Because these students operated independently, everything they gained from this trip was theirs to keep. Yan Xiaobao hoped to acquire plenty of magic crystals and beast cores to research.
As the six-person group traversed the outskirts of the Magic Forest, they entered a small valley that seed to erge from the forest itself, but it ultimately led to Yan Xiaobao’s ho.
Excitent bubbled within Yan Xiaobao as he called out to Ma Chicheng to ride the last few miles. A subtle smile crept onto his face, full of anticipation to once again see the place where he spent the first ten years of his life.
Yan Xiaobao rode on a magical steed, a nostalgic expression gracing his face. The landscape they passed was the very hillside where Yan Xiaobao trained in Martial Arts and watched over goats during the first ten years of his life in this different world.
Yan Xiaobao noticed that there were no goats on the hillside today, causing him to furrow his brows. He started wondering whether sothing was wrong in the village. These goats were the village’s most prized possessions and were well cared for. Their absence today was quite alarming.
When he saw Gao Yan and Ma Kong beside him riding with wide smiles and glimring eyes, he sighed deeply, clearly observing the true state of a village nestled within the Magic Forest.
"Don’t expect too much," Yan Xiaobao warned them with a smile. "Our village has no cultivators, and since we can’t hunt in the forest, it’s really poor."
Hearing this evoked a hint of doubt in the expressions of the two bright-eyed companions. Though they understood they might have overestimated the village, deep-rooted childhood stories in their minds made it hard to comprehend how people without proper cultivation bases could survive in such a perilous place as the Magic Forest.
"You should believe him," Rong Ming comnted with a smile from the front, pointing to the hills they were currently crossing. "When I first t him, he was always running up and down these hills caring for his village’s goats."
The young Yan Xiaobao, who had gained great fa in Liluo City, was once just a child accustod to spending his days on these hills. The group continued with steady steps toward the village, eliciting laughter at the thought of all those goats.
Finally, Yan Xiaobao lost patience and urged Ma Chicheng forward, quickly catching up with the Rong twins and Deng Wu as they dashed toward his ho. Once Yan Xiaobao began charging towards the village, clear laughter echoed behind him. Within seconds, the calm procession transford into a group of young people racing against one another, genuinely enjoying their ti.
As Yan Xiaobao approached the village, he passed by several fields and imdiately recognized the weathered faces of many villagers toiling diligently with their crops.
Upon hearing the sound of galloping horses, the villagers promptly gathered their tools and hurried to inform the village chief that guests had arrived.
Slowing his gait as he entered the village, Yan Xiaobao allowed the others to catch up. Apart from the Rong twins and Yan Xiaobao, everyone seed astounded by the ager crops and the struggles of surviving in overused soil, evident on the villagers’ faces.
They rode through these fields into the village square, but none of them spoke upon arrival. Everyone stared in awe, realizing Yan Xiaobao had not exaggerated when he described the village’s poverty.
Initially, the villagers hid their few possessions that could be salvaged, fearing it might be a bandit raid. However, upon noticing the white-haired boy riding a magical steed, their emotions erupted in excitent.
"Yan Xiaobao!" The village chief’s voice rang out, stunned. While it was common for the Rong twins to visit with the guards of the Rong Family, no one had expected them to bring back Yan Xiaobao.
The once-abandoned village burst into joyous laughter as every hidden villager erged from their hiding spots, warmly welcoming their beloved child returning after almost a year’s absence.
Yan Xiaobao scanned the surroundings. Despite being away for nearly a year, everything in the village felt the sa as before. The goats remained in their pens, and the houses appeared so fragile they seed ready to collapse with a gust of wind.
Everything was unchanged, and as Yan Xiaobao searched the crowd for two specific faces, a wave of nostalgia swept over him.
"Your mother has returned ho," the village elder said with a smile. "Your father, along with the other n from the village, is currently in the forest."
Yan Xiaobao nodded, acknowledging that it made sense for his father not to be there, though he couldn’t understand why his mother was ho instead of working in the fields with the other won.
"Co along," a lodious voice called from behind. Rong Xing appeared and effortlessly took the reins of the magical steed Yan Xiaobao was riding.
As they approached the edge of the village, excitent blood on Yan Xiaobao’s face. The hut they arrived at was considered the worst in the entire village, but it carried imnse significance for Yan Xiaobao, knowing it belonged to his adoptive parents.
Upon reaching the house, Yan Xiaobao suddenly paused outside the door, steadying his nerves before knocking. He was strangely anxious, briefly questioning whether to enter or knock first.
Eventually, he decided to knock before slowly swinging the door open, savoring the creaking sound as it revealed the interior of the hut.
Hui Lifen was standing in the kitchen, preparing porridge for her husband’s dinner. Her beautiful face remained as Yan Xiaobao rembered it, but her body had changed significantly due to pregnancy and seed ready for imminent childbirth.
The sight startled Yan Xiaobao, but his shock was quickly replaced by joy. In his previous world, Yan Xiaobao had no siblings, yet in this world, he seed destined to gain a younger sibling. A sudden surge of protectiveness welled up from deep within his soul.
Hearing the creaking sound of the door, Hui Lifen turned around, her face lighting up with a smile. She rushed toward her young son with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Xiao Yue!" she cried as she wrapped her arms tightly around the boy, giving him a big hug. "We’ve been so worried about you, you little rascal," she cried while scolding him lovingly. A mother’s love was the strongest bond, and Yan Xiaobao had to admit he felt lucky to be ho with her again.
Releasing him from the embrace, Hui Lifen ushered Yan Xiaobao to the table where she sat, curious to hear about his experiences over the past year since leaving.
As they sat by the table, Yan Xiaobao retrieved three mory Stones. One was of high quality, while the other two were of dium quality, each containing different contents.
Hui Lifen’s eyes widened as she moved closer to the table, staring at the three black stones placed there in astonishnt.
"These are...?" she asked curiously.
"They’re gifts for you," Yan Xiaobao said with a radiant smile, picking up a storage stone and placing it before Hui Lifen. "Open it," he encouraged, his face alight with happiness, revealing his anticipation to see how thrilled she would be upon discovering the contents.
Without needing to be told twice, Hui Lifen quickly opened the mory Stone. Her expression of excitent rapidly turned into shock as she saw an abundance of food, drinks, fabrics, and even money stored inside.
"Xiao Yue, you didn’t steal all this, did you?" she asked in a trembling voice, never having seen such wealth before.
"They’re gifts from my teacher," Yan Xiaobao explained, honestly attributing all his good fortune to Lan Feng, who had guided him. He spoke without lying, as Lan Feng was indeed part of everything Yan Xiaobao had accomplished.
"You found a good teacher?" Hui Lifen asked, the joy in her expression erasing the earlier shock.
"I found an incredible teacher; he also gave these," Yan Xiaobao said, holding up the two average-quality mory Stones. "One contains cultivation techniques, and the other Martial Arts Skills," Yan Xiaobao began to explain, "I initially planned to give them to so random children in the village so they could start training to protect everyone. But now that I’m going to have a younger sibling, I want to ask you to keep them for him or her. Once the child is born, place these mory Stones on their forehead, and afterward, hand over the stones to the village chief."
At hearing this, Hui Lifen’s face turned serious. She nodded with determination. It was natural for Yan Xiaobao to prioritize his family’s safety before anyone else’s, especially in a challenging world like this.
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