105: Chapter 105 Taking Many Wives and Concubines

Chapter 106: Taking Many Wives and Concubines

A piece of news spread from Baili Mountain.

Subsequently, it spread through Luoxi Mouth and Qinggeng Slope almost overnight.

The newly appointed Family Head of the Jiang Family, Jiang Xingshi, wished to arrange a marriage.

Not only that, but the Jiang Family also issued an announcement.

The position of the primary wife was already set, and it was Liu Zhaozhi.

In addition to this, the Jiang Family also desired to select two co-wives and several concubines.

Any subordinate clans, Guest Elders, or allied families with daughters of eligible age could submit their names.

For a time, there was a flurry of discussion.

Luoxi Mouth, the main courtyard of the Sun Family.

Sun Changshui was currently flipping through the paddy field ledgers.

The courtyard gate was suddenly burst open, and Sun Jingcheng and Sun Jingan rushed in, one after the other.

Both of them had only entered the Dao this year, cultivating the First-Grade Rain Water.

At sixteen years old, it was exactly the time when their youthful Heart-Nature was at its peak.

Sun Jingcheng plopped down, his face full of schadenfreude.

“Clan Chief!”

“Have you heard?”

Sun Changshui did not even raise his head.

“What is it?”

Sun Jingcheng chuckled and said, “The main family's new Clan Chief is going to take many wives and concubines.”

“I originally thought that everyone in the Jiang Family was an ascetic Cultivator, each more composed than the last.”

“I didn't expect that, in the end, he is still just a man.”

“Now that he has become the Family Head, he immediately wants to marry wives and take concubines—”

Before he could finish his sentence...

Smack!

The ledger was slammed shut, and Sun Changshui slowly raised his head.

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly turned cold, but Sun Jingan was completely oblivious, taking over the conversation instead.

“What's so strange about that?”

“He is about the same age as us.”

“If I were the Family Head, I would probably marry even more than he did.”

“Anyway—”

“Shut up!”

Sun Changshui slammed his hand onto the table, his voice like thunder.

Both of them were startled at the same time.

Sun Changshui stood up abruptly, his face incredibly grim.

“How have I taught you all these years?”

“The Jiang Family saved the lives of our Sun Family.”

“Without the Jiang Family, how could there be a place for the Sun Family to stand in Luoxi Mouth!”

“Now that you have entered the Dao and your wings have grown strong, you dare to recklessly gossip about the Family Head of the main family?”

“Kneel down!”

The two of them immediately shrank their necks and knelt down obediently.

Sun Changshui pointed in the direction of Baili Mountain.

“Kowtow!”

“Apologize to Baili Mountain!”

The two had no choice but to comply, their foreheads hitting the ground with loud thuds.

But their faces clearly showed their defiance.

Sun Jingan lowered his head and muttered softly, “He's only a few years older than us anyway...”

“Strip away his status as the Family Head, and how much nobler could he really be...”

“I heard the clan elders discussing things before, and when it comes to suppressing others with sheer prestige, he is far inferior to—”

Bang!

A figure flew backward.

Sun Jingan was kicked straight out of the courtyard gate by Sun Changshui, rolling several times before stopping.

Sun Jingcheng was so terrified that he burst into tears on the spot, his snot and tears falling into his mouth as he tried to speak, making his words garbled and incoherent.

“Clan Chief, I was wrong!”

“I'll kowtow!”

“I'll kowtow right now!”

“It really has nothing to do with me—”

”

Sun Changshui's chest heaved, and it took a long time before he suppressed his anger.

“Get out, all of you get out.”

“If I ever hear you recklessly gossiping about the Jiang Family again, I will personally bind you and drag you up to Baili Mountain to beg for forgiveness!”

Hearing this, Jingcheng felt as if he had been granted a grand amnesty. He scrambled out of the courtyard, helped up the groaning Sun Jingan from the ground, and the two of them fled in embarrassment.

Quiet was finally restored to the courtyard. Sun Changshui sat back down in his chair and looked toward Baili Mountain, his brow gradually furrowing.

Jiang Xingshi...

Just what are you planning?

Qinggeng Slope was no longer as desolate as it once was.

Newly opened ridges of fields stretched all the way from the foot of the hill to its waist, with spiritual channels crisscrossing and distinct gullies.

Many newly built wooden huts could also be seen in the fields.

Some were inhabited by the remaining Mortals of the Yao Family, while others were built by the relatives of the Disciples brought by Ji Hanzhou.

On the eastern side of the slope, a Spring Well was slowly bubbling with Spiritual Qi.

The well water flowed along the ditches, completely nourishing more than ten mu of spiritual fields nearby.

