My ancestors were spiritual plant growers, so it's not surprising that I hunt demons every day,

Cui Zhengming smacked his lips, seemingly still wanting more, and handed the wine pot back to Zhao Sihai:

"What are you looking at? You should save that spare money for your sisters. Once you're all married, you'll need to support Xiao Wu's cultivation and find him a good wife with spiritual roots."

Xiao Wu is Cui Ying's youngest brother.

Of the five siblings in the Cui family, their parents loved their youngest son the most.

Whenever there's something good, the first thing that comes to mind is saving it for the youngest son.

In her previous life, Cui Ying's fifth brother was spoiled by his parents.

Despite having terrible talent, he desperately wanted to get into a major sect.

Having finally secured a spot as an outer disciple of the Xuan Yang Sect, he was preoccupied with petty squabbles and jealousies within the sect.

Not only was he expelled from the sect for fighting with his fellow disciples, but he also went down a dark path and became a notorious thief, causing the Cui family to struggle in Shuangling Village.

Less than two years later, he met his match and died at the hands of a high-level cultivator, ending up dead and vanished.

Now that she has been given a second chance at life, Cui Ying has saved her father, and all the tragedies are bound to change from this moment on.

You should know that in her previous life, she was tortured to the point of near death by Qi Ming, but she did not succumb to fate. Instead, she was reborn from the ashes, became a disciple of the Xuanxin Immortal Sect, and became a famous Golden Core cultivator.

Now that she has memories of her past life, doing things will be a piece of cake for her!

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As dusk fell, the deep, dark sky was gradually filled with wisps of smoke from cooking fires.

After a long day of walking through the village, Cui Ying stopped and looked up at the house in front of her, located at the northernmost part of the village, which felt both strange and familiar.

The first thing you see is a low wall. In the courtyard stands a jacaranda tree, about the thickness of a millstone, exuding a delicate fragrance. Its branches are lush and green, and clusters of purple-blue petals drift down onto the roof of the three blue-brick and tile houses to the north. The two slightly lower houses to the west are her and her fourth sister Cui Yue's boudoir.

To the east is a low-ceilinged kitchen.

Behind them were countless layers upon layers of hazy, indistinct mountain peaks.

But only this place is her home, the place that holds the joys and sorrows of her past life.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough"

Cui Zhengming, who was a few steps behind, clutched his chest and gasped for breath, urging impatiently:

"What are you doing blocking your own doorway? Don't you know the way?"

That third girl really has a jinx; after she asked him about it outside the village, his cough seemed to have gotten worse.

I've only been in the village for a short time, and I feel like my lungs are about to burst from coughing.

Cui Ying composed herself and stepped into the courtyard, heading towards the main room.

"Mom, I'm back."

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a middle-aged woman in a purple dress and a jade hairpin in her hair come out of the kitchen.

"You brat, where have you been all day? Some rogue cultivators in the village said they saw you go into the mountains, it almost scared me to death."

At this moment, Wang Rong's face looked somewhat ferocious. She ran up to Cui Ying in a few steps, and just as she was about to reach out and pinch her ear, Cui Ying pulled her into a tight embrace.

"It's my fault for causing my mother so much worry. Next time I go into the mountains, I will never leave without saying goodbye again."

Wang Rong was stunned for a moment, then looked down in surprise at her third daughter, who was covered in dirt, and inexplicably fell silent:

"How did you end up in the mountains with your father? Didn't you used to hate fighting and killing the most? Where's your father? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Listening to her mother's incessant questions, Cui Ying turned around and went straight into her room, asking as she went:

"Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

“A kind of spirit rice porridge is simmering on the stove.”

Feeling some heartache for her child, Wang Rong, holding a spatula, had just uttered a sentence when she saw her husband, Cui Zhengming, walk past her, clutching his chest.

"Honey, why do you look so pale?"

"It's nothing, I just choked on my drink."

Chasing the Sand Shadow Scorpion outside Red Sun Valley for half a day would be too much for even a Qi Refining cultivator to handle.

Cui Zhengming entered the house and, without turning his head, tossed a cloth bag into Wang's arms:

"These are the spirit stones distributed for today's demon hunt. You can decide how to use them."

"Why are there so many spirit stones today?!"

Wang Rong took the cloth bag, casually tossed it in her hand, and couldn't stop smiling. Then her expression turned serious.

"Cui Zhengming, are you ignoring what I'm saying?"

"Do not enter the deep mountains, do not hunt evil demons, do not pursue poor demons, remember this well."

Cui Zhengming casually recited the family rules, but seeing his wife's displeasure, he then honestly confessed:

"Today we had great luck, encountering a heavily injured scorpion demon. That was a Sand Shadow Scorpion at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Even heavily injured, its strength should not be underestimated. It is also thanks to my wife's good teaching that your husband was able to come up with a strategy of attrition and take down that venomous creature without shedding a drop of blood."

"That's more like it. I doubt you guys have that ability."

Wang Rong had a good idea of ​​her husband's abilities.

Her expression softened slightly upon hearing this, but she still maintained a stern face and instructed:

"Remember this, and don't let it happen again."

Seeing Cui Zhengming nod, he opened the cloth bag, quickly counted the items, and muttered to himself:

"With these spirit stones, we won't have to worry about next month's rent, or the tuition fees for Er Yatou and Lao Si and Lao Wu for the time being."

