Chapter 227 Family Growth

early morning
When the first ray of sunlight penetrates the night, awakening the sleeping earth, everything begins to wake up. The sky gradually changes from dark blue to light blue, and then slowly dyed with a touch of light gold. The air is fresh, with the sweetness of dew and the fragrance of grass and trees.

The mountains in the distance loomed in the morning light, as if covered with a mysterious veil. In the fields, dewdrops sparkled on the tips of the grass, like countless pearls shining in the sunlight.

Yunhua prepared breakfast early and the table was filled with steaming hot food.

The two children, Yang Jian and Yang Chan, sat at the table, picking up food swiftly and eating with big mouthfuls. Yun Hua sat beside them, looking at them tenderly, her face full of motherly love and satisfaction.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Yun Hua reminded softly. Yang Jian looked up and smiled at her with his mouth full of food. Yang Chan nodded obediently, and her little hands held the chopsticks more delicately.

During this warm breakfast time, a maid walked in quietly and whispered, "Madam, Mr. Jiang is here to visit."

Yunhua nodded slightly and signaled the maid to bring Jiang Ziya in, "Please ask him to come in."

The maid respectfully withdrew, and soon Jiang Ziya, led by the maid, came to the flower hall. He was dressed in a simple blue shirt, with a peaceful smile on his face, and looked calm as always.

Jiang Ziya walked into the hall, bowed to Yunhua, and then began to report: "Madam, the new store of Yang's business has opened and business is booming. At the charity hall, we have accepted a group of orphans, and now the children are learning to read and write under the guidance of the teacher."

Yunhua nodded slightly, her eyes turned to the window, looking at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and said softly: "You can make the decision on these, you don't have to report everything."

Jiang Ziya smiled slightly. He knew that Yunhua was very confident about the affairs of the business and the charity because she trusted his ability and judgment.

"Brother, you have entrusted the business and the charity to me. I will do my best to live up to your expectations." He added, "One more thing. I plan to open up a new piece of land in the south of the city to test the new farming method you mentioned last time. If it is successful, it will greatly increase grain production."

Yunhua turned around, a hint of approval in his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's all as I should." Jiang Zi smiled and asked hesitantly, "Does Senior Brother Yang Ling have any new news to send back?"

Yunhua nodded gently, with a hint of expectation and pride in her eyes: "My husband is in seclusion, he is striving for the Great Luo Dao Fruit, if everything goes well, he will be back in a few days."

Jiang Ziya was amazed when he heard this: "Brother, you are almost becoming a Golden Immortal. You are truly a role model for cultivators like me."

Yunhua smiled and said nothing more. She knew that Yang Ling had always been a genius in cultivation.

Such a fast speed of cultivation can be said to be unprecedented.

It is no exaggeration to say that there is no precedent and no successor.

Jiang Ziya was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and then he said hesitantly: "Madam, the court has borrowed grain and money many times recently, saying that it is for disaster relief, but in fact it is for the King of Shang to squander and use for war.

Now there is news that they want to borrow again. Should we... continue to lend to them?"

Yunhua's expression became solemn. She knew that this issue not only concerned the interests of the Yang family business, but might also affect the situation in Xiqi and even the entire world.

She said slowly: "We have all seen the tyranny of the Shang king, his debauchery has reached the extreme.

Although we at Yang's Company have the ability to lend food and money, we cannot help the tyrants. This time, we will not lend them any more money."

Jiang Ziya felt relieved after hearing this. He knew Yunhua's decision was just and wise. He nodded in agreement: "Madam, you are wise. I will immediately arrange for someone to handle this matter properly."

Yunhua smiled slightly, she knew Jiang Ziya would handle it properly. She stood up, looked at the sky outside the window, and prayed in her heart that Yang Ling could successfully achieve the Daluo Dao Fruit.

Jiang Ziya also stood up and said goodbye. He had to arrange for the court to borrow grain and money, and also prepare for the new field experiment in the south of the city.

Yunhua watched Jiang Ziya's back disappear out the door, then turned and walked towards the dining table.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan had almost finished eating. The two children looked at each other and smiled, then said goodbye to their mother and walked towards the study, one after the other.

Yunhua looked at their backs with a smile, and an inexplicable peace surged in her heart.

In the study, a huge picture of mountains and rivers hangs on the wall. The mountains and rivers in the painting are lifelike, as if they can jump out of the paper at any time.

