I fought back after reselling my engagement

Around noon, Su Zhen pestered Uncle Hua to take her to the ancestral hall. She burned incense respectfully, performed the ceremony, and said with a serious expression: "Uncle Hua, you are really a descendant of immortals. I will prove it to you."

When Uncle Hua turned around, he saw Su Zhen raising his hand and waving it. A silver-green light condensed from his hand and hit the painting. The box in the ancestor's hand in the painting flew out of the painting, and after shining with golden light, it turned into a big box.

Su Zhen said, "Look, you don't believe me. Only the descendants of the ancestor of painting can open this box." She pointed to a place and said, "Drip your blood to recognize your master. From now on, only you can open it."

Uncle Hua wondered if the box in the painting could become real?

Is this really a treasure?

"I'll call my brother."

Su Zhen said: "He can't recognize the master, he has not been able to awaken the immortal bloodline. In your family, you, Brother Hua, and Hua Ling'er are the only ones who have awakened the immortal bloodline, and you are the oldest, so it is best for you to recognize the master and awaken it."

She moved her steps and glanced at Uncle Hua. "Actually, I'm older than you expected."

"You...are really several thousand years old?"

Su Zhen smiled but said nothing.

She is only in her twenties, but I'm afraid no one would believe it, as she looks no more than seventeen.

Su Zhen tapped the lock on the box again, "The blood of your index finger can be used to identify the owner here. Uncle Hua, when you get the inheritance and magic of your ancestors, can you tell me how to refine calligraphy, paintings and poems into magic weapons? Thank you very much."

She walked out of the ancestral hall and took a few steps when she felt a shining light behind her. This meant that the master had been recognized successfully. Uncle Hua took the box. She didn't know what was inside and she couldn't ask.

At noon, Uncle Hua did not come out to eat, saying that he was still painting in the house.

Su Zhen knew that he had opened the box and learned his family's secret.

Su Zhen said that he ate too much in the morning and didn't have lunch.

After nightfall, Uncle Hua called his son Hua Dalang to his room. Hua Dalang stayed in there for an hour before coming out. When he came out, he had an excited look on his face and a storage bag on his waist. Needless to say, this storage bag was taken out of the box and given to him by Uncle Hua.

Not long after Hua Dalang left, Hua Ling'er went into Hua Ershu's room and came out after the same hour.

Hua Ling'er came out of her second uncle Hua's room and knocked on Su Zhen's door.

After she came in, Su Zhen poured her some water.

Hua Ling'er asked: "You...are you an immortal?"

Su Zhen paused for a moment and nodded.

Hua Ling'er asked, "Are our family descendants of the ancestor of painting?"

Su Zhen nodded again.

"How do you know?" Hua Ling'er asked.

Su Zhen sighed, "My ancestor is the God of Wealth, and we are all immortals, so I naturally know more than others."

Hua Ling'er pondered: What she said today seemed like a joke and nonsense, but it turned out to be all true.

Hua Ling'er took out a piece of immortal crystal and asked, "Do you recognize this?"

Su Zhen touched two spiritual stones and snatched the immortal crystals into his hands, looking like he treasured them very much. "Good Ling'er, please exchange a few more for me. Yours is a top-grade spiritual stone, and mine is a medium-grade spiritual stone. I can exchange it with you for magic weapons and elixirs."

"All the elixirs left by my ancestors are spoiled. I heard that if you want to retreat before building your foundation, you have to use the Bigu Pill. Do you have the Bigu Pill? I will exchange it with you for the best spirit stone."

Su Zhen nodded and took out two glass bottles of fasting pills, each bottle containing fifty pills.

Hua Ling'er took out a pile of fairy crystals, as many as thirty pieces.

Su Zhen accepted the immortal crystal. She had always wanted to find the immortal crystal. Now she had it. She could use it for cultivation in the future and to improve her cultivation.

"I also have Soul-Replenishing Pills and Foundation-Strengthening Pills, from the first to the seventh grades."

