Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Thus, the "lively" days of the Ghost King Sect officially began.

On the first day, Jiang Liu accidentally knocked over a batch of pills that Mr. Gui had just refined, and the aroma (burnt smell) of the medicine filled half of the mountain.

The next day, Jiang Nian "kindly" tried to help You Ji take care of the rare and poisonous plants she was growing, but she watered them with the wrong water, almost killing those rare "Netherworld Orchids".

Looking at the drooping poisonous plants, Youji felt a chill emanating from her that could freeze anything within a three-zhang radius.

On the third day, the two competed to see who could climb the tallest watchtower of the Ghost King Sect without using magic. Jiang Liu won, and then sat on the top of the tower, waving to the Ghost King Sect disciples practicing below, almost causing a commotion.

On the fourth day, they discovered Qinglong's pair of precious cranes and "successfully" fed the two proud cranes with spirit grains that had been laced with special ingredients, making them chase after them all over the yard. They plucked the most beautiful tail feathers and made two fans, one for their maternal grandfather and the other for their maternal grandmother.

Wan Renwang held the fan, which shimmered with light and color but faintly carried the aura of an angry and mournful crane, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

Xiao Chi was both amused and exasperated.

As for cultivation studies?

Neither of them were left behind.

Biyao had instructed that what needed to be learned must be learned.

The elder in charge who taught them the basic techniques of the Ghost King Sect was initially so angry at these two troublemakers that his beard stood on end. But later he discovered that these two were extremely talented, quick to understand, and able to apply what they learned to other situations. It was just that their personalities were... too unruly.

While reciting the mantra for calming the mind and concentrating the spirit, Jiang Liu was able to circulate his spiritual energy and use his toes to send secret signals to Jiang Nian, discussing where to go to raid bird nests after class.

To practice his art of manipulating objects, Jiang Nian controlled his small flying sword, but instead of attacking the target, he chose to hit the pebbles controlled by Jiang Liu, calling it "practice for dynamic precision."

The two of them couldn't stay idle at night either.

Fox Ridge Mountain is full of exotic flowers and herbs, poisonous insects and fierce beasts (relative to mortals), as well as various ancient restrictions and mechanisms (some of which have fallen into disrepair over the years).

They were like two little mice that had fallen into a rice jar, or rather, two young dragons that had stumbled into a treasure trove, darting to wherever there was danger and looking at whatever was interesting.

Occasionally, they might trigger some inconspicuous ancient restriction, causing a surge of spiritual energy or strange noises that would terrify the patrolling disciples, while the disciples themselves would secretly chuckle in the shadows.

Of course, the two of them knew how to maintain proper boundaries with their maternal grandparents, as well as with their true elders like Youji and Qinglong.

Despite the playful banter, the affection and closeness they shared were genuine.

Jiang Liuhui remembers that his grandfather loved to drink snow mist tea from the mountaintop, and he would secretly sneak off to the edge of the cliff to pick the tenderest bud.

When Jiang Nian noticed her grandmother coughing, she secretly saved the lung-clearing sugar pills that Linglong had given her and stuffed them under her grandmother's pillow.

Although they always wanted to lift the veil around You Ji, they were also most afraid that she would really get angry. Every time they caused trouble, if You Ji gave them a cold look, the two of them would immediately become as obedient as quails.

Although the crane tail feathers of the Azure Dragon were plucked, Jiang Liu later spent three days using spiritual power mixed with golden threads to weave an extremely beautiful and exquisite sword tassel for the Azure Dragon as an apology. The craftsmanship was so exquisite that even the Azure Dragon was amazed.

From the initial headache to the later helplessness, and finally, looking at the bright and lively (and destructive) faces of his grandsons, and listening to their crisp, mischievous laughter echoing inside and outside the solemn Ghost King Sect's main hall, the melancholy in his heart caused by sect affairs strangely dissipated a lot.

Xiao Chi was all smiles all day long. Although she had to clean up the messes behind him, she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.

