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"Mother, you actually possess a Spiritual Root!" Zhao Yang exclaimed excitedly. He had long harbored thoughts about this; he didn't want his mother to age and die like an ordinary villager, especially since reaching seventy was already rare.
He Qing, however, seemed unfazed by Zhao Yang's words. She nodded and said, "I knew it from a very young age. Your grandfather was considered a half-cultivator; he told me that I had a Spiritual Root within me, but it was very subtle—it's the worst kind, a Mixed Spiritual Root. Even if I practiced my whole life, I wouldn't make any progress."
"Nonsense! Mother, saying that a Mixed Spiritual Root is the worst type of Spiritual Root is just ignorance. A cultivator with a Mixed Spiritual Root can surpass those with single attributes as long as they are diligent in their training and have enough elixirs and powerful Cultivation Methods. Starting tomorrow—no, from today—you will practice according to the methods I teach you. I have plenty of elixirs that I can't even finish; they're all meant to replenish Spirit Energy."
Zhao Yang pulled out a large pile of bottles and jars filled with elixirs from his robe, creating a small mountain on the table. Most of these were Spirit Qi Pills, while the rest were elixirs for replenishing Spirit Energy, all without side effects—as long as one didn't consume them like food as he did.
Zhao Yang first transmitted the Myriad Spirit Sect's Universal Spirit Technique to He Qing, followed by the Refining Qi method from the One Qi Technique. The combination of both would yield twice the result with half the effort. Moreover, the Universal Heart Sutra was an exceptionally peaceful mental method, while the One Qi Technique emphasized Refining Qi for health. He Qing's weak constitution made her particularly suited for this training. Being an intelligent woman, she might be clumsy at first, but with Zhao Yang's unique drawing Cultivation method, she quickly grasped it. In less than half an hour, He Qing managed to draw Spirit Energy into her body and formed a trace of True Qi within.
He Qing was astonished and said, "So this is what Cultivation is! It's truly magical; just a little while and I feel like all my ailments have vanished."
Little did He Qing know that her rapid ability to draw energy into her body was due to Zhao Yang using his Chaos True Qi to directly open some of her previously blocked acupoints and clear narrow meridians. In just a short time, she had eliminated ten years' worth of Refining Qi hardships.
Next, Zhao Yang transmitted more Cultivation techniques and insights to her, including the Water Avoidance Technique and Fireball Technique. Zhao Yang was incredibly clever; his understanding of basic Cultivation reached levels beyond ordinary comprehension. The techniques he shared were synthesized from thousands of predecessors' notes and experiences in the Cultivation world, completely surpassing any basic mental method available. This allowed an Ordinary Cultivator's training speed to soar—even though He Qing was already over thirty years old, there was still hope for her.
In just a few hours, He Qing stepped into the first layer of the Qi Refinement Stage. Her previously haggard face gradually regained color. Zhao Yang felt overjoyed as he clearly sensed that his mother's vitality had increased several times compared to before.
"Chirp chirp!" Little Beast squeaked in surprise as it jumped out of He Qing's hands, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction.
He Qing opened her eyes and noticed dark stains all over herself. Being someone who valued her appearance, she didn't want anyone to see her like this—especially not her son—so she hurriedly got up with a flushed face and ran to the bathing room.
Zhao Yang chuckled to himself as he stood up and left the house, eager to spare his mother any embarrassment. Just as he reached the courtyard door, he saw a chubby child running toward him, shouting, "Auntie! Come save me! Sister Yu is using Demonic Arts to bully me again! Wuwu..."
Seeing the child with rosy lips and white teeth wearing a large red flower on their head made Zhao Yang laugh. He said, "Oh look at you, Fatty! So fashionable! After not seeing you for a few years, you've turned into quite the young person—wearing lipstick and sporting a big red flower. Are you trying to become a girl?"
"Are you... Brother Zhao Yang?" Fatty initially felt a bit annoyed that someone was laughing at him, but upon seeing Zhao Yang, he began to complain, "Brother Zhao Yang, that girl Zhao Yu has learned some Demonic Arts from who knows where. She keeps conjuring up a flower this big on my head for no reason! Last time, my head was covered in flowers, and I couldn't see the road! And once, she even turned my backside into a chrysanthemum!"
