Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 556 - 556 398

556: Chapter 398 556: Chapter 398 Everyone saw Yan Weiwei’s head jewelry shining brilliantly, with flashes of gold and white light emitting together.

Not only was the power imnse, but it was also incredibly beautiful.

They could feel that there was sothing extraordinary about this piece of jewelry.

It wasn’t just about its beauty; the energy within, and perhaps also its defensive flying and multiple attack functions as a magic artifact, was sothing nobody had anticipated—let alone that the jewelry contained a storage space.

Ye Tian certainly wouldn’t reveal the special features of the jewelry in front of everyone, and would instead use a secret ssage to inform Yan Weiwei of its functions.

Yan Weiwei was already overjoyed with the gift her senior brother had given her, never expecting that he would do such a great job for her sake.

She was aware of her senior brother’s capabilities—a single defense, the ability to escape with a flying artifact, and even to evade high-cultivation adversaries unexpectedly.

Yan Weiwei looked at Ye Tian with tender affection, chatting lovingly with him.

When she casually glanced out the window at the ground below, she felt a familiar haze.

Yan Weiwei exclaid with delight, “Jiang Tang, stop for a mont.”

“What’s the matter, Senior Sister?”

Jiang Tang used the fastest technique to bring the flying arrow to a halt.

“Jiang Tang, the place down there looks like my hotown.”

Upon hearing this, the few hundred people on the flying sword looked down through the windows only to see the mortal area below.

Ye Tian had never known that Yan Weiwei, the person he cherished, was born and raised here.

He silently noted this place in his heart.

“Let’s go, let’s go down and have a look.”

Jiang Tang descended with the flying artifact, thinking that it was only natural to visit his Senior Sister’s hotown and desiring to et her parents to see what kind of family could produce such an exceptional woman.

He had once returned to his own hotown, only to find it destroyed by others.

He could imagine how much Yan Weiwei must miss her hotown, just like them, the cultivators who were away from ho.

Although they possessed so abilities,

for a girl to travel a long distance back to her ho was indeed challenging.

The difficulty referred not just to the arduous journey, but also the increased dangers for a girl traveling alone compared to a boy.

Seeing Yan Weiwei’s face light up with surprise, Ye Tian couldn’t help but want to et his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, to find out what kind of family had raised such a beautiful, strong, and tender woman.

A son-in-law should always et his in-laws, and it seed like the perfect ti to do so.

Ye Tian had already considered his junior sister as his future partner, perhaps without the desire for a vulgar spectacle of a grand ceremony.

When cultivators pair up, all that really matters is mutual affection.

They might marry simply without the blessings of friends or relatives, should those be absent.

Ye Tian knew that if he were to marry, as the successor of his family, he might have a grand wedding.

Thinking of the princess in the Imperial City gave him a headache.

Returning to the Imperial City for a grand wedding seed less appealing than getting married quietly.

However, this thought just circled in his mind; he still didn’t know if Yan Weiwei would marry him, nor whether her parents would be willing to let their daughter marry so easily.

Cai Xiangxiang also watched joyfully, dreaming of returning to her own hotown.

Most of the people on the flying arrow were young, many of them from distinguished families, with only a few perhaps from more ordinary backgrounds.

Bi Renchuan looked down at the civilian area, thinking of his own family.

Although he ca from a wealthy family, they had only a modest amount of money and were not a cultivator family.

When he went to the Immortal Sect to test for a spiritual root, his family was ecstatic to learn he possessed one.

They sent him to the sect with a generous sum of money, and he didn’t suffer much hardship there.

He didn’t want to return ho until he had made a na for himself.

Fan Dingding, born into a small family, had relatives with spiritual roots but no legacy.

Out of necessity, the family pinned their hopes on him joining a sect as a disciple.

It had been years since he left, and now that he had the chance, he didn’t think of going ho.

The one who missed ho the most was Mo Wen.

Among these single, young disciples, he was a few years older and ca from a more ordinary background.

Cultivation was hardest for him.

Many tis he thought that, if he continued to neither succeed nor fail, not having money ant going back would be pointless, especially since he still hadn’t taken a wife at his age.

He felt he lived even less satisfactorily than the folks back ho who fard the land.

Fortunately, he t Lai Jianlin, who gradually changed his life.

He too longed to return ho, but when he looked around, his hotown was not this place, and for the mont, he couldn’t go back.

He couldn’t help but touch the supre elixir in his pocket.

He had been too busy to consu it and enhance his cultivation.

Here, among these few hundred people, it was the sa feeling—they all thought of completing their mission first, then enhancing their cultivation.

Feeling the energy so abundant in the workplace, they hesitated to take the pills, aware that with their limited abilities, they might just waste the potency of the elixirs.

After listening to Jiang Tang’s teachings several tis, even with his slow wits, he knew sothings were beyond his understanding.

Yan Weiwei directed Jiang Tang as they descended from high altitude on the flying arrow, passing over a bustling city and then a small county town.

Finally, in a sowhat remote village, Yan Weiwei instructed Jiang Tang to halt the flying artifact as they looked upon the ancient hamlet.

The village seed not very large; it probably housed only a few hundred people.

There were many mountains and fields around, and the houses in the village were quite old-fashioned, majority being simple unfinished structures and thatched cottages.

Only a few hos looked moderately prosperous—everybody could tell that these must belong to the wealthy families in the village.