For the entire afternoon, the people of Yangjia Village were enthusiastically discussing the Jiang family's affairs, but not about the cultivation of immortality and the taking on of disciples. Instead, they were talking about various speculations and casual conversations about the Jiang family's recent mysterious appearances in Dongshan and the ghost wall incident in Dongshan.
At Yang Guangwei's home at the foot of Xishan Mountain in Yangjia Village, the couple were also discussing this matter.
However, the message that was passed around turned into the following:
"Cuihua, I heard some news in the village today about the Jiang family recruiting workers. Do you think we should send our son Yuanbao over to try?" Yang Guangwei said, looking at his wife Cuihua.
Cuihua sighed, stopped what she was doing, and asked, "What does the Jiang family need workers for?"
Yang Guangwei replied, "I heard that their family has contracted that area in Dongshan. I was thinking of having our Yuanbao work there, since he's always loved playing with flowers and plants."
Cuihua nodded, indicating her agreement with her husband's idea. Anyway, she herself had always stayed in the village, so if her son really went to work in Dongshan, even if he suffered any grievances, she could take care of him in time.
Jiang Dahe's home.
"Second brother, there's a lot of gossip going around the village, saying that your family has contracted out the entire Dongshan area?"
This afternoon, Old Man Yang strolled around the village, and everyone who came to ask him about Jiang Dahe taking on apprentices and about Dongshan.
As for cultivating immortality and taking on disciples, he completely ignored it. What kind of decent family would cultivate immortality? So, he hurriedly went to Jiang Dahe's house to ask him for clarification.
"Grandpa, Dongshan is indeed contracted out by our family. To be precise, it is now privately owned by our family!"
Jiang Wanwan smiled and helped the old man sit down, answering as she did so.
"What?" Old Man Jiang's face showed disbelief upon hearing this.
"Dad, haven't you noticed any changes in our family and my third brother's family?"
Old Man Jiang squinted and thought for a while. Indeed, there had been a lot of changes in the second and third sons' families recently. He then stared at Jiang Dahe for a long time.
He pondered to himself:
The second son does look much younger! He stands tall and straight like a pine tree, with a vibrant face; he looks like a energetic young man.
And then there's the third brother, who's been muttering some kind of incantation in a mysterious way lately. It sounds so difficult to understand that it leaves everyone scratching their heads.
My spouse and I haven't had a relapse in a long time, and our health is even better than when we were younger!
"Don't tell me that the people in the village are saying you're planning to take on disciples to cultivate immortality. Is it true?" Old Man Jiang asked tentatively.
Jiang Dahe and his daughter exchanged a glance and then nodded simultaneously.
Old Man Jiang muttered to himself:
Hmph! Cultivating immortality? Are they planning to go to Dongshan Mountain to cultivate immortality and starve together? What an unreliable father and daughter!
Just then, a loud "bang!" suddenly came from the next room, startling the three people present.
They rushed out of the house to check what was happening, only to see Jiang Beixing, looking like an African man with an afro, flying backwards out of the house next door.
Then, with a light and graceful movement, he landed steadily on the tall jujube tree in the yard.
Then it floated down from the jujube tree.
Old Man Jiang trembled as he pointed a finger at Jiang Beixing, stammering, "You...you..."
But after a long while, he still couldn't utter a complete sentence, clearly stunned and at a loss for words by the astonishing scene before him.
Jiang Wanwan quickly brought a cup of spiritual tea to Old Man Jiang to help him catch his breath, and then asked Jiang Beixing what had happened.
Jiang Beixing's face was as black as charcoal. He grinned and explained, "Sis, I was just trying to refine pills, and I overheated it and the furnace exploded!"
"Oh! As long as everyone's alright!" Jiang Wanwan waved her hand dismissively, a relaxed smile on her face.
"Um... are you really cultivating immortality properly?" Old Man Jiang took a sip of spiritual tea, as if he had been injected with vitality. His soul gradually returned to its original position, but he was still curious about what had just happened and couldn't help but ask again.
"Grandpa, look at what you're saying! I'm already a second-level Qi Refining expert now, flying over rooftops and scaling walls is just a piece of cake for me!" Jiang Beixing said proudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure was as light and agile as a swallow, and in the blink of an eye he was on the roof again.
Old Man Jiang looked up at Jiang Beixing's figure, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Then he turned to Jiang Wanwan, his eyes filled with longing: "Wanwan! Do you think I, your grandfather, can also cultivate immortality like Beixing?"
Jiang Wanwan smiled slightly, took out a crystal-clear glass ball from her bosom, and placed it in Old Man Jiang's hand.
After a short while, the glass ball emitted a faint green light.
Jiang Wanwan carefully observed the changes in the glass ball, a look of surprise appearing on her face: "Grandpa, you actually possess a top-grade wood spirit root! That's wonderful!"
Old Xia in the space was also surprised, but his tone carried a hint of regret, "It's just a pity that your grandfather is a bit old..."
Jiang Dahe listened from the side, his heart filled with envy. He knew he had no spiritual root and could only enter the Dao through martial arts. He had only just reached the early stage of the Acquired Realm, equivalent to a cultivator's Qi Induction.
When Old Man Jiang heard the news, he was so happy that he danced around like a child.
He originally thought he was not destined for immortality cultivation, but he never expected to possess such a precious spiritual root aptitude.
Although he is a bit older, that does not diminish his desire and anticipation for scaling walls and rooftops.
The next morning, just as the first light of dawn appeared in the east, the Jiang family and several others arrived at the foot of Dongshan Mountain, ready to test those who were beginning their apprenticeship.
However, everyone waited for a long time, until the sun was high in the sky, before the three late candidates finally arrived.
Two of them were Zhou Hongmei, the village chief's wife, and her beloved daughter Yang Xiuxiu; the other was Yuanbao, Yang Guangwei's youngest son who suffers from autism.
Looking at the sparse number of people in front of him, Jiang Beixing couldn't help but feel anxious: "Sister, should I go around the village and call some people over?"
He couldn't understand why only a few people had come to learn from him that morning, especially since one of them was a quiet, autistic child.
Jiang Wanwan nodded in agreement, but reminded him to keep a low profile.
At this moment, Zhou Hongmei, who was standing to the side, could no longer suppress her inner irritation.
As she looked around, she complained to Jiang Wanwan, "Xiao Wan, look at me, I have so many things to do at home! My father-in-law insists that my daughter and I come here to learn from you. I think we should start and finish as soon as possible!"
She secretly resented her father-in-law's foolishness, for actually believing that there was such a thing as cultivating immortality.
At this moment, all she wanted was to end this farce as soon as possible so she could rush home to deal with household chores and avoid wasting her precious time for no reason.
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