Yang Jian gently touched a mountain in the picture, and the picture suddenly fluctuated. The figures of the two children gradually blurred and finally disappeared in the painting.

They came to a mysterious space, which was the inner world of the Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map. It had endless mountains and rivers and was the best place to practice martial arts.

Yang Jian found a flat mountain top and took out several crystal clear elixirs from his arms. These were brought from the Bajing Palace and were specially used for him to practice the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong.

He swallowed the elixirs one by one, closed his eyes, and felt the elixirs dissolving in his body, bringing with them a flow of heat that penetrated his limbs and bones.

After a moment, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and began to practice the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong, which was a profound technique taught by the saint of the Human Religion. It could transform the practitioner's body into a supreme alchemy furnace and elevate the physical body to the extreme.

As the technique was running, his body seemed to turn into a huge furnace, the true energy was boiling in his body, and his body became tougher and tougher in the constant tempering. Colorful light emanated from his body, enveloping him in a ball of light, beautiful and mysterious.

It was a wonderful sight of the interaction between the medicinal power of the elixir and the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong. His body gradually became transparent in the light, as if it had turned into pure energy.

At this moment, a dragon roar broke the silence, and the black dragon Ao Ming flew from the distant clouds and landed opposite Yang Jian.

There was a gleam of wisdom in his dragon eyes as he examined Yang Jian's cultivation status.

Watching the two little masters practice is one of his current tasks.

"My young master, your cultivation has improved a lot. Why don't we have a fight to better temper your body."

When Yang Jian heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He knew that sparring with Ao Ming would not only hone his fighting skills, but also accelerate the tempering of his spiritual power in fierce battles.

He nodded and showed a happy smile: "Okay, then let me test my strength."

As he spoke, the colorful light on Yang Jian's body became brighter, and Ao Ming turned into a human form. The dragon scales on his body shone with black light, and there was also a black dragon shadow hovering above him.

Yang Jian's figure was like a flash of lightning, and in an instant he started the battle with Ao Ming. His fists were fierce, his footsteps were powerful, and every attack was as powerful as thunder, as if he wanted to completely suppress his opponent.

Ao Ming's figure was like a mist, always able to dodge Yang Jian's attack at the moment. His movements seemed leisurely, but he always dodged Yang Jian's fierce attack just in time.

"Young Master, you can be even faster." Ao Ming cast provocative glances from time to time while dodging, with a hint of teasing in his voice, "With your speed, I'm afraid you can't even touch the dragon scales on my body."

When Yang Jian heard these words, he was excited, and his eyes flashed with a more blazing fighting spirit. He no longer held back, and his Qi surged wildly in his body, raising the speed and power of his punches and kicks to a higher level.

For a moment, the air was filled with the whistling sound of Yang Jian's fists. His fist shadows were heavy, and his footsteps were like war drums, and every step seemed to crush the earth.

However, Ao Ming remained calm. His figure shuttled through Yang Jian's attacks, occasionally counterattacking. Each of his attacks was extremely precise, as if he could see through Yang Jian's every move.

"Young Master, your attack is still too slow." Ao Ming's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of approval in his tone, "However, your progress is indeed very fast. It seems that I have to be more serious."

When Yang Jian heard this, his heart tightened. He knew that Ao Ming's next attack would be even more fierce. As expected, Ao Ming's figure suddenly accelerated, and the black dragon shadow rolled with it, bringing up gusts of wind.

In a close combat, Yang Jian almost used up all his strength, but Ao Ming found a flaw in an instant. Ao Ming's palm was like a heavy hammer, slamming towards Yang Jian's chest.

Yang Jian was startled and quickly practiced the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong, concentrating all the energy in his body in front of his chest, forming a solid defense.

With a loud bang, Ao Ming's palm hit Yang Jian's true qi protection, making a sound of metal clashing.

Yang Jian only felt a huge force rushing towards him, his body flew backwards involuntarily, and the rocks under his feet were shattered.

But Yang Jian was not injured. The defensive power of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong was indeed extraordinary. He steadied his body, took a deep breath, and a determined expression appeared on his face.

Seeing Yang Jian stabilize his body, Ao Ming couldn't help but reveal a hint of appreciation. However, his offensive did not weaken at all. His figure flashed again, like a black lightning, and rushed towards Yang Jian.

"Young master, you have consumed so much magic power just now. You should have very little magic power left now, right? How many of these attacks can you still block?" Ao Ming's voice was full of provocation, and his palm wind swept over again, striving to hit the target with one blow.

