.
Sang Jin asked Old Man Sang to gather all the young people who had awakened their spiritual roots. Based on the attributes of their awakened spiritual roots, he gave each of them a copy of a mortal-level cultivation method.
There was originally no formal practice of martial arts in the village, and those with better aptitude went to the sect to practice.
For those with poor aptitude and those who have just awakened their spiritual roots, the village chief will provide simple guidance and training.
Although this cultivation level can be gradually improved, there is no specific method. Unlike those cultivators in the sect who have formal training methods and resources, the cultivators in the village are more like men who only use brute force.
In this continent where the strong are respected, the village's fighting power must also be strengthened. The Southern Wilderness Continent is a continent where immortal cultivators and mortals coexist. Immortal cultivators have their own place to live, and mortals have their own village to stay.
The imperial court and the royal family that governed the mortals also practiced cultivation. They often had more resources. Villages like Zhoujia Village, which had never produced a powerful individual, might have received simple protection from the imperial court and avoided demonic invasions. However, if they wanted to live a better life, they still had to rely on their own strength.
As the saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but cultivation is up to you. There are now over fifty people in the village who are capable of cultivation. Sang Jin has already taught them the techniques that suit them, and each of them has received a Hundred Herb Pill. How far they can go on the rest of the way depends on the people of Zhoujia Village themselves.
The cultivators in the village no longer treated little Sang Jin as a five-year-old child. Instead, they treated her as Master Jin. Whenever they saw her, they would always call her Master Jin.
The next day, the rain stopped. The people of Zhoujia Village found edible mushrooms in the woods. Almost every household found some, adding a touch of flavor to their already monotonous diet.
Sang Jin also took Sang Yu and the other children for a run around the mountains, picking up a lot of mushrooms. She put some in her space ring. Later, when she wanted to eat them, she would have a legitimate reason to add a dish to her family.
After picking up the mushrooms, everyone started to move on.
Time passed quickly and it was the end of July. Chief Zhou and his men stopped.
"Why did it stop in front?" Sang Huo asked?
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