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Zhao Yang flew towards Yuwang City in Zhao County, witnessing the myriad aspects of life along the way. He took great interest in the glowing dots that appeared on the Spirit Pearl, leading him to discover many peculiar items. Each of these items contained the magical power of cultivators, clearly created to protect ordinary people. Some artifacts appeared in desolate areas, while others were found at stalls selling antiques in bustling markets. Zhao Yang picked and chose as he walked, stopping frequently, and ended up collecting a bag full of small magical tools, feeling quite pleased and somewhat satisfied his shopping desire.
As dawn approached the next day, Zhao Yang returned to the small mountain village he had long been away from. From an altitude of twenty thousand meters, he looked down and saw that the village remained tranquil, with lush trees, fertile fields, and beautiful wells, all filled with peace. When he reached the area above his home, he spotted his mother, He Qing, drying pickled winter melons and some dried meat in the yard. The white hair on her head had increased since he left home two years ago, causing Zhao Yang's heart to ache slightly. Although cultivation emphasized experiencing worldly pleasures and ultimately abandoning emotions for the pursuit of enlightenment, he thought differently. He wanted to share what he had with his family and friends; otherwise, what was the point of seeking immortality alone?
A villager passed by carrying a basin of clothes and asked, “Qing Mei, are you drying winter melon again? Why have you pickled so much this year?”
He Qing wiped her sweat and smiled lightly. “Zhao Yang has been away for over two years. I’m preparing more dried meat for when he comes back to visit. My son Zhao Yang is sensible.”
Upon hearing He Qing's words, the villager looked somewhat concerned. “Sister, don’t overwork yourself. You need to take care of your health. You’re only in your thirties yet your hair is so gray. It’s been so long without any news from Zhao Yang. I’ve heard that cultivators often get into fights; you know how temperamental your son can be…”
“It will be fine.” He Qing interrupted before the villager could finish speaking, her eyes filled with an indescribable sorrow. “My son is smart, just like his father—no, even smarter than his father.”
The villager sighed as he watched He Qing speak to herself and then continued on toward the river at the edge of the village.
“Mother!” Zhao Yang couldn’t hold back any longer and called out as he slowly descended from the sky. He had never imagined someone could care for him so deeply. Seeing He Qing’s haggard face and partially white hair made it clear that she had been worried and laboring for him.
He Qing suddenly dropped the basket she was holding and looked around in confusion. Then she bent down to pick up the dried meat from the ground as if this situation had happened many times before.
Wiping away tears from his eyes that fell to the ground, Zhao Yang softly called out again for his mother.
He Qing froze without turning around. From behind her, Zhao Yang saw her shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly; this time she clearly heard him.
Turning around, He Qing looked at her son standing before her unscathed and finally couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
Zhao Yang said nothing but stepped forward to gently embrace his mother, comforting her with words: “Mother, I’m back. I’ve missed you so much during these years away.”
“It’s good that you’re back; it’s good that you’re back. Three nights ago I dreamed you were being chased by many people and covered in blood. I thought I would never see you again. When you were discarded by the Zhao Family and lay unconscious for three months, I dreamed you told me you were leaving; who knew you would wake up the next day? Now that you’ve grown up and become sensible again, you leave home for so long without even sending a message.” He Qing sobbed, feeling wronged in her heart.
Listening to He Qing's words, Zhao Yang felt a stir in his heart. In his previous life, he had never experienced maternal love and had never hoped that someone would cherish him like a treasure. Although the owner of this body was not originally him, after the memories fused, in a certain sense, he could also be considered He Qing's biological son.
"Mother, I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing to worry about," Zhao Yang reassured her.
He Qing wiped away her tears and held Zhao Yang's hand, looking him over as if afraid he might be missing a piece.
"You've grown quite a bit taller, almost as tall as your father. Have you faced any hardships while learning outside?"
"Nope! Your son is the smartest in the world. While others struggle to find enough to eat, I feast every day. I joined a pretty decent sect, and because I'm handsome, I became the class leader right away. I can take whatever I want; no one dares to stop me," Zhao Yang boasted with a thick skin, mainly wanting to put He Qing's mind at ease.
"You just know how to make your mother happy!" He Qing chuckled through her tears, not caring what Zhao Yang meant by class leader; she simply knew it must be something good.
Zhao Yang grinned and asked, "Mother, where are Father and my sister?"
"Your father and Elder Dong went into town to handle some matters. Six months ago, they wanted to move our family to a new place far from here, but I didn't agree since you hadn't returned yet."
Hearing his mother's words, Zhao Yang suddenly became serious. "Mother, you have to promise me something!"
He Qing looked at her son’s serious expression with confusion. "What is it, Zhao Yang?"
"Don't ask what it is; just promise me first," Zhao Yang insisted firmly.
"You child, fine, I promise you."
"Good! I want you to stop working so hard from now on. Hire a maid or pay someone to help out. Once you promise, don't go back on your word; otherwise, I'll be upset with you!"
"Where would we get the money to hire someone? We’ve only just managed to save a little for living expenses and for when you marry in the future. You're not a child anymore," He Qing hesitated.
Zhao Yang was somewhat at a loss for words. In front of He Qing, he magically pulled out two burlap sacks from his bosom and said, "Mother, you don't have to worry about money anymore. Our sect pays salaries, two sacks of money per person each year, all filled with gold, silver, and jewels. I used one sack to buy some toys and talismans. Later, you and sister can pick whatever you like, and we'll give the rest to those who have a good relationship with our family." As he spoke, Zhao Yang opened the two sacks in front of him, revealing a dazzling array of gold and silver that left He Qing speechless.
"Mother, you must be worried that I would steal from others, right? Don't worry; I'm not that kind of person. You should trust your own son. Justice is my foremost principle in life, okay? As for the bloodstains on my clothes—oh, that's from helping two friends settle a dispute. I accidentally got some blood on me. Those friends felt bad for dirtying my clothes and insisted on compensating me with two sacks of money. I really couldn't refuse, so I had to accept it."
"Chirp Chirp?" Little Beast crawled out from Zhao Yang's embrace. It could hardly stand Zhao Yang's words; how could someone lie so shamelessly?
"Ah! Zhao Yang, how do you have a mouse in your arms?" He Qing exclaimed in surprise.
Zhao Yang held up Little Beast and thought about how he had mentioned the sect's salary of two sacks earlier. With the additional two sacks from his friends, he smoothly added, "I bought this little creature with one sack of money. It's called Little Nine and is a spirit beast—a symbol of status for every cultivation expert. Only the most esteemed cultivators are worthy of having spirit beasts. Mother, don't you think I'm doing quite well in the cultivation world?"
He Qing's expression gradually relaxed into a smile. Although she was somewhat confused by everything she heard, she was proud that her son was so impressive and willing to spend two sacks of money on a mouse. Clearly, he had more than enough money to spare; she wasn't a miser and believed that money should be spent.
"But what about marrying a wife..."
"Don't worry about that, Mother! With your son's talents, does it even make sense to marry a country girl? Your daughter-in-law should either be the daughter of the city lord or Jade Leaf from the current dynasty—or even possibly an immortal! I'm serious, Mother!"
He Qing couldn't help but laugh at her son's antics. Seeing her no longer troubled, Zhao Yang took her arm and led her into the Main Hall, placing Little Beast into her hands. The little creature's adorable appearance naturally attracted women, making He Qing adore it immensely. Zhao Yang asked her not to move as he used a strand of Chaos True Qi to help her smooth out her meridians. To his surprise, he discovered that his mother also possessed a Spiritual Root! Although its attribute was weak and its aura faint, Zhao Yang still noticed it.
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