Yang Jian just smiled slightly, his eyes full of confidence and calmness, "Ao Ming, you underestimate me too much. Who said that I have very little mana left? The mana I just consumed is just a drop in the bucket for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a brighter light suddenly burst out around Yang Jian's body. It was the power of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong boiling in his body, and his magic power was so strong that it was unimaginable.

The Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong is a magical skill that is unmatched in terms of its power.

Moreover, ever since Yang Jian cultivated to the fourth level of Yuan Gong, his magic power has been endless and inexhaustible, just like a spring that never dries up and is constantly flowing.

When Ao Ming saw this, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He didn't expect that Yang Jian actually had such a trump card.

But he was no pushover, the dragon's fighting instinct made him even more excited, and his attack became more ferocious.

The fight between the two men intensified in the inner world of the Wanli Mountains and Rivers Map. The sound of fists and palms clashing was as endless as thunder. The mountains and rivers were shaking because of their fight, and the waves were magnificent.

Yang Jian's punches were getting faster and faster, and each punch was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, while Ao Ming used softness to overcome hardness. His body moved nimbly in the wind of Yang Jian's fists, and each counterattack was aimed directly at Yang Jian's vital points.

As time went on, the battle between the two became more intense, but no matter how Ao Ming attacked, Yang Jian could always rely on the powerful recovery ability and magic support of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong to resist steadily.

Finally, in a collision of force, Ao Ming was knocked back by Yang Jian's power. His footsteps left a deep mark on the ground, but a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, young master, your strength is already comparable to that of a Golden Immortal." Ao Ming said approvingly, secretly putting his hands, which were numbed by the shock, behind his back.

Yang Jian also breathed slightly. He felt his own progress and at the same time had a new understanding of Ao Ming's strength.

This dragon clan master is also very powerful among the Golden Immortals, especially in close combat.

Now he has learned all these skills and integrated them into his mind.

Yang Jian was very satisfied with this. He looked at Ao Ming and said, "Your martial arts are very strong. Every time I spar with you, I can feel your great progress. How about we spar every day from tomorrow?"

Ao Ming secretly groaned in his heart when he heard this. Although he was a dragon, he was no longer a brave and aggressive young man. The daily sparring was also a big burden for him.

He quickly suggested, "Young Master, martial arts training must be gradual. You can't chew too much if you bite off more than you can chew. Why don't we practice once every seven days, so that you have more time to digest and comprehend."

After hearing this, Yang Jian showed a dissatisfied look on his face: "Once every seven days is too little, I feel like I am making great progress every day.

How about this, we practice once every three days, which is not too frequent and can ensure that I have enough time to practice. "

Ao Ming had no choice but to nod in agreement, secretly regretting why he had suggested the sparring in the first place.

But on second thought, the young master has unlimited potential, and will surely become a great man in the future. If I establish a good relationship with him now, I will be able to benefit from it in the future.

"Okay, young master, since you insist, we will practice together every three days. However, you must also pay attention to rest and don't overwork." Ao Ming said helplessly, but he was thinking in his heart how to adjust his state so that he could cope with the next practice.

Yang Jian was overjoyed when he saw Ao Ming agreed. He was full of gratitude to this dragon master under his father's command.

"Ao Ming, don't worry, I will pay attention. Moreover, apart from practicing, I will also study carefully every move and every form we use in our competition, and strive to make progress every time." Yang Jian said confidently.

On the other side, Yang Chan was also practicing in a valley.

This valley seems like an emerald carefully carved by nature, hidden in the embrace of the mountains.

The scenery is peaceful and mysterious, like a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

The valley is lush and green, with tall trees and low shrubs intertwined to form dense forests.

The sun shines through the treetops, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of mystery to the valley. The leaves sway gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, accompanied by the gurgling sound of the stream in the distance, forming a natural symphony.

The air in the valley is fresh and pleasant, rich in the aroma of plants and the fragrance of soil. Take a deep breath and you will feel the purification and relaxation of your body and mind.

Occasionally, a mountain breeze blows by, bringing a hint of coolness and refreshing people.

Deep in the valley, a clear stream meanders, with a few fallen leaves floating on the water, gently spinning with the current. Beside the stream, colorful wild flowers bloom, adding a touch of bright color to this green world.

Yang Chan sat cross-legged on the bluestone beside the stream, her hands gently placed on her knees, her eyes slightly closed, as if she was concentrating on practicing. However, after a moment, her brows slightly furrowed, showing an absent-minded look.

