Chaos Spirit Field

When Xiao Mei'er saw that Tan Tai Ming Yue had given her personal scent sachet to Zhao Shan He, the joy she'd felt from counting spirit stones until her hands cramped vanished in an instant, replaced by a raging rage. She roared, "Ming Yue! How could you give the sachet away so easily? This is sheer madness!"

Zhao Shanhe felt the sachet in his hand suddenly become extremely hot. He couldn't help but examine it carefully, realizing it was just an ordinary sachet, nothing special. Inside was a piece of paper with the birth date written on it. It must have belonged to Tan Tai Mingyue. Could it have any special meaning? At worst, he could just return it. So, he whispered, "Mingyue, you should take the sachet back."

Upon hearing this, Tan Tai Ming Yue's face changed, tears welling up in her eyes. With a slightly choked voice, she replied, "Zhao Shanhe, once a token of love is given, how can it be taken back? You're not thinking of abandoning me again, are you? Wuuuuuu... I'll really cry for you!"

Zhao Shanhe saw that Tan Tai Ming Yue wasn't pretending this time. He panicked and quickly tried to comfort her, "Wife, I'll accept it, okay?"

Hearing this, Tan Tai Ming Yue's expression softened considerably. She said, "That's right! Don't forget the promise you made to me."

Zhao Shanhe looked bewildered and asked doubtfully, "What did I promise?"

Tantai Mingyue imitated her mother, stood on tiptoe and tugged at Zhao Shanhe's ear, saying, "Husband, do you want me to help you recall?"

"Wife, I remember, please let go, or your ears will fall off."

"Husband, I didn't mean it. Blow it and it won't hurt."

Neither of them noticed that Xiao Mei'er's face was as black as ash at the bottom of a pot, and she was about to explode at any moment. She was still there, flirting with me. She roared angrily: "Dan Tai Ming Yue, are you trying to piss me off to death?"

Tan Tai Ming Yue replied, "Mother, what's wrong with me marrying Zhao Shan He? He's humorous and can make me happy. He can also cook delicious food for me. It's not a bad thing that his spiritual roots are almost gone. I don't plan to be with him forever. It's better to have a man I like for a short time than to face a man I don't like for the rest of my life."

Zhao Shanhe felt uncomfortable after hearing this. What did he mean by short-term possession? This was a curse for his early death. Even his uncle could tolerate this, but his aunt couldn't. He had to live forever so that Tan Tai Mingyue could never get rid of her for the rest of her life.

Xiao Meir said to Tan Tai Mingyue earnestly, "Daughter, Zhao Shanhe's spiritual roots are too weak. He can't accompany you forever. When it comes to love, the deeper you get involved, the greater the damage you suffer. The reason your grandfather hasn't been able to break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul is precisely because of your grandmother's poor spiritual roots and untimely death, which has left him with an unresolved knot in his heart."

Hearing this, Zhao Shanhe finally couldn't contain himself and interrupted, "Aunt, a fortune teller once said that my face shows signs of longevity. If you're worried that I'll become a stumbling block to Mingyue's progress, why not complete the ceremony and then divorce? I won't drag her down. What do you think?"

Tan Tai Ming Yue responded angrily, "Zhao Shanhe, in my Tan Tai Ming Yue's life dictionary, there has never been a word like 'union and separation'! There is only 'widowhood'!"

Zhao Shanhe saw Tan Tai Ming Yue's unfriendly look and quickly changed his words, "Wife, just pretend I never said anything. I've made one wrong move and will regret it for the rest of my life. Who could have thought I'd be stepping into the grave of love at only eight years old? I'm so handsome, even the gods are jealous."

Xiao Meir couldn't help but laugh at Zhao Shanhe's self-pity. She couldn't help but think about why she hadn't chosen the gifted Tan Tai Yulong. Wasn't it because he had always been stern and serious since childhood, always pretending to be deep? Zhao Shanhe was quite similar to her husband, Tan Tai Feng. Although his talent wasn't as good, he could make her happy every day and give her what she wanted.

"Daughter, you must not let anyone know that you gave the personal scent sachet to Zhao Shanhe before you get married."

"Mother, I understand."

Tan Tai Fengdu never said a word and listened to Xiao Meir's words in all matters at home. What his wife said was always right. He thought Zhao Shanhe was pretty good. His shameless spirit was comparable to that of his father when he was young. If his spiritual roots were better, he would be perfect.

Zhao Shanhe didn't expect that he would be arranged into a marriage as a child without any clear idea. He was quite happy about it in his heart. Judging from Xiao Meir's appearance, Tan Tai Mingyue would definitely be a great beauty when she grew up.

Tan Tai Mingzhu was a little depressed. His mother was still so unreasonable. She only left him 100,000 spirit stones. The chance of getting the remaining part back was very slim.

"Brother-in-law, next time when my mother leaves the sect, we can move to another place and have another housewarming party. What do you think?"

Zhao Shanhe was somewhat impressed by Tan Tai Mingzhu's unusual way of thinking. He advised earnestly, "Brother Mingzhu, do you think the Sect Leader will be as easily deceived as before? If you want to hold another banquet, you must find a sufficient and reasonable excuse, such as a major event like successfully building a foundation."

"Brother-in-law, that will take a long time. It's still unclear whether you can build a foundation in this lifetime. Perhaps if you are reincarnated as a genius with a natural spiritual root in the next life, you may still have a chance."

"Brother Mingzhu, please don't be so pessimistic. As the saying goes, nothing is impossible as long as you are willing to strive for it. Lack of talent can be made up for with resources. As long as we have tried our best and struggled, even if we don't achieve anything, at least we won't have any regrets. You are a gifted person with four spiritual roots. If your cultivation level is not as good as mine with five spiritual roots, wouldn't it be a complete loss of face?"

"Brother-in-law, you are right. My talent is much better than yours. If I were surpassed by you, I would be really ashamed. By the way, what realm are you at now?"

"I'm in the middle stage of Qi Refining Level 1. What's your cultivation level?"

"I am also in the middle stage of cultivation. Brother-in-law, you are cultivating very fast."

"Brother Mingzhu, as the saying goes, diligence can make up for lack of talent, and the early bird catches the worm. If you don't work hard, I'll surpass you. I'm done talking to you now. I should go back to practice. Let's see who can reach the second level of Qi Refining first."

Tantai Mingzhu said confidently, "I won't lose."

When Xiao Meir saw her son practicing seriously, her depressed mood eased a lot. This Zhao Shanhe was quite knowledgeable about the ways of the world, but his spiritual roots were a little weak.

Zhao Shanhe had poured so much inspiration into Tantai Mingzhu just to flatter his future mother-in-law. Ever since he was spied on while looking for shit last time, he'd become more cautious, and unexpectedly, it had actually paid off, earning him a lot of points in his future mother-in-law's favor.