Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 560 - 560 400

560: Chapter 400 560: Chapter 400 Jiang Tang of course considered so issues for Yan Weiwei, feeling that since his senior sister missed her family and was once again following them to the base, he would let her bring her family mbers to his base as well.

Jiang Tang had already thought about making dicine for so ordinary people, which of course required many hands; since he was going to recruit people anyway, why not recruit his own?

Jiang Tang shared this idea with Yan Weiwei, suggesting their family mbers follow them to the base, where they could lead good lives.

However, they would have to leave today after cooking a big feast and bidding farewell to the villagers.

Yan Weiwei, of course, wanted her relatives to follow her.

Even if she couldn’t always be at Jiang Tang’s base, she hoped that her family would have jobs there.

She also wished her family wouldn’t always remain ordinary people but beco cultivators, and then their future paths would be bright.

When Yan Weiwei discussed this idea with her family, although her brothers and parents felt sowhat reluctant to leave their hotown, the prospect of a bright future weighed more, so what was there to hold onto?

Ever since Yan Weiwei was able to cultivate, her family had been afraid of letting her return but also hoped she would co back with a Secret Manual to teach them cultivation.

The two won who married into the family had heard, even before their marriage, that the family’s daughter had joined a Cultivation Sect, and had hoped that after marrying, they too could enjoy wealth and honor, and that their children would also possess genetically inherited Spiritual Roots.

They had never expected such good fortune; Yan Weiwei turned out to be so outstanding, acquainting herself with such a formidable figure.

Judging by their attire, they didn’t look like people without ans – a leader commanding hundreds, certainly not just wealthy, but also capable.

They had just heard that their family might move to live at the Immortal Master’s place, where they could not only cultivate but also have jobs.

Even if it ant leaving their native land behind, the whole family was willing to follow.

Seeing her family so happy, Yan Weiwei gave Jiang Tang an appreciative look.

From now on, she wouldn’t have to worry about her parents and brothers growing old, dying, and not being able to see them anymore.

With the Spirit Rice packed in Storage Bags prepared by Jiang Tang, Yan Weiwei distributed it among her family, and the village people began to set up cooking stoves outside their courtyards.

Those who had already cooked at ho but had not yet had the chance to eat were willing to help cook, anticipating a grand feast soon.

When they learned that the Yan Family might move with their daughter, they felt both envious and jealous; the Clan Leader even instructed them to return after they had completed their studies to assist their fellow villagers.

Yan Weiwei’s parents and brothers simply nodded, saying they would return if the opportunity arose.

They understood that after becoming Immortals, they would have their own ambitions and responsibilities, and where would they find the ti to visit their relatives?

From this day forward, they would belong to two different worlds; if there truly was an opportunity to help, they would.

But they also knew that every person has ambitions and selfish interests; the friend of their daughter had given them this Secret Manual, and even if they could cultivate, they wouldn’t naïvely teach it to everyone.

In the sa village, there were good and bad people.

Without the power to help others, they naturally wouldn’t hastily promise assistance; making promises they couldn’t fulfill would weigh heavily on one’s conscience.

Giving others hope without real help could lead to resentnt.

The villagers were bustling about, starting to cook on the new stoves.

In Jiang Tang’s realm, there were only Spirit Rice and so Spirit Grass he grew.

Later, when he was preparing to move to the base, he bought so vegetable seeds, which he planted in his space, and the harvest was quick.

At the base, they never lacked at, grain, or vegetables.

The two pets were very good at managing the space; the vegetable seeds naturally produced new seeds, and the plants in the space were ever-thriving.

He used another Storage Bag to bring out a lot of vegetables.

The villagers helped wash the vegetables and found them tender and fresh.

The rice too, they heard, was the most expensive Spirit Rice in the Cultivation World.

Ordinary farrs had never eaten such fine things.

Even without seeing at, they felt this al was not to be taken lightly.

Another half hour passed, and the hunters who had gone on their missions had all returned, with bountiful gains.

Everyone’s Storage Bags were filled with more than a few Demonic Beasts, but they were instructed not to bring out all the dead beasts.

Considering there were about 1,000 people here, they released just enough food for them to eat.

When the ordinary people saw the animals brought back by the Immortal Master – tigers, wolves, leopards, wild boars, deer, and sheep –

Over 20 such animals in front of them, the sight of the dead creatures made them sowhat afraid.

The tiger, in particular, was fearso; it truly wasn’t sothing ordinary people could accomplish.

The tiger and the other animals had been killed with a single palm strike, with no visible wounds, but when they opened up the animals’ bellies, their internals were shattered – truly a fearso Immortal Law.

So of the villagers were Hunters who usually just set traps around the outskirts of the mountains; they dared not venture deep into the mountains.

Those with keen eyesight knew that these hunts were not ordinary animals; they were Demonic Beasts from the Cultivation World that had gained sentience.

An ordinary person encountering them could only et death; everyone understood the difference between ordinary people and Immortals.

It was their fortune to eat such at and dishes in this lifeti, and the villagers went about their work happily.

Another half hour went by, and the at had been cleaned and roasted, the golden skins of the prey radiating an intense aroma.

The people present couldn’t help but salivate, and before the feast had even started, they already felt it was a treat.

This remote mountain village was so lively, with the scent of the at drifting far on the wind.

People began to move tables and benches from their hos to the alleys, preparing for the al.