Chaos Spirit Field

Luo Mei left the Yang residence without staying long; after all, she and Yang Xiaozhu had not yet married. The long-held concern of Zhao Dabao's family finally settled, and everyone was happy.

Yang Xiaozhu was excited, but suddenly felt something was amiss. He asked Yang Xiaoe, "Second sister! What is the connection between our family and Yang Jian? Why did General Luo Tian claim that I was his descendant?"

Yang Xiao'e frowned tightly, and said to Xiao Zhu with a puzzled look on her face, "Xiao Zhu, are you talking about the famous General Yang Jian? Back then, he was a renowned figure. Thirty years ago, he personally led an army of 100,000 to conquer the Jin Empire. However, who could have predicted that the battle would end in utter annihilation? When the news reached China, the nation was shocked, and the king was furious. He immediately ordered the execution of his entire family, including nine generations of his clan. The incident was so widespread that everyone with the surname Yang was investigated, but our family was not among those held responsible. So, how could there be any descendants?"

"Second sister, does our family have nothing to do with Yang Jian?"

"There is some connection. After all, we both have the surname Yang, so perhaps we were one family five hundred years ago. Ever since Yang Jian was held accountable, our father no longer boasts about being from the same lineage. If we were really related, he would have made you a servant in the Luo Mansion. I heard that the Immortal Master interceded for you back then, but in the end, nothing was done."

"Second sister, our family has no relationship with Yang Jian. Why would General Luo Tian agree to my marriage with his daughter? Is there some conspiracy?"

"Xiao Zhu, at least you didn't let love get to your head. These aristocratic families are all smarter than monkeys. If you weren't of any use, Luo Tian would marry his daughter to a servant like you."

"Second sister, I am sincere to Luo Mei."

"How much is true love worth? It's all about the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. Those aristocratic families attach great importance to face. Do you think Luo Mei can influence Luo Tian's thoughts? In fact, there are still capable people in our family."

"Second sister, please don't keep me in suspense. Why did General Luo Tian marry Luo Mei to me?"

"Xiao Zhu, how many sisters do you have?"

"Two, you mean because of the eldest sister. Second sister, what does our eldest sister do? I have no impression at all."

"My eldest sister's name is Yang Xiaochan. She left home at the age of six to join the sect. I was only three at that time, and our mother hadn't even conceived you yet. I haven't heard from her since she left. She didn't show up even after our father passed away. If she hadn't sent a letter home some time ago saying that she had successfully established her foundation, got married, and would come back to visit soon, I would have almost forgotten that I had a sister. There is a difference between immortals and mortals, so it's useless to overthink it."

Zhao Shanhe had never thought that his family had such an awesome relative. He couldn't help but ask, "Mom, which sect does my aunt practice in?"

"Qingniu Sect. Why are you asking this?"

"Mom, I want to cultivate immortality."

"Son, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Mortals cannot cultivate immortality."

Seeing Zhao Shanhe was very depressed, Yang Xiaozhu tried to comfort him, "Second sister, Shanhe is so smart, maybe he has spiritual roots. Take him to the mansion tomorrow to have a test, and arrange for him to learn to read and write."

Zhao Dabao said, "Xiao Zhu, the spiritual root test costs one thousand taels of silver. It's better not to waste that money. Shanhe's soul has been possessed by a mountain lion, so he should not have any spiritual roots."

"Brother-in-law, legends are not to be believed. I am now the son-in-law of the Luo family. I don't need to spend money to test my spiritual roots. I can go to mountains, rivers, and lakes."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Uncle, you pulled my brother down."

Zhao Dabao said, "Shanjiang had a test when he was eight years old, and he didn't have any spiritual roots. Don't get your hopes up too much. There are very few people with spiritual roots in the world, only one out of every ten thousand people might have one."

Zhao Shanjiang felt a little ashamed after hearing this. He always thought that his parents were partial and spent all the money in the family on his younger brother, but it turned out that they were spending it on him.

Zhao Shanhe did not give up the idea of cultivating immortality. How could he live his life again without some pursuit?

"Mom, what kind of spiritual root is Auntie?"

"I remember it seemed to be a dual spiritual root of wood and fire. Your aunt was picked up by your grandfather when he went up the mountain to collect firewood. I guess she has some history."

Zhao Shanhe understood the meaning of his mother's words and told him not to have too much hope.

After dinner, Zhao Shanjiang called Zhao Shanhe aside and said, "Second brother, I'm sorry."

"Brother, why are you apologizing to me for nothing?"

"Second brother, all these years I thought my parents were partial and resented you, but I didn't expect that they were spending their money on me."

"Brother, do you feel guilty and want to compensate me?"

"Second brother, how do you want me to compensate you?"

"Brother, let me discuss something with you. Let my little sister sleep with you tonight. She is not well-behaved when she sleeps and likes to hit people."

"Second brother, I am closest to you and don't like me as the eldest brother."

"Brother, didn't you say you would compensate me? You won't even agree to this little request."

"Second brother, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Late at night, in complete silence, Zhao Shanhe tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. A wave of anxiety welled up in his heart. Perhaps it was his newfound comfort with his bed, but more likely it was his younger sister's restless sleeping habits—a constant kick or a slap. No wonder his eldest brother was so intimidated by her and kept his distance.

When Zhao Shanhu woke up in the middle of the night, he found Zhao Shanhe staring blankly at the roof. He asked curiously, "Brother, there are no stars on the roof of my uncle's house. What are you looking at? Oh, my stomach hurts. Come with me to the toilet!"

"Who told you to eat so much at dinner? You must be suffering now, right? My dear sister, there are plenty of empty rooms in my uncle's house. How about sleeping in a room of your own from now on?"

"No, brother, I'm afraid of the dark!"

"Why don't you go and sleep with your big brother?"

"My eldest brother always complains that I'm restless when I sleep, and he always likes to hit me."

"Hey, little sister, to be honest, you're not very honest when you sleep."

"Wuwuwu... Second brother, you despise me." After saying this, tears were already welling up in her eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Shanhe quickly swallowed back the words on the tip of his tongue and quickly comforted him:

"How could that be? Second brother likes you the most!"

"Second brother, carry me to the toilet."

"Don't poop on me."

"Go faster, I can't hold it any longer, go."

His sister danced on Zhao Shanhe's back like a general on horseback, and he had no complaints, willing to be her slave. This moment of family affection was so precious that it made him feel extremely happy and satisfied.