Yunmeng Immortal Clan

Juxian Village.

When Aqing saw Song Daoxuan wake up, she was immediately taken aback.

Aqing quickly walked towards Song Daoxuan: "You're awake. My name is Aqing. What's your name?"

Upon hearing the sound, Song Daoxuan sat up in bed and stared at the woman.

This woman's eyebrows are shaped like distant mountains shrouded in mist, beautiful and graceful. Her eyes are like stars, with long eyelashes and a delicate nose.

Her hair was lightly tied up, her dark locks reaching her temples.

This person's appearance was like a bright, flawless moon in this mountain valley.

However, they were only dressed in ordinary coarse linen clothes. In the entire Dali Dynasty, such clothing was generally the attire of people from the lower classes. After all, apart from these people who were cultivators of the upper class and held an unparalleled position in the secular world, living an incomparably good life.

In this world of cultivation, apart from the wealthy and powerful who possess the majority of worldly wealth, more than 80% of ordinary mortals are often living in dire straits.

For some reason, Song Daoxuan subconsciously unleashed his divine sense and scanned the woman.

He had assumed that this woman was just an ordinary person without any spiritual roots, after all, looking around at the place where he lived, it was nothing more than an earthen house where farmers of the Great Li Dynasty lived.

But at that moment, two orbs of light flickered within the woman's crown chakra.

In the world of cultivation, cultivators can easily perceive the innate qualities and aptitude of those with no cultivation by using their divine sense.

However, once one embarks on the path of immortality and their spiritual roots are activated, even high-level cultivators would likely be unable to discern their spiritual root aptitude at a glance unless they were deliberately probing it at close range.

"Two orbs of light... Could this woman possess the rare talent of an earth-spirited root? With such talent, it would be a disgrace to her abilities if she didn't cultivate the immortal path." Thinking of this, Song Daoxuan began to consider recruiting this talented individual.

With this woman's talent, as long as she is taught the methods of cultivation, it is inevitable that she will reach the Foundation Establishment stage. If she has some good fortune in the future and works hard, she may even have a chance to reach the Core Formation stage.

"I now hold a slightly higher position in the family, serving as the family's law enforcement elder. I have already cultivated to the Foundation Establishment stage and am expected to live to be two hundred years old. Although the Qi Refining cultivators like Song Daoxu in the family can be of use to me for the time being, they are ultimately just old and feeble passersby to me..."

At this moment, Song Daoxuan had already considered taking her as a disciple, but whether this woman truly possessed the aptitude of an earth spirit root still required him to observe her closely.

"You're being unreasonable. I asked you your name!" Ah Qing asked, puffing out her cheeks, when she saw Song Daoxuan looking a little dazed.

"Oh! Miss Aqing, I was rude. Just call me Daoxuan..." Song Daoxuan did not reveal his surname. This was not because he wanted to hold back from the girl in front of him, but simply because it was a habit he had developed while traveling in the world of cultivation.

"By the way, I must also thank Ah Qing for saving my life. I will be staying here for a few more days. Such a great favor will surely be repaid in the future!"

"What a rare name, haha. Let's not talk about that for now. You should rest and recuperate. At least you don't mind the simple house, so we'll have food to eat!" After saying that, Ah Qing left the place.

After Aqing left, Song Daoxuan got up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and assumed the posture of facing the sky.

Song Daoxuan felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this place.

They discovered that the spiritual energy suspended between heaven and earth was just countless tiny specks, not yet connected into strands of silk.

This proves that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this place is very thin.

Song Daoxuan was seriously injured in his previous battle with the red-robed cultivator. Relying on the innate advantages of cultivators, Song Daoxuan's body now has those originally shocking wounds.

After sleeping in bed for just a few days, the wounds began to scab over.

Aqing's parents, brother, and she took turns caring for her, and they were secretly amazed at how quickly Song Daoxuan's injuries healed.

However, only Song Daoxuan himself knew the extent of his injuries. Although his physical appearance seemed to have healed, he had suffered several blows from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. He was far from being able to recover easily, and he also suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Even if he takes healing pills and uses spirit stones from his storage bag to recover quickly, it would take him at least a year or two to regain his previous peak fighting condition.

"Ah Qing, come out!" Upon hearing this voice, Ah Qing went over.

The father and brother each carried a wild boar on their shoulders and a pheasant in their hands.

"Father, elder brother, I never imagined you would reap such a rich harvest!"

"Ah Qing, cook this pheasant tonight, and give this young man a good boost!" Ah Qing's brother said excitedly, glancing at Song Daoxuan, who had already gotten up and was standing in front of the door.

Song Daoxuan greeted the group and expressed his gratitude to them.

"Brother Xuan, why are you out here? Your injuries haven't healed yet!" Aqing said with some dissatisfaction upon seeing Song Daoxuan.

Song Daoxuan, unable to resist, had no choice but to obediently return to his bed in the room and lie down.

And so, day after day, under the care of Aqing's family, Song Daoxuan settled down in Juxian Village.

Once his external injuries had healed, Song Daoxuan got up and helped Aqing's family with some physical labor, including chopping wood, carrying water, and plowing the fields.

Every time Song Daoxuan went up the mountain with A Qing's father and brother, they were able to hunt some wild game.

Aqing's family kept some for food, and sold the rest at the town's market.

Song Daoxuan's arrival not only did not burden the originally impoverished Aqing family, but also greatly improved their lives, bringing them a significant increase in income.

Six months later, it was late autumn.

Song Daoxuan meditated and recovered in a separate room, closing his eyes to rest.

Aqing's father and brother went up the mountain to gather some firewood in preparation for the upcoming winter.

Song Daoxuan had his eyes closed when he suddenly opened them wide, as if his divine sense had sensed something.

Several figures suddenly appeared around the house.

One of them was the landlord of Dongcun, Landlord Shen.

When Landlord Shen saw Aqing's father and brother going up the mountain in the morning, he planned to take this opportunity to lead his men into the village.

Then, a cry for help came from the house next door.

On the bed, Aqing's hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was gagged with coarse cloth.

Aqing's eyes were filled with despair.

It was clear that the landlord's evil claws were about to cling to A Qing's delicate body.