The white smoke paused above the wooden box for a few seconds, then drifted into the main room along the path of the incense sticks.
In the main room, Zhao Qingshan was mumbling about the family's situation over the past year. A breeze blew by, and the white smoke circled around Zhao Qingshan twice before slowly returning to the wooden box.
Zhao Qingshan was completely oblivious to all this. Only Wen Ziqing, who was standing in the yard gazing at the sky, turned back and glanced into the main hall.
Zhou Yuanyuan ran back to her room and asked, "Xiaoyu, tell me quickly, what happened just now?"
"There's a remnant soul of a foolish woman in the Yangshen Tree. Every time the old man outside burns incense, she goes out to take a look." Xiaoyu explained, "It was fine before, but today, with the master here, if that remnant soul dares to come out, the master's spiritual sense hasn't been cultivated to the point of being able to control it freely, so he will drive the foolish woman away."
Xiaoyu still felt a little scared when she thought about it. If it hadn't been for its cleverness, that silly woman would have been completely shattered. Over a decade ago, by some coincidence, a trace of that woman's spirit had lingered on the Yangshen Tree. Xiaoyu was bored at the time, and felt a sense of sympathy for the woman. Instead of chasing the spirit away, she took it in.
The Yangshen Tree's effects were indeed powerful. If the woman could remain in the box without moving for a hundred or two hundred years, her soul might be able to recover. However, her body had long since turned to ash. Even if her soul and spirit were to recover, she would not be able to survive in the world like a human.
Xiaoyu had thought that once the woman's soul was complete, if Xiaoyu herself had not dissipated, she would teach her how to practice. Xiaoyu knew the techniques for soul cultivation, and if the woman was lucky, she might even be able to become a ghost messenger.
But the woman was a little silly. As soon as the old man's incense was lit, the woman would break away from the nourishment of the sacred tree and run to the old man. Even if she only stayed for three or two seconds, the woman was happy to do so.
Therefore, over the years, not only has the woman's soul not been nourished at all, but she has also lost a lot of her own soul power. In Xiaoyu's opinion, if this continues, the woman's soul can only last for three to five years at most, and will naturally dissipate.
Although Xiaoyu and the remnant soul had only known each other for a dozen years, it had at least been with Xiaoyu for so long before she met her master! It would be a shame if it were shattered by the master's divine power. So, when Xiaoyu saw the remnant soul showing signs of leaving the sacred tree, she quickly told Zhou Yuanyuan to leave first.
"Xiaoyu, wait, that woman you're talking about isn't my grandmother, is she?" Zhou Yuanyuan was a little surprised. If anyone had told her before today that the soul existed after death, she wouldn't have believed it. She had seen so much today: Jade Spirit, cultivating immortals, the Sea of Consciousness, nurturing the sacred tree... Each one had overturned Zhou Yuanyuan's traditional thinking.
"Huh? That woman seems to really be the master's grandmother. Xiaoyu heard the old man outside call that woman 'wife'." Xiaoyu then remembered the identity of the woman it called silly.
"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call her a silly woman, she is really silly..." Xiaoyu quickly told Zhou Yuanyuan about how Wu Baolian broke away from the Yangshen tree to see Zhao Qingshan, and even told her that Wu Baolian would disappear in three to five years.
Grandma...was worried about Grandpa, right? I believe she knew the benefits of nurturing the sacred tree for her, but seeing her loved one sad, Grandma was willing to stay with Grandpa for a few seconds, even at the risk of disappearing.
Zhou Yuanyuan sniffed and felt an unbearable soreness in her eyes.
Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan didn't pursue her gaffe, Xiaoyu finally felt relieved. However, Xiaoyu didn't dare to pester Zhou Yuanyuan anymore. Instead, she focused on using her energy to nourish the rainbow bridge in Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness. Over and over again, she never tired of it.
After Zhou Yuanyuan took a hot bath, the tears in her eyes disappeared. She decided to practice hard. According to Xiaoyu, cultivators were a very powerful species. If she succeeded in her practice, perhaps she could help reunite her grandparents?
Zhou Yuanyuan had already used a verbal spell to forbid Xiaoyu from prying into her thoughts. Xiaoyu had no idea what Zhou Yuanyuan was thinking at the moment, but even if she knew, she wouldn't remind her: cultivating ghost immortals was more reliable, and resurrection from the dead was impossible.
After all, it is a great thing for Xiaoyu that Zhou Yuanyuan is willing to practice seriously.
Zhao Qingshan and his family gathered around a large round table and had a lively New Year's Eve dinner. It was New Year's Eve, and everyone's faces were beaming with joy.
Zhao Yunxiang stopped sulking Zhou Zhixin. Everyone was happy today, so she wouldn't let her unhappiness show on her face, lest it dampen everyone's spirits. Zhao Yunxiang decided to have a proper talk with Zhou Zhixin after the Lunar New Year.
Zhou Jiasheng saw a table full of delicious food and was already gorging himself. Being a good brother, he enjoyed his meal and even helped his sister grab a large chicken drumstick. Zhao Guohui, watching this, kept complaining that Zhou Jiasheng was biased, favoring only his sister and not them.
Zhou Jiasheng was teased by Zhao Guohui and stood up to pick up a piece of chicken for everyone at the table, and a chicken leg for Wen Ziqing. When it was his turn, he found that there were only a few chicken necks, chicken feet and other pieces left on the plate of chicken.
Zhou Jiasheng was dumbfounded. He didn't like eating chicken necks or chicken feet, so when he was picking up the dishes for everyone, he picked up the parts that he liked. Chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken...
Seeing Zhou Jiasheng's depressed face, the group of people burst into laughter. Zhao Guohui touched Zhou Jiasheng's head and praised his nephew for being kind and knowing how to give his favorite food to everyone.
Seeing Zhou Jiasheng's gloomy expression, Wen Ziqing wanted to laugh, but Wen Ziqing never liked to laugh. Only the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his expression remained as cold as usual.
Wen Ziqing picked up the untouched chicken leg in his bowl and gave it to Zhou Jiasheng, telling Zhou Jiasheng that he didn't like chicken legs, only chicken feet.
Zhou Jiasheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, a big smile appeared on his face, and he started to eat the chicken leg.
Everyone burst into laughter again, and Zhou Jiasheng's facial expressions changed from time to time, which greatly pleased everyone.
After dinner, Zhao Guohui decided to go to Sanhe Town. Zhou Jiasheng's liveliness and cuteness just now made Zhao Guohui's heart soften. Zhao Guohui couldn't help but think of the child in Xu Liqin's belly.
Zhao Guohui wanted to have a good talk with Xu Liqin. For the sake of his children, he was willing to forget everything in the past.
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