Her eyes began to wander around. The colorful flowers and dancing butterflies seemed to attract her attention more than practicing with her eyes closed.

Finally, she couldn't help but stand up, walked lightly to a bunch of blooming wild flowers, reached out to pick one, and looked at it carefully.

Yang Chan had a naughty smile on her face. She pinned the wild flowers behind her ears and began to chase the butterflies. Her figure shuttled among the flowers like a cheerful elf.

At this moment, a light breeze blew, carrying with it an otherworldly aura. A gorgeous woman slowly descended into the valley.

Her eyes fell on the playful figure, her brows slightly furrowed, yet with a hint of helpless doting.

"Chan'er, didn't you say you wanted to practice well? Why did you come here to catch butterflies again?" Yunhua's voice was gentle yet somewhat reproachful.

Yang Chan heard the voice, looked back, and saw her mother standing there, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She pursed her lips, trotted over, took Yunhua's hand and said: "Mom, the flowers and butterflies here are so beautiful, I just want to play for a while."

Yun Hua shook his head gently, his eyes revealing determination: "Chan'er, you need to concentrate on the path of cultivation. If you are always distracted like this, how can you achieve anything? Go back quickly and settle down to cultivate."

Yang Chan had no choice but to let go of her hand and obediently returned to the bluestone to sit cross-legged. She closed her eyes and forced herself to enter a state of cultivation.

However, after a while, she couldn't help but open one eye to take a peek, and happened to meet Yunhua's eyes that were full of concern and seriousness.

Yang Chan was startled and quickly closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, thinking: "My mother's eyes are so powerful, nothing can be hidden from her."

Yunhua looked at her daughter's well-behaved appearance and a smile appeared on her lips.

She knew that Yang Chan was gifted, but her personality was too lively. If she could concentrate on her cultivation, she would surely become a great master in the future.

Yunhua stood quietly by the side, reminding Yang Chan from time to time with her eyes, asking her not to be distracted. Although Yang Chan was a little unwilling, she knew that her mother was doing it for her own good, so she tried her best to immerse herself in cultivation.

As time passed, Yang Chan gradually felt the mystery of cultivation, and the impatience in her heart was replaced by a mysterious feeling.

She began to truly enter a state of cultivation. Everything around her seemed to have faded away, leaving only her and that mysterious aura blending with each other.

Yunhua felt relieved when he saw this.

She knew that as long as Yang Chan could calm down, her cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds. She gently stepped back, no longer disturbing her daughter, but quietly guarding her from the side.

After a long time, Yang Chan slowly opened her eyes. Her body seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo. The air around her body was filled with the rhythm of Taoism. Faintly, blooming fairy flowers seemed to emerge in the void. They rotated lightly in the air, and then turned into flower rain that slowly fell and sprinkled on Yang Chan's shoulders. It was very beautiful.

Yun Hua looked at this scene with relief and satisfaction in her eyes. She nodded slightly and said softly, "Chan'er, you are very talented and have excellent aptitude. The magical power your father taught you is just right for you. It seems that you have already gained some understanding of it."

Hearing this, Yang Chan showed a shy smile on her face. She lowered her head a little embarrassedly and said softly, "Mother, I was distracted just now. It was only because you reminded me that I was able to get into the state. I have only slightly understood this magical power. Please give me more guidance."

Yun Hua smiled slightly, walked forward, gently stroked the top of Yang Chan's head, and said encouragingly: "Chan'er, the most important thing on the road of cultivation is the state of mind. It is not easy for you to gain some insights today. Remember, no matter when, you must keep a calm mind, so that you can better understand the way of cultivation."

Yang Chan nodded, her eyes sparkling with desire for the future and love for cultivation. She knew that her achievements today were inseparable from her parents' teachings and her own efforts.

"Thank you, mother. I will remember it." Yang Chan said respectfully, and then returned to her concentrated state of cultivation. She wanted to integrate today's insights more deeply into her heart and lay a solid foundation for future cultivation.

Yunhua felt pleased when she saw her daughter practicing seriously.

She knew that with this step today, Yang Chan's future path would be broader, and she would be able to go further on the path of cultivation and reach a new height.

Yunhua's figure shuttled across the vast map of mountains and rivers. Her steps were steady and powerful, and each step contained a profound Taoist charm.

