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

The Cui family's dinner ended amidst the children's innocent conversation.

Cui Ying stepped on the golden sun that had not yet fully set and made her way into the kitchen.

With her sister-in-law Yang not around, only her mother, Wang Rong, sat alone in front of the stove, staring blankly at the fire control array that was puffing out flames in the firebox.

Cui Ying came in and looked around. First, she added a basin of water to the iron pot, then sat down next to her mother and said, "Mom, I'll take some things to visit Grandpa later."

There are two sayings in the secular world that go well: Every family has its own troubles, and it's hard to settle family disputes.

If Wang Rong continues to dwell on past events, it will harm her Dao heart and hinder her cultivation.

Cui Ying's grandparents passed away a long time ago.

However, Cui Ying's maternal grandparents are still alive, and they have some complicated and unclear entanglements with her family.

In Cui Ying's opinion, this was no big deal at all: it was just a beautiful Qi Refining Fairy who went against her parents' wishes and made a lifelong commitment to a rogue cultivator with no future.

It's not surprising that her mother has acted as if she's cut ties with the Wang family all these years. It's just that her maternal grandparents were dishonest back then. In order to bring her mother and another male cultivator in the village together, they resorted to such despicable means as drugging her.

However, due to a twist of fate, the person who should have been the one to have the relationship become someone else entirely.

That is, her aunt: Wang Xuan.

This matter caused a huge uproar back then, and her mother was so angry that she declared she would sever ties with the Wang family.

In recent years, there has indeed been no further contact with the Wang family.

Of course, Wang Rong never mentioned these sordid things to her children.

These trivial details were things she had overheard by chance in her previous life.

Over the years, although the siblings never visited the Wang family's house, when they encountered their aunt Wang Xuan's children in the village, Wang Shi, though always giving them a hard time, never stopped the younger ones from associating with them.

Especially after Wang Xuan suddenly came to visit this afternoon and mentioned that her maternal grandfather was seriously ill, she noticed that her mother's emotions were not very stable several times, obviously she had something on her mind.

Actually, the whole family knew today that Mother had something on her mind.

Of all the people in the room, only Cui Zhengming knew how to drink alone; the rest of them were unaware of the situation. The only one who could offer comfort was Cui Ying.

"Third girl!"

Embarrassed that her daughter had seen through her secret, Wang Rong turned her head away, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and sighed softly.

"I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me for telling you this. Although I'm a cultivator, I'm just a mortal with some magical power. I don't cultivate the path of ruthlessness; I also have emotions and desires."

"Back then, your mother made the same decision as you. For the sake of what she wanted and loved, she stubbornly chose to be with your father."

"After all these years, Mother doesn't really know whether the decision she made back then was right or wrong."

"But now it seems that if I had gone along with your maternal grandparents' wishes, I might have lived a few good years like your aunt, but I probably wouldn't have had you few sensible and well-behaved children in my life."

"Hehe~"

Cui Ying snuggled into her mother's arms, clinging to her waist and refusing to let go: "Mother, didn't you always say that we were reincarnations of debt collectors? Why are you praising us today?"

"You dare to tease your own mother? You're asking for a beating!"

Wang Rong pretended to pinch Cui Ying's ear, and finally a smile appeared on her face.

Seeing that things had calmed down on her mother's side, Cui Ying also managed to escape Wang Shi's clutches and stood up from the stove:

"Mom, I'm going now."

Wang Rong, however, stood up and grabbed Cui Ying's hand, her expression resolute:

"Alright, I'll go with you. Ever since your uncle got injured a few years ago, he's been idle at home all day, doing nothing productive. I'm worried about you going alone!"

“In that case, Mother, you stay with me. Although I’m not afraid of my uncle and aunt, my aunt’s mouth is really hard to deal with.”

Cui Ying picked up the things she had prepared beforehand and went out with her mother.

My maternal grandfather, Wang Yue, lived at the far east end of the village, some distance from the Cui family's house.

In fact, Cui Ying knew that she should have had another uncle. However, he died when he was a teenager and left no bloodline.

Overwhelmed with grief, her maternal grandparents took several years to recover and give birth to her mother, Wang Rong, and her aunt, Wang Xuan.

Her mother was also raised with high hopes by her maternal grandparents, which is why she developed a strong and resolute character. No matter what difficulties she encountered over the years, she never thought of backing down.

Aunt Wang Xuan was the youngest child in her maternal grandparents' family. She was spoiled and willful. Ever since she and her uncle Luo Ming became Daoist partners by chance, she had been fighting fiercely with her mother-in-law every few days.

Later, after giving birth to Luo Hongyu, the eldest son of the Luo family and Cui Ying's eldest cousin, she moved directly from the Luo family back to the Wang family.

I stayed there for more than 20 years.

At first, Luo Ming was constantly running back and forth, often comforting his mother one minute and then going to the Wang family to comfort his wife the next.

With the help of her parents, the two lived a peaceful and happy life for many years. However, at the critical moment when Wang Xuan was giving birth to her youngest daughter, Luo Hongya, Luo Ming's concubine came to their door. Wang Xuan was so angry that she forgot about giving birth. With red eyes, she picked up her sword and was about to kill the vile woman.

Cui Ying's maternal grandfather almost couldn't stop her.

From that day on, Wang Xuan took her child and wanted to divorce the Luo family, but who knew that Luo Ming had other plans. Not only was he unwilling to divorce Wang Xuan, but he was also unwilling to give up his concubines.

Cui Ying overheard the village's wandering cultivators discussing this matter over tea and dinner, and learned that the concubine had not only given birth to two children for Luo Ming, but the children were also about the same age as Cui Ying's cousins.

What's even more infuriating is that Wang Xuan went to their door several times, but suffered a great loss each time.

Because of these upsetting things, Wang Xuan's temper became increasingly strange, and she grew to hate her older sister even more.

The situation remained deadlocked until Cui Ying turned ten, when things took a dramatic turn.

When Cui Ying's uncle Luo Ming was on a mission, he was betrayed by his friend. He faked his death and lost most of his wealth before he barely survived.

The concubine also absconded with the remaining wealth of the Luo family, abandoning her two children who were unable to cultivate.

After this ordeal, Luo Ming became even more attached to Wang Xuan and refused to leave.

Before she knew it, Wang Rong had brought Cui Ying to stand in front of the Wang family's gate.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, someone opened the gate with a creak.

The man had thin lips and sword-like eyebrows, with a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes on his nose. He wore a snow-blue brocade robe, a golden crown, a jade belt, and held a gilded folding fan, looking every bit the part of a wealthy and worldly person.

Judging from their posture, they are most likely preparing to go out to "meet with friends".

"what."

"Isn't this my dear sister whom I haven't seen for many years, who has recently struck it rich?"

Luo Ming's eyes lit up. He squinted his almond-shaped eyes and scanned Wang Rong up and down several times before shouting loudly into the courtyard without turning his head:

"Wife, come out quickly and see if we have any distinguished guests visiting tonight."

As he spoke, Luo Ming politely stepped aside, then leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, giving him a look that suggested he was looking forward to a good show.

Judging from this, they don't even want to leave the house.

"It's so late, who is it?"