Chaos Spirit Field

On a dark, windy night, a petite figure with eerie movements quietly sneaked into the kitchen of the Yang residence. Who is this mysterious figure? What is his purpose in coming?

Curiosity got the better of Yang Xiao'e, so she tiptoed to the window and peeked in. To her surprise, the intruder was her second son, Zhao Shanhe! Yang Xiao'e didn't make a sound to disturb the people inside, but stood quietly outside the door, secretly observing the movements in the kitchen.

Zhao Shanhe sneaked into the kitchen late at night, not sleeping. What was he trying to do? He was undoubtedly preparing a delicious meal. Could he be poisoning someone? After all, everyone in the Yang Mansion was his family.

It all started with a promise. Zhao Shanhe's sister, Zhao Shanhu, was a real foodie. The only way to get this little glutton to give in was to offer her delicious food.

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe was only eight years old and had been a fool for many years. Common sense would have made it impossible for such a young age to cook. This was simply inexplicable, which was why he had come here so late at night.

In his previous life, Zhao Shanhe had deliberately studied cooking. He did so simply because he wanted to be able to personally cook a hearty and delicious meal for his parents, a wish he never fulfilled until his death.

Zhao Shanhe had already accepted his new identity, determined to enjoy the affections of his family in this life. He risked discovery to fulfill his promise to his sister. If it weren't for the spiritual herbs that had cleansed his meridians and marrow, giving him a surge of strength, he wouldn't have been able to navigate the world's kitchens. He worked like a tiger, finally completing the task. A voice reached his ears, startling him.

"Son, what did you cook? It looks delicious."

"Mom, you walk without making any sound. You scared me."

"If you haven't done anything wrong, you won't be startled by a knock on your door in the middle of the night. People who have lost their souls carry some memories of their past lives, so there's no need to hide them. Revealing secrets will bring you divine punishment, so you don't need to tell anyone about your past. What's the name of the thing made from mountain fruits?"

When Zhao Shanhe saw his mother's appearance, he knew who his sister inherited her genes from.

"Mom, this is called Tanghulu. I made it for my little sister. You can have two strings. It looks simple, but it's actually quite complicated."

Yang Xiao'e picked up a string of candied haws and started eating. She fell in love with the taste after just one bite.

"Son, you're really talented. It's so delicious. It's not good for children to eat too much sweet food. Just leave two skewers for Shanhu. What is this?"

"You can also try the fish skin peanuts."

"It tastes good, but not as good as candied haws. I think your father will like it. I'll give him half to go with his wine."

"Mom, people really do have past lives."

"Who can tell? I guess the Immortal Master knows. I think you'll find the answer when you go to the sect."

"Mom, I want to stay with you."

"Silly son, you keep talking nonsense. If I had spiritual roots, I would also become an immortal. Now that you have arrived at the sect, you should be more careful. You can eat anything but you must not suffer any loss."

"Mom, I've got this: once we find something that can make mortals grow spiritual roots, our whole family will become immortals."

"Silly son, Mom is waiting. Go to bed now. You have to go to school tomorrow. I'll take care of everything here."

Zhao Shanhe returned to his room and lay on his bed, vowing to himself that he would bring his family along on the path to immortality. Perhaps it was because he longed for family affection in his previous life that he valued it so much in this life.

His consciousness sank once again into the Chaos Spiritual Field, sowing the seeds for the second time. He dug a hole, covered it with soil, and counted one, two, three, four, and five. The spell didn't work; even missing a single day in the monthly cycle wouldn't work.

Zhao Shanhe chose to cultivate spiritual herbs this time, planting both plots. He could also plant the old wild ginseng, but the problem was he couldn't explain it; he had to have a plausible excuse for its disappearance. He'd have to go back to the village sometime; the tiger's droppings were running low.

The next day, after class, Zhao Shanhu took a candied haws and began to eat it. She immediately became everyone's focus.

Luo Zhu asked with envy, "Zhao Shanhu, what are you eating?"

"Candied haws, my second brother made them specially for me. They're delicious. Would you like to try some?"

Luo Zhu nodded his head like a chick eating rice, his saliva almost flowing out, and looked at Zhao Shanhu with anticipation.

"This string is for you. When you grow up, marry my second brother."

Luo Zhu looked at the candied haws that were so close to her and swallowed hard. She said, "Shanhu, can you change the request and ask your second brother to pull up his pants?"

"That's just nonsense. My second brother is so smart, how could he poop his pants? He knows a lot of things. Try the fairy beans, they're delicious."

Luo Zhu reached out to take the candied haws from Zhao Shanhu's hand, but unexpectedly someone got there first.

Zhao Shanhu saw a little girl, prettier than Luo Zhu, snatch the candied haws from the tree. She said, "That candied haws is a token of love my second brother gave to his future wife. If you eat it, you must marry my second brother."

The pretty little girl took a bite without hesitation, and then, like a starving ghost, she devoured it all, leaving not a crumb. She said to Zhao Shanhu, "I want more."

Zhao Shanhu was reluctant to hand over her half-eaten candied haws, so she said, "I only have this half left, so I'll give it to you. When you grow up, marry my second brother, and don't regret it."

The pretty little girl didn't take it. She said, "I don't want to eat other people's leftovers. Ask your second brother to make me ten more."

"If you don't marry my second brother, I won't let him do it for you."

"If he doesn't do it for me, I'll kick you out."

"My uncle is Yang Xiaozhu, and my aunt is Luo Mei. She is the young lady of the mansion."

"My father is Luo Tian, the Great General Protector of the Nation. Luo Mei is my eldest sister. What should you call me?"

Zhao Shanhu was stunned for a moment. She was a little confused. Zhao Shanhe walked over and said, "My sister is ignorant. Please forgive me, Miss Luo."

"You are her second brother. Make me some candied haws. I will marry you when I grow up."

"Miss Luo, my sister is immature. What she said was just a joke. It doesn't count."

"I, Luo Tianshuang, always keep my word and never regret what I have said."

Zhao Shanhu said, "Second brother, the wife I found for you is pretty good, isn't she? Plan to make me something delicious as a reward. Luo Zhu is also the wife I found for you."

Luo Tianshuang interrupted, "Fourth sister can only be a concubine, I want to be the first wife."

Zhao Shanhe was in a state of panic. His younger sister was really good at making trouble. Was he going to become a brother-in-law with his uncle? What nonsense was he thinking about? He should think about how to deal with it.

"Miss Luo, I can make you candied haws, but you must give up on marrying me."

"Am I not good enough for you?"

"Miss Luo is beautiful, smart and lovely. I am not worthy of you."