Ji Hanzhou stood by the edge of the field. With a wave of his sleeve, dozens of strands of earthy-yellow spiritual light sank into the ground.

The originally hard spiritual soil instantly loosened.

As the soil churned, one could even faintly smell a hint of the fresh fragrance of spiritual grain.

Behind him followed several Mortals, all of whom were farmers left behind from the Yao Family's former lands.

Having been trained by Ji Hanzhou for half a year, they had gradually learned how to distinguish the fertility of spiritual soil.

While casting his spell, Ji Hanzhou explained.

“The area around the Spring Well has a spiritual nature that leans toward the wood attribute.”

“When drawing Qi, you must not fill it up all at once. Otherwise, the earth veins will become congested, which will instead damage the Spiritual Roots.”

“First draw thirty percent, wait for three days, and then perform the second soil nourishment.”

The several Mortals listened intently.

Not far away.

Chen Baisheng squatted by the edge of the field, holding a blade of grass in his hand, silently observing the growth of the spiritual grain.

He still had a taciturn nature and did not like to speak.

If others said ten sentences, he might not even reply with one.

Yet now, the small plot of land belonging to the Chen Family was instead kept in perfect order under his care.

By Ji Hanzhou's side, the two youngsters, Chen Tinghuai and Chen Xiaotang, were spinning around him incessantly.

Both of them had entered the Dao in recent years and had received guidance from Ji Hanzhou, so it was exactly the time when their curiosity was strongest.

“Master, why can't we plant Green Bud Grass near the Spring Well?”

“Master, how many times can spiritual grain ripen in a year?”

“Master, why do we cultivate the Rain Water while you, Master Ji, cultivate the Autumn Method?”

The veins on Ji Hanzhou's temples throbbed slightly; he was getting a headache from all the questions.

Just as he was about to speak...

Suddenly, a speck of green light flew over from the horizon.

It was extremely fast, crossing a distance of several miles in the blink of an eye.

Chen Tinghuai was sharp-eyed.

“A bird?”

Ji Hanzhou shook his head.

“No.”

As the green light drew near, it turned out to be a palm-sized green-feathered paper sparrow.

Runes flowed across the paper sparrow's body. It circled Ji Hanzhou once before slowly landing in his palm.

This was a communication method Wen Zhibai had recently figured out: folding a sparrow out of talisman paper and sealing a strand of Divine Sense inside, allowing messages to be sent within dozens of miles.

Although it could not transmit messages over long distances, its advantage lay in its extremely low consumption.

Nowadays, most of the correspondence between Baili Mountain, Luoxi Mouth, and Qinggeng Slope was delivered by these green-feathered paper sparrows.

Currently, Wen Zhibai resided permanently at Luoxi Mouth, cultivating while helping the Jiang Family repair Formations and transmit information to various places.

Some time ago, he had married a woman from the Sun Family. She was now pregnant, meaning he had truly established roots in Luoxi Mouth.

Ji Hanzhou unfolded the paper sparrow, took a few glances, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Chen Baisheng raised his head.

“What is it?”

Ji Hanzhou folded the letter and tucked it into his robe.

“The new Clan Chief of the Jiang Family is going to marry wives and take concubines.”

Chen Baisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously.

“That is a good thing.”

“The Jiang Family's family business is growing larger now. They indeed ought to have more children.”

As he spoke, he actually began to ponder seriously.

“I'll ask around later to see which girls in the Chen Family are not yet married.”

“If there are suitable ones, it is only proper to send a few over.”

Ji Hanzhou chuckled upon hearing this.

Was this Chen Baisheng really so single-minded?

He could naturally see through it.

Jiang Xingshi's move might not truly be for the sake of marrying; it likely held a deeper meaning.

However, as he was only positioned as a Guest Elder, he could not be bothered to pry into the Jiang Family's private matters.

Right at this moment...

Ji Hanzhou suddenly frowned.

Boom! A powerful Spiritual Pressure rose from the distance, sweeping over like a tidal wave.

Chen Tinghuai and Chen Xiaotang, who had still been chattering, shut their mouths at the same time, their faces filled with panic.

Even the nearby Mortals sensed that something was wrong and raised their heads one after another.

Ji Hanzhou slowly stood up, narrowing his eyes as he looked toward the horizon.

He saw a streak of light rapidly approaching Qinggeng Slope at an extremely high speed.

While still miles away, the aura belonging to a Late Stage Qi Refining Cultivator pressed down without any concealment.

His presence was flamboyant, as if he were terrified that others wouldn't know he had arrived.

Ji Hanzhou gently patted the soil off his cuffs, the smile on his face gradually fading.

“It seems trouble has come to our door.”

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