Lying in bed, Cui Zhengming recalled Cui Ying's unexpected kick earlier that day, and suddenly said seriously:

"Oh right, the third girl of the spirit stone also got a share."

Seeing the puzzled look on Wang Rong's face, Cui Zhengming recounted what had happened in Chiyang Valley, and at the end, he added:

"Remember to set aside a portion for Sanya. We can't let the children suffer. We're old folks, but we can still do our jobs."

Wang Rong's expression was complicated, but she quickly calmed down:

"That brat is usually so quiet, but she's got the guts to swallow thunder."

Although the couple usually valued their second daughter, Cui Lin, and youngest son, Cui Yan, no one knows a daughter better than her mother. Of their five children, only their third daughter, Cui Ying, was the one who most resembled them.

With this in mind, she first counted out half of the spirit stones. Looking at the glowing spirit stones, she hesitated for a moment, muttered a few words to herself, and finally gritted her teeth and grabbed another handful of spirit stones to put aside.

Here, Cui Ying returned to her boudoir, opened the camphor wood chest by her bed, took out a plain pinkish-blue silk dress, changed into it, and then simply put her hair up in a bun before heading straight to the kitchen.

Yang, Cui Ying's eldest sister-in-law, was washing a large basin of fresh vegetables. Their kitchen had a fire control array passed down from their ancestors, which saved them a lot of chores.

Meanwhile, the eldest brother, Cui Cong, emerged from the spirit chicken coop in the backyard, clutching three warm spirit eggs. Seeing Cui Ying enter the kitchen, he urged her:

"Third sister, are you hungry? Wife, please hurry up."

Yang raised her head and gave a gentle, ingratiating smile, then quickened her pace.

Cui Cong and his wife were both mortals who could not cultivate, but the family had a very harmonious relationship, and the Cui family never did anything to look down on others.

The couple usually help with household chores as much as they can, from raising chickens and weeding to sewing, washing, and mending, never complaining.

"I've lived half my life, and I still get choked like this after just one sip of alcohol. I don't know what kind of nonsense I'm up to all day."

"Third Sister, you're about to get engaged, but you're so stubborn and unyielding. I don't know where you got that from. You'd better change that in the future."

At this moment, Wang Rong returned to the kitchen with the spatula, muttering to herself incessantly.

If it were the Cui Ying of her past life, she might have run away to find peace and quiet long ago, but now she rolled up her sleeves and helped Yang Shi crack the spirit eggs.

"Is dinner ready yet? I'm stuffed to the bone."

As Cui Zhengming shouted in the main room, Wang Rong finally stopped nagging and responded in a loud voice:

"Alright, alright, let's eat."

With Wang Rong's shout, Cui Cong came out of the kitchen first, carrying a pot of spirit rice porridge mixed with ordinary rice. Yang followed behind, carrying a large tray with a dish of spicy stir-fried spirit eggs and two plates of vegetarian vegetables.

When Cui Ying carried the bowls and chopsticks into the main room, she saw a girl wearing a light blue narrow-sleeved dress, with red lips and white teeth, who looked about seven-tenths like her but was a few years older. She was leading a boy who looked about five or six years old, wearing an indigo brocade robe, toward the table.

Long-lost memories flooded back, and Cui Ying immediately recognized her as her second sister: Cui Lin.

She should be nineteen years old now. She has some talent in talisman making and is currently an apprentice in Songlin Market.

The little boy beside her was her fifth brother, Cui Yan, who had just turned six this year. During the day, he studied Qi cultivation at the Qi Refining Academy in Songlin Market.

Where is Xiaoyue?

"Feed the spirit cows outside."

Cui Lin helped Cui Yanjing, and said without looking up.

Cui Ying nodded, put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, walked to the door, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Xiaoyue, come back for dinner."

Soon, a cheerful response rang out from outside the courtyard:

"Come on, come on."

Cui Yue placed the empty bamboo basket on the steps outside the main room, then excitedly ran to Cui Ying's side and asked:

"Third sister, why did you run so fast this morning? Was something urgent?"

"I called you several times from behind but you didn't hear me. By the way, Third Sister, when did you get back? I've been waiting outside the courtyard, but I haven't seen you."

Cui Ying didn't answer, but looked at her dirty appearance and instructed her:

"That old ox is so old that it can hardly walk anymore, and it's kept right at the doorstep, so there's no need to guard it every day."

"Hehe, I still don't understand what the lecturer taught yesterday. Anyway, I'm just killing time, so I can think about it while herding cattle."

In their little world, cultivators can cultivate as long as they possess a spiritual aperture.

Cui Yue and Cui Yan were tested for cultivation aptitude at the beginning of the year. Now, the siblings have received the ancestral "Tian Yuan Yang Qi Jue" and have been trying to guide Qi into their bodies.

The techniques, elixirs, and magical artifacts correspond to the five realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Yuan Condensation, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul.

It's just unknown what grade of treasure she found in that mysterious cave in the Golden Light Secret Realm in her previous life, which was not only protected by powerful spirit beasts, but also provoked that person to attack her.

Thinking of this, a murderous glint flashed in Cui Ying's eyes. In her previous life, she was able to rise from an ant-like Qi Refining cultivator all the way to the Foundation Establishment Realm, and then condense her Yuan Qi to form a Golden Core, only one step away from the Nascent Soul Realm. In this life, she would definitely be able to rise to the top and one day stand at the pinnacle of heaven and earth again.

However, the most important thing now is to fill our stomachs.