"Mom has a chicken leg here, you can have one too. You're pregnant with a little brother." Sang Jin had already checked her mother's physical condition and found out she was pregnant with a little brother. If nothing unexpected happened, she would give birth in July.
Unlike other alchemists, Sang Jin had studied the art of Qi Huang. These were all taught to her by her master in her previous life. At the time, she was reluctant to learn, but now she is truly grateful for the skills he has taught her. As the saying goes, more skills are better than less.
The Southern Wasteland Continent was rich in spiritual energy, unlike the dwindling Eastern Wasteland Continent where it was scarce. It was time for her to start cultivating.
"Mom needs to watch Xiao Jin eat first." Zi Shufen smiled gently. After watching Sang Jin start eating the chicken leg, she began to eat. Zi Shufen was not pretentious. She was still pregnant and she should also nourish herself. If not for herself, then for the child in her belly.
After seeing the mother and daughter eating the chicken legs obediently, Sang Mu made a bowl of chicken for his son.
"Xiaoyu, eat quickly."
"Dad, eat too." Sang Yu saw his younger sister and mother eating chicken legs, but he didn't feel any resentment. He was the little man of the family, and he should work with his father to protect his mother and younger sister.
Sang Mu ate just one piece of chicken and felt his spiritual power increase significantly. He exclaimed in his heart, "This chicken might not be a spiritual bird. But it looks no different from an ordinary chicken."
Sang Mu drank two bowls of soup and left the meat to nourish his pregnant wife.
After eating a chicken drumstick and drinking a bowl of soup, Sang Jin felt alive again. She could truly feel more spiritual energy flowing into her body.
This chicken is a magical bird from her mountain, perfect for nourishing the whole family, especially the mother who is about to give birth.
This time, Grandma was kind enough to give their eldest wife a whole chicken. Sang Jin had assumed that since Grandma disliked her so much, getting half a chicken would be a blessing. She was right; in her generation, only their eldest wife had a son. Grandma had always favored sons over daughters.
After dinner, Sang Mu took Sang Jin to meditate together, refining the spiritual energy in their bodies.
When Old Lady Zhuang saw that a little brat like Sang Jin was actually practicing with Sang Mu, her eyes widened. This... How could this be possible?
"Grandma, Grandpa!" Sang Jin felt the strange gazes and removed the formation barrier.
It was no big deal for the Sang family to know that she could cultivate, and she had no intention of hiding it. Now she was already at the second level of Qi Refining.
As long as her secrets aren't exposed, it'll be fine. After all, it's a treasure, and the fewer people who know about it, the safer it is. The only person in this world who can keep your secrets is yourself.
"Can Xiao Jin practice now?" Old Man Sang was the first to come back to his senses and ask.
"Yes, father, Xiaojin will be able to practice after she wakes up. She didn't tell me before because her injury had not healed." Sang Mu answered for his daughter.
"May our ancestors of the Sang family bless us! Now we have two immortal cultivators in our family." Father Sang clasped his hands together and prayed. What the old Taoist priest had said before was actually true. Little Sang Jin had reached Nirvana.
The Sang family all smiled with satisfaction at Sang Jin's ability to cultivate. Even Mrs. Zhuang, who favored boys over girls, smiled and nodded at Sang Jin.
"What about Xiao Jin now..." Father Sang continued to ask.
"Grandpa, Xiao Jin is now at the second level of Qi Refining. She also knows a little about formations," Sang Jin said. She didn't want to reveal her identity as an alchemist so early. After all, her strength was not good enough. She couldn't protect herself well.
"Great, at the age of five, you've already reached the second level of Qi Refining." Sang Jin had been dumb for five years before, and it had only been a dozen days before he reached the second level. This talent must be quite high. "But what's with you saying you know a little bit about formations?"
Father Sang hadn't heard wrong. The child was talking about her ability to cast formations. Since ancient times, formation masters have been to be feared. A powerful formation master could instantly kill an enemy thousands of miles away. They could also teleport thousands of miles with a single formation.
The Sang family all came from farming backgrounds, and none of their ancestors had ever cultivated. By the time of Sang Mu's generation, a Taoist priest who came to the Sang family to ask for water had taken him to some academy, where he studied for ten years. Only then did he reach the fourth level of Qi Refining.
"Grandpa, before I woke up, I met an old man in my dream. He called himself the Hongmeng Sword Immortal. He taught me the methods of cultivation and formations. Then I woke up."
"Originally, my granddaughter was just trying out her skills. When she was stewing chicken soup, she drew a simple centrifugal array to isolate the aura. I didn't expect that the things she learned in the dream were actually true." Sang Jin had already found an excuse for herself.
True and false, perhaps to the silly Sang Jin from this continent, what happened in the East Wasteland Continent was like a dream.
"Once our Sang family settles down, we will erect a longevity tablet for the master in your dream." This time it was Old Lady Zhuang who spoke.
"Thank you, grandma." Sang Jin blinked her bright eyes.
The resting area was flat and near a stream. Many people had found edible mushrooms under the trees. This was the only place they had encountered along the way where they could find food and a suitable place to live. So they rested a little longer.
After a good rest, Village Chief Zhou and his family set out on their journey again. Their village was a large one, with over a thousand people. It was originally called Zhou Er Village because there was also a village called Zhou Da Village. Old Man Sang's youngest daughter, Sang Shui, had married into Zhou Da Village.
The Zhou family is a prominent surname in the area, with two-thirds of the village's residents bearing the surname Zhou. It's rare to find someone with a different surname, like Sang Jin's family. And the Sang family is the only one of its kind.
As night fell, Village Chief Zhou found a relatively open area to rest. There was a dilapidated temple there. Everyone was excited; this place seemed more suitable for living because there were houses.
"Ah—" Someone stepped on something and screamed. Everyone took a few steps back in fright.
"What's wrong?" Sang Mu walked over and asked. He was a monk, and his speed and strength were greater than those of ordinary people. There were several monks like him in the village.
"Skull... Skeleton." A little girl about ten years old stepped on a human skeleton.
The reason why it is called human bones is because the bones are relatively complete and wrapped in monk's clothes. It seems that he must have been a monk in his lifetime.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. Aren't there enough corpses along the way? Young and strong men, come with me to bury these corpses. They should be the monks here." The village chief comforted people.
"Don't blame me if you pass by. Don't blame me. Have a safe journey, masters. We are just borrowing your precious land for a while. We will leave tomorrow." It was not yet completely dark. After the village chief muttered something, he waved his hand and everyone started to get busy.
The village chief was right. They had seen dead bodies along the way during the famine years. Now that these people were gone, there was nothing to be afraid of.
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