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

While Cui Ying and the others were eating around the octagonal table, Wang Shi, standing to the side, excitedly examined the spoils they had brought back:

"How lucky you are today, you've encountered another five-colored deer?"

At this point, she put on a stern face again: "Could it be that you've gone deep into the Phoenix Mountains again?"

"No, Mother, we've been on the outskirts all day, we haven't gone an inch further."

Cui Ying lifted her head from the bowl, gave Wang a fawning smile, and shook her head in denial.

"Grumpy."

Wang Rong glared at her, then sat down next to them with a happy expression and said:

"This five-colored deer looks about the same size as the one we hunted the first time. It should be worth quite a few spirit stones, right?"

The family decided to build a new house, which meant they needed spirit stones.

Wang Rong felt that what she was seeing was not a spirit beast, but every blade of grass, every brick and tile that her Cui family would use in the future.

At this point, she added with a hint of annoyance:

"We've almost run out of spirit beast meat at home. You can hunt some spirit deer to exchange for spirit stones, but why bring back some spirit chickens? There are plenty in the backyard. If you want to eat them, your mother can kill a few for you anytime and cook them for you."

After saying this, Wang Rong didn't feel there was anything wrong with it.

On the contrary, the Cui siblings stared at her as if they had seen a ghost, seemingly unable to believe it.

Is this really the same stingy and petty mother they used to know who would say such things?

"Hahaha"

Cui Ying laughed so hard she could barely hold her chopsticks: "Mother, that spirit chicken wasn't kept for our own consumption."

Wang Rong's expression froze: "Not for our own consumption?"

"I brought these to my maternal grandparents, as well as Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhou's family. The demon wolf meat last time didn't have much spiritual energy and didn't taste good, so this time I brought back a few spirit chickens to give them as a thank-you gift."

Upon hearing this, Wang Rong's expression darkened.

"If you want to go to the Wang family's place, go yourself. I'm not going."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, turned around and left with a gloomy expression.

Last time she and Cui Ying went to deliver something, before they could even explain themselves clearly, Wang Xuan launched into a long barrage of sarcastic remarks.

Therefore, she absolutely refused to continue making a fool of herself by visiting their home.

Wang Rong's anger left the remaining Cui Ying and her siblings looking at each other, their food losing its flavor.

After dinner, Cui Ying skinned and butchered the five-colored deer she had hunted that day, and took a deer leg that she had taken off, along with other things, and went out.

If it were her past life, she would naturally be like her mother, unwilling to do the same thing of trying to win someone's favor only to be met with indifference.

But having been given a second chance at life, she now only hopes that her mother and maternal grandparents can reconcile and get back together.

After leaving the house, Cui Ying walked alone on the village path, passing through brightly lit courtyards, heading straight for the location of the Wang family's house.

"Grandfather, maternal grandfather, are you home? It's me, Cui Ying!"

As soon as Cui Ying called out from outside the gate, an old woman with a full head of silver hair came out.

She was leaning on a cane, her eyes were eager, and her face was full of joy as she looked at her and said, "Come in quickly, come in quickly!"

Cui Ying smiled and nodded, carrying the things in her hands into the courtyard: "Grandmother, I hunted some spirit deer and spirit chickens in the Phoenix Mountains. We can't finish them all at home, so you can have some too."

In fact, she didn't have much contact with her maternal grandparents in her previous life; she only met them a few times after her father passed away.

But every time they met, the silver-haired old woman would give her this and that with a look of pity, making her go from initial disgust and aversion to confusion and bewilderment. It wasn't until the two old people passed away one after another that she vaguely felt that she had lost something again.

Unfortunately, her later experiences hardened her heart, making her gradually unable to feel any warmth.

Although there is now an opportunity for reconciliation, Cui Ying had prepared herself mentally for a long time before addressing him so naturally.

"No need, no need. We're both old folks nearing the end of our lives, how could we possibly eat so much spirit beast meat?"

The old woman didn't even glance at the things; she simply grabbed her hand and led her into the inner room, calling out as they went:

"Wang Yue, you old geezer, come out and see! Look, our granddaughter has come to visit us."

When Cui Ying entered the main room, she saw her maternal grandfather, Wang Yue, sitting cross-legged on the soft couch at the far end, his eyes slightly closed. It was unclear whether he was meditating or asleep.

"granddaughter?!"

Wang Yue was stunned for a moment before looking up at the outside room.

Cui Ying didn't speak, but she also raised her head and looked at her stubborn grandfather who had been obstinate all his life.

"This is your third granddaughter, Cui Ying. She came with Rong'er last time. Didn't you talk about her all night that night?!"

The old woman's eyes were red, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

Wang Yue, who had spent his life in battle, quickly reacted. He narrowed his eyes and unconsciously revealed the majestic expression of a sixth-stage Qi Refining cultivator, completely unlike the dazed, dying old man he had just seen.

He stared at Cui Ying for a long while before slowly asking, "I heard people in the village talking about how you single-handedly hunted down a demon tiger the night before last?"

Cui Ying nodded and replied, "It is me, my maternal grandfather."

Upon hearing the words "maternal grandfather," Wang Yue's expression softened involuntarily. He patted the soft couch beside him and said in a hoarse voice:

"Come to me and tell me what happened."

"Ah Ying, please sit down. Your grandmother will make you some tea."

Seeing this, the old woman beside her became much more nimble, turned around with a big smile and went out to instruct the servants in the courtyard to prepare tea and snacks.

Cui Ying hesitated for a moment, but still obediently sat down beside the old man and softly recounted the cause and effect of the demonic tiger's appearance.

After listening, Wang Yue didn't show much expression; he simply squinted his eyes wearily.

"The matter of hunting demons concerns the secrets of your sect, and I cannot say much about it. But when I was wandering the martial world, I remembered one principle: 'When facing enemies, there is no mercy; it's either you or me who dies.'"

"Also, do you know anything about Chen Laosan?"

"If I were you, I would cut the weeds out completely before doing anything, lest they grow back in the spring breeze, causing unnecessary trouble and even greater disaster."

Knowing that her grandfather was giving her a hint, Cui Ying obediently replied, "Granddaughter understands."

After thinking for a moment, she said frankly, "Old Chen has no parents or children, so he is the most suitable candidate."

Wang Yue nodded slightly, a rare smile appearing on his face. "Judging from your long and steady aura and solid foundation, you'll probably break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining soon. You're much stronger than your parents."

Upon hearing this, Cui Ying chuckled inwardly but did not point out the old man's implied meaning.

"It could be considered a blessing in disguise, but it's still a long way from a breakthrough, and I'm far behind my parents and maternal grandfather."

"Haha~ If I were a few decades younger, I would really like to have a contest with you, little girl."

Hearing Cui Ying's humble words, Wang Yue's wrinkled face beamed with an even wider smile.

In their Immortal Origin Continent, ordinary mortals live to a maximum of seventy or eighty years old, while Qi Refining cultivators can live up to two Jiazi (60 years).

He lived to be 110 years old, and in his life he had seen countless cultivation geniuses and heard of countless prodigies.

However, only a very small number of them actually grow up to be successful.

Despite her young age, Cui Ying possesses cultivation levels comparable to those of the scions of powerful families. She is not arrogant or impetuous, but rather low-key, composed, courageous, and resourceful—a truly rare quality.

Unfortunately, his lifespan is coming to an end, and he probably won't live to see her rise to power.