Journey to the West: The Immortal Clan Begins by Feeding Monkeys at Five Elements Mountain

Chapter 121 Three Years After Gaining a Grandson, a Demon Strikes
"Wow!"

A loud cry pierced the air, penetrating the walls and tiles, and rushed straight into the courtyard.

The crisp sound seemed to announce his arrival to the entire Jiang family.

The second grandchild of the Jiang family was finally born amidst the family's eager anticipation.

The old midwife hired by the Li family was quick-witted and agile. She was still holding the crumpled little thing in her hands when she was already announcing good news:
"Congratulations, sir and patriarch, on the addition of another young master! He's incredibly robust!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liang's face immediately lit up with a smile, his eyebrows almost flying off, sweat beading on his nose, and his eyes shining.

He quickly stepped forward, reached out and hugged the little one, then eagerly carried it to his parents, siblings, and other relatives, wishing that everyone could touch it and see it clearly.

Jiang Yi stood to the side, a smile on his face, but his eyes had already become serious.

With a gentle touch of his palm, he pressed his fingertips against the newborn infant's joints and pulse.

I could only feel that his muscles and bones were well-proportioned and firm, and his breathing was steady. Although he had just been born, he already had some confidence in him.

As expected.

Since giving birth to Jiang Feng, Li Wenya has been practicing that breathing technique every day for the past few years, and has gained more experience in it over the next two years.

Especially after returning to Liangjie Village this time, the spiritual energy in the house is abundant and the earth's veins are in harmony.

In addition, I took the Qi-boosting pills frequently and practiced the standing meditation diligently. In the past six months, I have really made up for my lack of foundation.

That's how you raise each baby to be stronger than the last, resulting in such a healthy little one.

Jiang Yi nodded slightly without realizing it, secretly praising it and feeling even more awe for that breathing technique.

While he was still thinking about it, Jiang Liang hurriedly shouted out the name he had already thought of, his voice as loud as a bell:
"Let's name him Jiang Rui! 'Rui' as in sharp!"

His name remained ordinary and unremarkable, yet it concealed his heartfelt expectations.

I hope this child grows up to be spirited, quick-witted, and has a strong personality, walking with confidence and style.

The little one got a new name and was spun around a few times, but instead of crying, it started waving its arms and legs wildly.

It seems to live up to the word "sharp," making people dare not underestimate it.

Jiang Yi had no objections and happily took the steaming little ball of flesh from his son's hands.

Holding it in my hands, looking at it from left to right, it looked pleasing to the eye no matter how I looked at it. Even its wrinkled little face was quite endearing. For a moment, I was reluctant to let go.

The family took turns hugging each other, and although there wasn't much talking in the house, smiles filled every corner of the windows.

After Jiang Liang finished holding the baby, his face was flushed with a smile, and there was still a hint of pride in his eyes. He then quietly slipped out from the corner.

He had prepared a small hut early on.

Today, I sneaked in again and touched everything, from the mattress to the window frame, from the thickness of the curtains to the ventilation in the corner.

The house was chosen with great care.

It was far from Li Wenya's pile of medicine books, and even further from his elder brother's room where he kept his books.

Even the cold ground behind the courtyard where lectures were held was kept far away, with two more layers of thick cloth curtains added.

The goal is to ensure that not a single whisper of the lecture can get in.

This time, he learned from his eldest son's mistake.

How did that kid Jiang Feng go astray? He abandoned his martial arts skills and became addicted to memorizing texts and copying sentences.

It was all because I was so busy back then that I didn't take good care of things at home.

On one side, his wife was studying medical classics, and on the other side, his elder brother was teaching him literature, reciting it every few days, turning a promising young man into a bookish little scholar.

This time, to prevent the second son from also going astray.

Although Jiang Liang dared not say it outright to his father, he was determined to keep a close eye on things.

At the very least, he should be allowed to touch paper and books only when he can walk steadily, clench his fists tightly, grow courage, and become strong.

……

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yi was still working on those few acres of barren land.

When I took a break and stood at the edge of the field to look around, I was surprised to find that the wind carried a sweet, medicinal fragrance.

The three acres of orchard and five acres of medicinal herb garden that I cultivated in my early years are now permeated with spiritual energy, with a faint glow on the ground and even the soil exuding a sense of vitality.

Those spiritual fruits and herbs were all planted, and the land became a treasure that the villagers talked about endlessly.

Jiang Feng wandered around nearby, wiping his nose as he asked questions without getting annoyed.

