Cultivating a family of immortals

The local soldier nodded and said, "He came early this morning. I asked him, and he said he wanted to become a servant in my household, even if it meant starting as a menial laborer."

Xu Wanghe, wearing a coat and carrying a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, walked out of the side room.

"Go tell him that the Ma family has few connections, and I can't bear to see him cultivate immortality. If war breaks out in the future, we can't let the Ma family line end."

The local militiamen hurriedly went to report back.

Li Rongping also got up, came out of the room, sighed, and said:

"No new members with spiritual roots have been added to Qingping Mountain Village in the past two years. Why are you unwilling to take him in?"

Xu Wanghe shook his head and said, "That Ma Chunwang is narrow-minded. I don't know what he said to his wife, or what she said to this boy. If we take him in, teach him immortal techniques, and raise him to adulthood, what if he turns out to be an ungrateful wretch?"

Li Rongping said, "Judging from the opinion of him, the [Five Elements Spirit Guiding Technique] is too ordinary. Even if we teach it to him, if he has other ideas in the future, his cultivation will only be so-so. Why should we fear the future?"

Xu Wanghe, sipping his tea, spat out a tea leaf upon hearing this and turned to say, "That's a woman's view. Even if his cultivation technique is ordinary, he can still reach the Nascent Soul stage. If Chang Le has a few more children, Guan Yi will also get married in the future. Young children are weak and helpless, yet they can pose a threat to ordinary people, let alone cultivators who have already entered the Nascent Soul stage."

"To put it bluntly, Ma Chunwang's case was, for him, a blood feud over the murder of his father!"

"We must not be lenient in this matter, lest it lead to a major disaster."

Li Rongping found this reasonable and decided not to say anything more.

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Outside the door, three-year-old Ma Xiaoman knelt in the snow and ice. Although she was wearing an old sheepskin coat, her face was still red from the cold and her body was trembling.

Upon seeing this, the local militiamen sighed and said:

"Go back and tell your mother that the garrison doesn't intend to take you in. Don't waste your time here. If you catch a cold, it will be too late to regret it later."

Because Ma Xiaoman was born with spiritual roots, she was naturally precocious. Stubbornly, she kept quiet and remained kneeling without moving.

Seeing this, the local militia had no choice but to let him kneel. After thinking it over, they decided to let him kneel.

However, when the villagers who passed by the Xu residence saw this, they initially looked at the boy with cold indifference and mockery. But after Ma Xiaoman knelt for several days, the villagers felt a little pity for him.

"Ma Chunwang committed such a grave mistake, but it has nothing to do with this child. I heard he has developed spiritual roots, so why won't the garrison accept him?"

"It's pitiful. Such a small child, kneeling at the door all day long, covered in snow, he looks like a little snowman."

"I don't know what they were thinking..."

"Shut up, watch your words!"

Inside the Xu residence, Xu Wanghe also frowned deeply at this matter.

How is this any different from the forced abdication described in storybooks?

This matter was relayed to the secret room by Li Rongping, and Xu Guanyi felt pity again and wanted to persuade his father to accept it.

But Xu Changle snorted coldly upon hearing this and said:

"Mother, tell Father to inform that woman from the Ma family that if she sends her son to kneel at the gate of my Xu residence again, she will face the consequences. I will sneak out tonight and kill that boy!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Guanyi hesitated to offer any words of dissuasion.

Li Rongping left the dark room and pondered:

"Chang Le has always been decisive, even more so than his father. This matter should be handled in this way."

So he found Xu Wanghe and told him about Xu Changle's idea.

Xu Wanghe lay on the recliner, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded.

He then summoned a village soldier to inform Zhang Aqin.

Zhang Aqin, who had already buried Ma Chunwang, was dressed in coarse linen mourning clothes. Upon hearing the village soldiers talk about this, she immediately said:

"Please tell the garrison commander that Xiaoman has developed spiritual roots and is incredibly intelligent. He is determined to cultivate immortality, and I cannot stop him. As for the consequences... I don't care. Surely the garrison commander can't kill my son?"

"What are you saying?" The village soldier who delivered the message immediately turned cold upon hearing this. "Old Ma embezzled the Green Wood Powder, causing the garrison to lose such a large area of ​​spiritual seedlings. The garrison was kind and distributed monthly stipends to the villagers as well. Old Ma felt ashamed and committed suicide. What does that have to do with the garrison? Now you're sending Ma Xiaoman to kneel at the garrison's doorstep. In the long run, what will the villagers say about the garrison?"

Zhang Aqin sneered inwardly, but said without changing her expression, "I said, it was my son who insisted on taking over the post, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"You!" The village soldier pointed at her face, not knowing what to say, and simply turned and left.

Zhang Aqin stared at the village soldiers' figures, remained silent for a moment, and then took out a stack of papers from her bosom.

The paper was covered in crimson, with words written on it in blood.

"So you're threatening me now? Chunwang's death was indeed caused by your Xu family. My son, don't be afraid. If you die soon, I won't live either. Before I die, I've written down the whole story on these papers. I'll distribute them to the villagers, and Heaven will judge the truth."

Upon hearing the report from the local militia at the Xu residence, Xu Wanghe flew into a rage, exclaiming, "What a vicious woman! Do you think I don't know what she's thinking?"

The local militiaman sighed, "We still need to be careful while stationed here. Even if we deal with her and the child, rumors will still spread, which is even worse."

Xu Wanghe hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Just then, a furious curse suddenly came from outside the door, the voice extremely filthy.

Xu Wanghe raised an eyebrow, overjoyed.

………………

For the past two years, Sun Erzhu has been living in a daze, spending his days drinking and dragging the village soldier who serves him around the village looking for his son.

The village soldier was initially dissatisfied with being assigned to look after the madman, but the Xu family gave him double the monthly allowance. In addition, there was no heavy work involved in looking after Sun Erzhu. He could eat and drink as he pleased, and if he got dirty, they would boil a pot of water for him to wash himself. It wasn't a big deal.

After two years, he became extremely satisfied with the job.

Today, Sun Erzhu drank another jar of wine. The local soldiers ate with him at home. Only then did Sun Erzhu get up unsteadily and say, "Dazhuang... no, where is Jinglei? I'll go find him. It's getting dark soon, I need to bring him back for dinner."

"Alright, Brother Sun, let's go find it."

The local soldiers helped him out, and they wandered around the village.

After dinner, the soldiers would stroll around for a while, enjoying themselves immensely.

However, today, Sun Erzhu has moved to guard his own doorstep.

The local soldiers immediately straightened up, putting on a dutiful act as they helped Sun Erzhu up.

Sun Erzhu would visit the Xu residence every few dozen days, chat with Xu Wanghe drunkenly about Xu Jinglei, and then respectfully leave.

Xu Wanghe was also helpless, so he just chatted with him every time.

When Sun Erzhu arrived today, before he even entered the door, he saw a small snowman standing at the entrance.

He shook his head and stepped forward, kicking the snowman to the ground.

"Where did this filthy brat come from? He looks so young, but he seems like a little bastard!"

Ma Xiaoman was kicked to the ground, writhing in pain, staring blankly at the madman in front of her.

"What are you looking at? I'll gouge out your eyes and soak them in alcohol to drink!"

Ma Xiaoman stubbornly ignored him and knelt down again.

Sun Erzhu frowned, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Old Wu, look! This wild thing looks pretty good. Come with me, grab it, take it home, soak it in a vat of wine, and we can drink it in a few months!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab it.