Calabash Fairy

Chapter 110 Ten Years

Under Fang Yan's focused spiritual practice, ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

As the earth's veins within a thousand miles of Qingfeng Mountain were completely untangled, the spiritual energy on Qingfeng Mountain became increasingly abundant, turning the mountain into a verdant expanse. Amidst the vibrant life of the high mountain, ethereal mists drifted year-round.

When the spiritual mist encounters sunlight, it refracts a seven-colored radiance. The radiance is not dazzling, but it makes Qingfeng Mountain look like a fairy mountain.

Over the past decade, the vermilion temple on the mountaintop has expanded again, becoming increasingly majestic and solemn, with incense burning year-round.

"Dad, you look younger and younger over the years."

At this moment, in front of the mountain god temple, Yang Xiaochuan looked at Yang Sheng, whose spirit and energy were obviously much better than his own, and whose temperament was more calm and gentle, and his face was full of emotion.

His father was well past sixty, but with his current demeanor and appearance, if he stood next to his father, people might believe they were brothers...

Yang Sheng, dressed in a gray scholar's robe, put down the paper and brush in his hand and handed them to Yang Xiaochuan across from him.

"Let's begin preparations for this year's Mountain God Festival according to this instruction."

"In another ten years, the position of temple keeper will be handed over to someone else. At that time, you three brothers can discuss it yourselves and decide who will succeed me as the new temple keeper."

"A few days ago, I heard from the eldest brother that the academy seemed to have encountered some problems?"

Over the years, Yang Xiaochuan has grown a beard and his face has become increasingly serious. He is in charge of all the big and small affairs in the village, but he is not so mature when he comes to Yang Sheng.

He looked visibly troubled and couldn't help but rub his forehead, saying, "Actually, it's one of the books you left behind in the academy back then. It's a record of stories about the outer cities from our ancestors. Somehow, your great-grandson found it."

"That day, led by that kid, some children clamored to leave the village and go out to see the world."

"This is the first time something like this has happened in the village. Those kids were dragged back by their parents that very day and given a good beating. My older brother and I couldn't stop them that night, and they were all crawling on their stomachs to go to class the next day..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Sheng was speechless for a moment, realizing that the great-grandson the second brother mentioned was Yang Dongdong's first grandson.

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As life has improved over the decades, the Yang family has expanded and grown, with more than ten descendants in the eldest son's family alone, gradually establishing itself as a large family.

Although he had been cultivating on the mountain for the past ten years and had never come down, he had seen his great-grandson more than ten times. The little guy was sturdy and clever from a young age, which left a deep impression on him.

Just then, Xu Hu also came out from the right side hall of the mountain god temple, and Yang Xiaochuan greeted him immediately.

"Brother Xu Hu."

Xu Hu nodded with a smile.

The tall and muscular man had undergone a tremendous transformation during the ten years he had cultivated on Qingfeng Mountain, just like Yang Sheng. The gray hair and wrinkles that had previously appeared on his face had gradually disappeared, and he was full of energy and spirit, like a middle-aged man in his prime.

But everyone in Xiahe Village knows that this man is also nearing sixty and has become a grandfather.

"Brother Xiaochuan, I just heard you say that the children want to leave the village. What is your opinion on this?"

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Yang Xiaochuan was taken aback upon hearing this, then looked at his father, only to see that the old man was also looking at him with a serious expression.

"this..."

In fact, Yang Xiaochuan had already discussed the matter with his eldest and third brothers that day and understood the crux of the problem.

Their generation lived hand to mouth, enduring hunger and cold. From childhood, they were all repeatedly warned by their families not to leave the village, for there were monsters outside. Many families had relatives who went out to survive and never returned.

Therefore, the villagers were naturally shocked and angry when they learned that their children wanted to leave.

But these children are different. When they are born, their parents are usually alive and well, they have no worries about food and clothing, and the village of Xiahe is protected by the mountain god. The weather is always good, the granaries are full, and there have never been any natural disasters or man-made calamities.

Over the years, the village has expanded again and again, and all the livestock in the village are plump and strong, with no shortage of meat.

They had not experienced the pain of losing loved ones and could grow up peacefully under the protection of the mountain god, studying at the academy. Therefore, their thinking was fundamentally different from others, and they were full of curiosity about the outside world.

"Sigh... Father, Brother Xu Hu, I can't really explain it. You have no idea how chaotic things have been at my brother's house lately. If it weren't for him keeping things in check, who knows how much more chaotic things would have gotten..."

When Yang Dongdong arrived that day, Yang Sheng already knew the crux of the matter.

In the eyes of the adults, now that everyone is under the protection of the mountain god, they have finally ushered in good days, and these little guys are actually thinking of running away from the mountains?!

Their ancestors were forced into the mountains because they couldn't survive outside!

Yang Sheng walked slowly towards the plum blossom tree at the edge of the mountaintop, looking down at the increasingly lively and expanding Xiahe Village.

"...Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Second son, just do what you're supposed to do. The future belongs to these young people."

"Yes, Father."

If these children grow up in the future and one day decide to leave the Ten Thousand Mountains, then only with the help of the Mountain God can they do so.

However, the Mountain God and his four lesser demons have been in seclusion for five years and have not shown their faces. These matters can only be reported to the Mountain God later.

Ten years have passed, and the Qingfeng Secret Realm has continued to expand, now covering an area of ​​eight hundred zhang. Centered on the Spirit Lake, it is surrounded by spiritual mist, resembling a garden fairyland.

Above the Spirit Lake, in a pavilion, Fang Yan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened them. The dazzling starlight in his eyes gradually faded, and the illusory image of the purple-gold cloud-patterned gourd that enveloped him also disappeared.

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the secret realm and reach the dazzling Milky Way in the sky.

"Even with the help of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams diagram, it still took such a long time to deduce the Great Dao of Stars, far exceeding the previous Pure Yang Great Dao."

"Fortunately, I am now very close to the Path of Stars, lacking only that spark of inspiration..."

Fang Yan stretched out his palm, and light blue star power emerged continuously like a dazzling nebula, slowly enveloping Fang Yan's body.

Within the chaotic space of his body, the Yin-Yang Bagua diagram continued to radiate golden light, slowly rotating.

Around this image, besides the Pure Yang Sword, which is radiating pure Yang energy, there is a jet-black longbow with star patterns that has no bowstring and is shrouded in nebula.

With the Heavenly Bow absorbing the Nebula Stone, this natal magic weapon is ready to be fully completed once Fang Yan comprehends even a sliver of the Great Dao of the Stars.

"During this five-year seclusion, although my progress in alchemy and talismanic arts has slowed down, my cultivation level has increased by another fifty years. Moreover, with the help of the jade tablet left by that senior, I have successfully comprehended the fourth sword move of the Pure Yang Sword Intent."

Fang Yan smiled, dispelled the star power around him, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he sensed the three auras that were constantly brewing and rising within the secret realm.