One question after another: "Grandpa, what kind of grass is this?" Another question: "What disease can this cure?" The eldest grandson is only five and a half years old, which is the age when even cats and dogs would avoid him and he would be rolling around all day.

But his personality was completely unlike his father's, who only knew how to roll around on the ground.

They don't like to run around, but they love to follow adults around in circles.

His eyes darted around, and he kept asking questions.

I learned about medicinal herbs from my grandfather and flipped through medical books with my mother.

Sometimes he would simply plop down on the long bench at Li Langzhong's pharmacy and watch people pick and pack medicine for hours on end without blinking.

The villagers laughed when they saw him, saying that the child had inherited his mother's temperament and was clearly a natural-born doctor.

In the past two years, he has started learning to read and write, and he listens to storytelling with great interest from his uncle.

Compared to his father, this kid seems to have gained a bit more composure from within; he can sit still, listen attentively, and remember things well.

Jiang Yi privately pondered that he was probably really influenced by the scholarly atmosphere at home.

His uncle was quite satisfied, and simply said with a smile, "He has the talent to succeed in this field."

To be honest, although this child isn't very interested in fighting and killing, he still has the talent to back it up.

With well-developed bones and muscles, and a steady breath, coupled with the fact that the Jiang family has no shortage of elixirs and spiritual energy, they are fortunate to have such a strong constitution.

Even if it's just practicing a few rounds of stances and boxing moves with the adults each day, slowly but surely, you'll still improve every day and progress very quickly.

Sometimes I'm even too lazy to take Qi-boosting pills.

As long as you don't go to the area with the strongest spiritual energy in the new house, you can wander around this medicinal herb field for half a day and still feel your blood and energy surging, with a warm current flowing through your body, and you'll feel like you're walking on air.

Jiang Yi was overjoyed to see this.

His grandson was well-adjusted and had a steady temperament. He also happened to have developed an interest in pharmacology, so he didn't bother to stop him and simply went with the flow, helping him to go inside.

Besides the three meals a day, I would hold his still-baby little hands and teach him to identify herbs and medicines, explaining their properties and pharmacology in detail, sometimes for half a day at a time.

I already have a plan in mind.

After some time, once the foundation is solid, he will be sent to Liu Family Village to learn the craft of brewing medicine and refining elixirs.

Now that we have the medicinal herbs and abundant spiritual materials, we don't feel bad about practicing on our own.

If he can really make something of himself, then he can grow and harvest his own crops, refine and use them himself, saving both effort and money, which is exactly what Jiang Yi wants.

Just then, a small figure appeared at the edge of the field.

She was fair-skinned and delicate, swaying slightly as she held a large, rough porcelain bowl in one hand. Though her steps were unsteady, her expression was very solemn.

It was Jiang Rui, the grandson, who came to bring water to his grandfather and elder brother.

Although this medicinal herb field is only on the edge of a spiritual land and its spiritual energy is not particularly fierce, it is still far from ordinary.

An ordinary person standing there for a short time would feel a swelling in their chest and numbness in their limbs.

That little boy was only three years old, yet he could already run back and forth on the ridge of the field by himself, with steady steps, without his face turning red or his breath coming in short gasps, and his breathing was perfectly even.

That foundation alone is enough to convince anyone.

It's no exaggeration to say that he is the most talented member of the Jiang family to this day.

As for his personality, he really is just like his mischievous father.

I wonder if Jiang Liang's method of "guarding against books as if guarding against thieves" really worked.

Ever since he was weaned, this kid has never stayed near a pile of books for more than three minutes.

He ran around inside and outside the house all day long, clamoring to practice horse stance before the rooster even crowed, and imitating the adults' punches and kicks, swinging his arms and legs with great force.

At first glance, he really does look like a good candidate for martial arts.

Jiang Yi took the large, rough porcelain bowl; the bottom of the bowl was still a little warm.

Her heart softened, and she bent down to pat her grandson's head, casually praising him a few times.

I was just about to turn around and go to the orchard to pick a few fruits with less spiritual energy to nourish the two little ones.

At the end of the village road, a figure rushed towards them like the wind.

Before the person even arrived, their voice came through, carrying a hint of stagger and urgency:
"Master Jiang, it's terrible! That bear demon has broken into the manor! The young master is leading his men to hold it off. Please come and help!"

He was from Liujiazhuang, his throat was parched, but there was a hint of panic in his voice.

(End of this chapter)