You Ji remained silent, but the chill emanating from her seemed to have lessened somewhat.

Qinglong felt sorry for the crane, but at the same time, he was both amused and exasperated by the endless "creative" ideas of his grandchildren.

Every few days, Qiyun Peak would receive a thick stack of letters from the Ghost King Sect.

Sometimes it was written by ten thousand people, the handwriting so strong it seemed to penetrate the paper. It usually began with "My dear daughter Yao'er, seeing this is like seeing you in person," and then the whole thing subtly expressed "take care of your son" and "my plans for my beard/elixirs/cranes/quiet self-cultivation are deeply disturbed." But between the lines, there was also a complex emotion of "although it is so, it is quite interesting."

Sometimes it was Xiao Chi who wrote, rambling on and on about how Liu'er and Nian'er had grown taller, had bigger appetites, and were working hard at their cultivation (selectively ignoring the side effects of their "hard work"). She would describe in detail what hilarious "good deeds" they had done, and always end with the line, "Don't worry, everything is fine, and your parents are very happy."

Every time Biyao received a letter, she would read it with great excitement, slapping the table and laughing, especially when she saw her father's hesitant, frustrated, and helpless sentences.

Xiao Bai, while cracking sunflower seeds, shook his head and said, "What a terrible thing to do."

Lu Xueqi would carefully read the section about cultivation progress, nod, and occasionally point out one or two key points that needed attention, so that Biyao could mention them in her reply.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the letter, imagining the chaotic scene at the Ghost King Sect, feeling both amused and gratified.

And there's still a tiny bit of... guilt towards my parents-in-law?

Yeah, just a little bit.

"See? I told you it was the right thing to send!" Biyao proudly waved the letter. "How lively! How cheerful! My parents are overjoyed!"

Xiao Bai flicked the sunflower seed shells precisely into the winnowing basket in the distance, glancing at her sideways: "Yes, I'm so happy I've almost plucked my beard bald."

"What do you know! That's called family bliss!"

Biyao snorted, carefully putting the letter away. Her eyes darted around, and she moved closer to Jiang Xiaochuan, taking his arm. "Xiaochuan," she said, "don't you think we should go 'inspect' them? See how their 'cultivation' is going?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at his wife's bright eyes, which seemed to say "I want to go see what's going on," chuckled, and nodded.

"Alright, in a few days, once Ling'er's condition has stabilized, we'll go see her together." He paused, then added, "Remember to bring plenty of the calming herbs that Linglong prepared."

Biyao immediately beamed and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek: "Xiao Chuan is the best!"

Outside the window, the sun shines brightly.

Meanwhile, the "disaster"—or rather, the "family bliss" far away on Fox Hill must still be going on.

……

"No, I have to go check it out!"

That afternoon, Biyao slammed another letter from her mother, Xiaochi, on the table. The letter, filled with words that conveyed her "excessive liveliness" and "deep longing for Yao'er," made her eyes light up with surprising brightness.

"Look at those two brats! How 'filial' have they become to my parents!"

She grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan, who was feeding Jiang Meng rice cereal, and said, "Xiaochuan, come with me!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's hand trembled, and he almost fed the rice cereal up Jiang Meng's nose. "Me? I'll go too?"

"Of course! You're their father! It's only right that you go see how your sons are doing in their cultivation!" Biyao said matter-of-factly, then glanced at Xiaobai, who was lazily sunbathing beside her, "Fox spirit, are you going or not? Your son is here."

Xiao Bai lifted her eyelids and gave an elegant yawn: "Sure, I'm just killing time anyway. It'll be quite interesting to see what kind of mess Yao's family has been made of."

After a quick packing, the three of them took to the air and headed northwest towards Fox Ridge Mountain. Biyao's Heartbreak Flower glowed with a vibrant green light, Jiang Xiaochuan's flying sword shone with a deep blue light, and Xiaobai's feet seemed to float on clouds, her crimson robes fluttering, yet her speed was by no means slow.