Her target was clear: it was a barren Gobi desert that no one cared about, perfect for her next move.

In the Gobi Desert, the wind and sand were raging, and the sky and earth were filled with a desolate atmosphere. Yunhua stood still, her eyes firm, and she took out a magic sword from her bosom.

This immortal sword was completely black, with a faint glow of blood flowing on the sword body, emitting a heart-pounding aura. It was the Avici Immortal Sword.

Legend has it that this magic sword is a divine weapon that Yang Ling snatched from the ancestor of the Styx. It can kill people without being affected by cause and effect and its power is unparalleled.

However, the Avici Sword is bloodthirsty in nature. Once it is unsheathed, rivers of blood will flow, making it difficult to control.

Yunhua's face was solemn, she knew that she was about to face a battle with the immortal sword.

She held the immortal sword in her hand and slowly poured her inner strength into the sword. The blood light on the sword became brighter and brighter, as if countless wailing sounds were echoing in the sword.

The evil spirit around her began to gather and linger around Yunhua. She seemed to have become an insurmountable storm in the Gobi Desert, cold and aloof.

Yunhua took a deep breath, and her hands began to form seals, with complex sword moves jumping on her fingertips.

As the sound of her silent chanting became louder and louder, a powerful sword intent surged out of her body and transformed into a sword beam that shot straight into the sky.

She was performing the Grass Sword Technique, an ancient and powerful sword technique. Each sword move contained the power of nature and was extremely powerful.

As the sword moves, the sky and the earth change color, and the wind and sand in the Gobi Desert become still.

Yunhua's figure became clearer in the sword light. Her eyes were as cold as a sword. She swung the sword and the sword light pierced through the void.

With a loud rumbling sound, nineteen mountain peaks broke off, like kites with broken strings, collapsing one after another, and dust flew everywhere, raising a sky full of sand.

Yun Hua's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every sword seemed to cut the sky and the earth apart.

The Avici Sword exerted astonishing power in her hands, but her expression remained consistent, without the slightest fluctuation.

The dust on the Gobi Desert gradually settled, Yunhua sheathed her sword, and the evil spirit around her dissipated.

Yunhua slowly sat cross-legged on a flat boulder and gently placed the Avici Sword, which was emitting a cold light, on his knees.

She took a deep breath, formed seals with her hands, and began to circulate her magic power. Layers of light blue light poured out from her palms and slowly wrapped around the sword.

With the infusion of Yunhua's magic power, the blood light on the immortal sword gradually dimmed and was washed away by layers of clear magic power.

The magical sword seemed to come to life, trembling slightly, as if resisting, yet welcoming, this purification.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Yunhua's forehead. She knew that the Avici Immortal Sword contained forty-four innate restrictions. Each restriction was like a powerful enemy. She needed to imprint them one by one with the mark of her soul in order to truly subdue the sword.

She has already practiced thirty-two restrictions, and each time she has practiced them is like a fierce battle with the restrictions in the sword.

Now, each of the remaining twelve restrictions is more powerful and more difficult to control than the previous one.

Yunhua closed her eyes, her consciousness sank into the sword, communicating with the spirit of the Avici Sword. She felt the surging evil spirit contained in the sword, as well as the hidden forbidden power.

Her spirit transformed into a ray of light and surrounded the sword spirit, beginning the long ritual process.

One after another, the marks of the soul condensed into shape and were slowly imprinted into the restrictions in the sword.

Every time a restriction was imprinted, an intense light would burst out from the immortal sword, as if it was resisting, but also as if it was accepting the new master.

Yunhua’s face grew paler, but her expression was extremely firm, without a trace of retreat.

Time passed by bit by bit, and refining the immortal sword consumed a huge amount of her energy. Now, she felt exhausted, but she knew that she couldn't stop at this moment.

She gritted her teeth and continued to inject her spiritual power into the sword, fighting a final battle with those stubborn restrictions.

Every time a ban was branded, the blood light on the Avici Sword would weaken a little, and Yunhua's aura would become stronger.

……

　Evil spirits, flesh Buddhas, treacherous ways, and clay fairies.

　　Weird heaven, bizarre creatures, strange sequences, and an abstract world.

　　Buddha does not save people, Taoists do not cultivate oneself, and immortals do not become immortals.

　　This is both paradise and hell.

　　Qin Mu just went downstairs, but he stepped into this world.

　　A pair of wise eyes can see through layers of puzzles.

　　Looking back, I am no longer a human being.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)