She didn't waste any time at all, cultivating herself on the road while fleeing the famine, and also helped the villagers learn a skill and build up her own small power.
In her previous life, she was persecuted by the major sects. Wasn't it because her master ascended to heaven that she was isolated and helpless, with no one behind her? She wanted to be strong, and she also wanted to make her own forces strong.
It's just that there aren't many good talents in this village. Her brother is quite good, though. I'll get him a good weapon someday.
"It's good that you have spirit stones to use. Take your brother with you when you go out in the future, instead of bringing that brat from the Li family with you all the time. It's not good to trouble outsiders all the time when something happens. Your brother has also broken through to the sixth level of Qi Refining Stage. His speed is faster than mine." Sang Mu had been stuck at the sixth and seventh levels without any sign of loosening.
On the contrary, seven-year-old Sang Yu and Zi Shufen made rapid progress. Zi Shufen was already a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining. She had started practicing later than anyone else in the Sang family, so her cultivation level was lower.
"Dad, I know. You should encourage Clan Leader Zhou and the others to reach the ninth level as soon as possible, and then give them the foundation-building pills," Sang Jin said. Sang Yu's cultivation was indeed incredibly fast; it took others years to reach the same level in just over a month.
The Sang family's cultivation, fueled by her elixirs, was incredibly rapid, while the others in Shengdan Village were much slower. They still had to fight more. Such a comfortable life wasn't conducive to growing stronger.
For the next period of time, Sang Jin took the lead and led the villagers to hunt. They would go to the road where they heard there were monsters.
The women without spiritual roots were responsible for helping with cooking. The men without spiritual roots helped with setting up the table and moving things. Finally, after Father Sang had distributed two spiritual stones to each of the two hundred cultivators in the village,
The whole village was in an uproar. It really was spirit stones. Of the 170 households in the village, almost every one had a cultivator. They had all been allocated spirit stones.
The spirit stone hadn't even warmed up yet, and Father Sang rubbed his chest distressedly. In the past, it was Old Lady Zhuang who felt distressed. If Sang Jin dared to waste the spirit stone like this, he would have been kicked out of the Sang family long ago.
Most of the spirit stones and luggage were with Sang Mu. Mrs. Zhuang's space ring contained only some daily necessities, food, and silver. She was solely responsible for the daily lives of her children.
In mid-September, the night temperatures began to cool, and some children caught colds.
"Don't panic, this is just a minor illness. Go to Aunt Lin to get some medicine. Take it three times a day, and you will recover." Sang Jin treated the children in the village one by one.
"Thank you, Miss Sang Jin." The children were also very polite.
Su Ming would take time out of his lunch break every day to teach the children in the village to read. Although he was not very familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, he had learned a lot of characters and arithmetic when he was a secret guard in the Yan Mansion.
Teaching the children to read wasn't a problem. They used sticks to write in the dirt, stroke by stroke. On the way to Mu Nan Mansion, you'd see these crooked characters every few steps.
Since the children and the elderly were physically exhausted, Father Sang asked everyone to camp where they were and rest for a few days.
After all, it was cold and the children were wearing too thin clothes.
In order to improve their strength, no family exchanged the distributed spirit stones for silver to improve their family's life.
They knew that they also had to become stronger quickly, only then could they better protect their families.
Otherwise, even if you have spirit stones, you won't be able to keep them. This is a continent where the strong prey on the weak.
Everyone in Shengdan Village was working hard to become better and stronger. While traveling, they would collectively recite the spiritual plant care techniques.
The cultivators were responsible for protecting the weak in the village. This was because the path they took was where the monsters and beasts liked to hang out. This was also the path they had chosen.
They couldn't afford to be outdone by a five-year-old Maruko-chan. That would be so embarrassing.
After three days of rest, they finally found a few small caves. Sang Jin led the group and drove out all the monsters in the caves. Now the children and the elderly could have a good rest.
"My lord, I was sleeping soundly in the cave. A little brat came in with a group of low-level cultivators and chased us out. It's outrageous. Not only me, but they are all like this." A third-level snake demon and a tiger demon complained.
"My king, it's better for us not to mess with that kid. I heard that she and her men have attacked the neighboring mountains."
"They don't kill monsters. They just come to beat us up whenever they have nothing to do. There are strong men in the Jindan stage among them. Once their lives are in danger, that strong man in the Jindan stage will take action." said a second-level monster.
"You are afraid, you coward. Do you think the king is as cowardly as you?" said the snake demon.
"Do you want to see the king fall to the hands of that high-level cultivator?" said the second-level monster.
"Alright, stop arguing. Are you annoying me so early in the morning? What little brat dares to challenge my authority? I'll deal with him tonight." The tiger demon was a fifth-tier demon beast, equivalent to a human at the early stage of the Golden Core stage. Being in the same Golden Core stage, the golden-haired tiger was not afraid of that human cultivator.
Of course, Sang Jin and the others couldn't understand the language they spoke, unless they were monsters that could transform into human form and speak human language.
The villagers who had just moved into the caves didn't have much time to rejoice because it started to rain outside. The caves were very close to each other. Sang Jin discovered that there were actually caves connected to each other.
The further south you go, the more humid it gets. In mid-September, the weather was a bit chilly as soon as it rained, which made things even worse for the children who had already caught a cold.
"Dad, I have a lot of straw here. We can spread it on the ground. It won't be so cold." Sang Jin pulled at the corner of her father's clothes.
"There are over a hundred households in the village. Do you have enough straw?" Sangmu was also worried about the health of the children. These are the future of the village.
"That's enough. I just need you to distribute it to them one by one." Sang Jin would still plant spiritual rice when entering the secret realm every night.
After the spiritual rice matured, the remaining straw was piled there for a long time without any use. Usually, some was taken out for the Sang family to use.
"Xiao Jin, you are really the lucky star of our family. Oh, no, you are the lucky star of our entire village." Sang Mu gently touched Sang Jin's head with his hand.
Sang Jin subconsciously dodged for a moment before letting him touch her.
Is this child dissatisfied with the smell of sweat in his hands? Next time you touch your daughter's head, remember to wash your hands.
Recently they have been able to find water sources along the way and are no longer worried about drought.
However, there is still some water stored in Old Lady Zhuang’s space ring. She doesn’t care whether other families store it or not, but the Sang family must store some.
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