"Pfft!" Zhao Yang burst out laughing. He remembered that when their master left, he had asked her to take Zhao Yu with her, saying he wanted to teach her a technique called 'One Thought Blossoms.' Could it really make flowers bloom on someone?
Zhao Yang had Fatty lead the way to find Zhao Yu. He was curious to see just how powerful his sister had become. Although Fatty was somewhat fearful, he felt reassured knowing that Zhao Yang was Zhao Yu's brother. Zhao Yang was regarded as the village's savior and was said to have the Emperor's aura according to the Fortune Teller. With him around, there shouldn't be any problems.
From a distance, Zhao Yang spotted a group of children, including some teenagers around sixteen or seventeen years old, surrounding a little girl with braided hair dressed in red. That girl was his sister, Zhao Yu. She had grown taller since he left; he remembered she was about eight and a half when he departed. Now, over two years later, she should be eleven. By this age, girls begin to develop physically, especially since Zhao Yu had always loved competing with him for food and had better nutrition than most kids.
Zhao Yang observed his sister closely. Although she still looked like a child in some ways, she had blossomed into a little beauty. If Fatty hadn't mentioned that Zhao Yu could perform magic, he would have thought the village children were bullying her.
"My family's fields will be ready for harvest in a few days! You all need to come out and finish cutting the rice before my mother sets off! There are twenty-five of you; if anyone doesn't show up, beware of this Empress coming for your doorstep! Do you hear me?"
"We hear you! Your Majesty!" The group of children knelt in unison, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Zhao Yu.
"Get up," Zhao Yu commanded imperiously with a wave of her hand.
Zhao Yang was dumbfounded. His little sister exuded such authority; he felt like kneeling before her. Was she already trying to display the demeanor of a Queen at such a young age?
"Hmph! Look at that lazy Fatty over there—always eating and slacking off. He runs two steps and is out of breath! He almost drowned trying to catch fish in the river! Does he think he can challenge this Empress just because he found some backup?" Zhao Yu glared at Fatty from afar, mistakenly believing he had brought reinforcements from another village.
Zhao Yang broke into a sweat; his sister seemed ready to rebel!
He felt it necessary to educate her; otherwise, if she continued with this unruly attitude as if she ruled the world, what would happen when she entered the Cultivation world? With a solemn expression, he approached Zhao Yu and stared at her sternly without saying a word.
Zhao Yu finally recognized who had arrived, her cheeks slightly flushed. She addressed the crowd around her, saying, "Everyone go back now; today's rehearsal is over. You all did very well. We'll continue another day. Don't worry, each of you will get half a bag of dried meat. I won't delay any wages." After speaking, she turned and sweetly said to Zhao Yang, "Brother, why did you come home?"
The children, relieved by Zhao Yu's command, were about to scatter when Zhao Yang called them back. One slightly older boy recognized Zhao Yang and suddenly burst into tears, saying, "Brother Zhao Yang, you’re finally back! You don’t know how many times this girl Zhao Yu has hit me. Once she even pushed me into the water tank and almost drowned me! She said if I didn’t listen to her, she would cut off my... you know what. She's so ruthless!"
"Uh, you’re Big Zhuang?" Zhao Yang said, sweating as he recognized the boy who was crying. It was indeed Big Zhuang, who was about the same age as him. Big Zhuang was known as the village bully among the children, possessing incredible strength—stronger than three adult men combined—but now he was crying like a girl.
Hearing Big Zhuang's complaints, other younger children began to cry as well, recounting their grievances against Zhao Yu.
“She knocked out one of my front teeth and told me not to tell my mom, or she’d knock out the rest!” a boy around ten years old cried.
“She secretly roasted one of our chickens and threatened me to steal half a bag of salt from my house; otherwise, she’d break my legs!” a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy wailed, his voice rising.
“She ate all the melons from our vegetable garden and made me tell my mom that I ate them myself; otherwise, she’d poke me with a needle! Boohoo!” an eight or nine-year-old shouted loudly, starting to sob.
Listening to the numerous accusations against her, Zhao Yu glanced at Zhao Yang and said to the children, “You all don’t want to stay in this village anymore, do you?”
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly fell silent, wiping their tears away in fear.
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