Su Zhen took out a box, which was full of pill bottles, each with a label.

Hua Ling'er held up the box and said, "I've given you all my spiritual stones. I'll ask my second uncle to get some more."

She doesn't take advantage of others.

Hua Ling'er went into Uncle Hua's room, and when she came back, she gave Su Zhen three hundred fairy crystals.

This is true!

One piece of fairy crystal could exchange for all the things she took out.

Su Zhen took out a few more magic weapons, including boots, spiritual-level treasured clothes, and head ornaments and hairpins, and explained their respective uses.

Hua Ling'er picked out a few pieces and took the boxes to look for her uncle.

She was finally certain that the ancestor of painting had left behind inheritance and immortal crystals for future generations, but all the elixirs had expired. The magic weapons could only be refined by future generations themselves, because this was the tradition and rule of their school.

Not long after, Hua Ling'er came again and gave Su Zhen a thousand fairy crystals.

Su Zhen still accepted it.

If it weren't for her, the painter wouldn't have used the treasure even if he had it. It was she who took out the inheritance box in the painting.

Su Zhen said: "Your family's top-grade spirit stones are too precious. If others covet them, it will bring disaster. Never show them to others again. Nowadays, even low-grade and medium-grade spirit stones are extremely rare in the world. Do you know that one low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for ten taels of gold, one low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for ten medium-grade spirit stones, and one top-grade spirit stone is equal to ten thousand low-grade spirit stones..."

Hua Ling'er listened to what was said in front of them, saying it was for their own good, "It's one thousand yuan."

"You obviously miscalculated." Su Zhen counted on his fingers, "Low-grade has one zero, medium-grade has two zeros, high-grade has three zeros, and top-grade has four zeros, that's ten thousand times. One top-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred thousand gold. Tell Uncle Hua that top-grade spirit stones can help you ascend and advance. You can absorb them before you ascend, but don't take them out again. I will give you some low-grade spirit stones. Your brother and you had better not carry these things. You must not let anyone know that you have top-grade spirit stones. It's a crime to possess a treasure. Do you understand?"

Su Zhen took out a pile of spirit stones, about ten thousand in total.

Hua Ling'er accepted it and went to find her second uncle.

When Hua Ling'er came back, "My second uncle said that he will not take this thing out again in the future. Thank you for reminding me."

Our ancestors were really like that. They didn't explain much and only gave them a few pages of instructions, leaving them unaware of anything.

Hua Ling'er sat at the table, "The cultivation method of our clan is different from that of ordinary people. All magic weapons must be refined by ourselves. I have read the instructions for refining magic weapons. My second uncle asked me to come here and tell you the method of refining magic weapons of our sect."

Painting is a branch of Confucianism. To become a great painter, one has to create a painting school and style, just like the sword sect and the martial arts sect have to create their own martial arts. Their magic weapon is the painting they created when they successfully founded their school. After the painting is successfully refined, it can be used as a magic weapon. As for the specific operation, there are a hundred ways for a hundred people.

Su Zhen told Hua Ling'er the root cause of the disaster that had occurred three thousand six hundred years ago, and also told her some things that Hua Ling'er didn't know.

Hua Ling'er listened very carefully. They didn't know these things. If they rashly did evil, they would be punished by the law of nature. The rules were even stricter for the immortals.

Su Zhen talked for a long time, "I'm going to go to the family selling embroidery on the street tomorrow."

"You mean the Rong family?"

"Yes, her family is the descendants of the immortals. I came into the world this time to enlighten the descendants of the immortals and stop them from living in confusion."

Hua Ling'er immediately felt that she was the same as Su Zhen, except that Su Zhen's elders were still alive and knew more than them.

"Grandma Rong has two granddaughters. It's strange to say that their family has always had more daughters than daughters, and the embroidery skills are passed down to daughters instead of sons.

Granny Rong had only one daughter. She married a son-in-law who was a gangster. After giving birth to the sisters Rong Qiaozhen and Rong Qiaoxiu, he said he was going to venture into the world and never came back.