Chapter 7

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the courtyard, the family of three stared at each other, all in the motions of digesting. Ye Wen and Ye Dahai were trying their best to digest Ye Yan’s words, while Ye Yan himself was digesting his dinner.

Seeing his father and brother in a daze, he knew that it would take them some time to accept all this. Thus, he secretly reached out for a piece of dried radish in Ye Dahai’s bowl.

“Let go,” The moment he touched the dried radish, his father’s murderous eyes instantly turned to him, “Are you serious?”

Others might not believe Ye Yan’s words about longevity, ascension, and celestial immortality, but Ye Dahai had heard some strange things from his elders when he was young. To him, Ye Yan’s words were plausible.

“It’s true! Big brother was just sent flying because of the formation in my sect. It’s used to prevent intruders. Without my permission, no one can step into the house. Father, if you don’t believe me, you can go up the mountain tomorrow to verify it,” Worried that Ye Dahai wouldn’t believe him, Ye Yan hurriedly explained.

After hearing his son’s words, Ye Dahai felt that the matter was quite serious. Regardless of whether it was true or not, his son had to be careful with his subsequent actions.

He stuffed the dried radish in his hand into his mouth and said seriously, “Kid, listen up. Keep the matter of cultivation to yourself. Don’t let anyone else know about it. If you get yourself into trouble, I won’t help you!”

Ye Yan was stunned for a moment. He didn’t expect his dad to believe him so easily, then he laughed. That’s right, he was also planning to hide the matter to prevent any unexpected disaster, and wait until he had the strength before showing himself. Dumen Village was very close to the northern mountain, and it was only a matter of time before the sect grew big. They had to be wary of outsiders.

“Right!” Ye Dahai took a bite of the plain bun and frowned, “Yanzi, are there any spells in your cultivation that can be used on the fields? If it can make the rice and bean sprouts of our family grow better, we won’t have to struggle so hard and be so frugal in the future.”

When Ye Wen heard this, he suddenly felt that the dried radish in his mouth didn’t taste good anymore. The image of himself holding a big bowl of rice and taking a big mouthful of sweet potato leaves appeared in his mind. How comfortable that feeling must be! Unconsciously, he turned to Ye Yan with some anticipation.

“Of course I do, I’ll learn it when I’m free!” Ye Yan nodded repeatedly, noting it down in his heart.

…

After the meal, the family washed up and turned off the lights. People in this era went to bed early and did not carry out night activities. Ye Dahai and ye Wen had been working hard for the whole day and had long fallen asleep. As for Ye Yan, who claimed to be a night owl, he sneaked to the yard and sat down.

“System, bring up the personal panel,” As he looked around the house, he called out to the system in a low voice.

[The personal panel has been brought up.]

[Note: The host can communicate with the system through his consciousness. There is no need to speak.]

How human-friendly!

Ye Yan’s panel soon appeared in front of him.

[Host: Ye Yan]

[Bone Age: 10 years]

[Physical State: Healthy]

[Aptitude: Son of Heaven’s Secrets]

[Items: None]

[Spells: None]

[Dharma Techniques: Willow Heaven and Earth (evolution progress: 1/100]

[Cultivation: 20/100 (beginner Qi-forging Realm, rank 1)]

As expected, the data on the system panel showed that he had entered the Qi-forging Realm. Since just now, he felt that he had become more sensitive to the air around him. He could notice even the slightest fluctuation, and a warm feeling was constantly transmitted from his abdomen. It was especially comfortable. It should be called the dantian, right?

His body was also much lighter, and he was not as tired as usual when he went down the mountain. Other than that, there were no other changes.

When he saw that the empty spells column, Ye Yan suddenly felt helpless, “Tsk, this is a serious problem. It’s embarrassing for a cultivator to not have any spells!”

However, where could he find spells in this small and ordinary village? He couldn’t possibly expect to fall off a cliff and run into an old man, right?

[Ding! The system has detected the host’s distress and has thus launched a spell synthesis function. Please check it out.]

What a good system! It gave him whatever he was lacking! Ye Yan was so touched by the system’s help that he even wanted to treat it to a meal. He immediately pulled up the panel for spell synthesis. Yes, it was the familiar grids he had imagined.

The primary materials were still ink and wood, which would probably remain unchanged in the future. It was a pity that he had left the wood on the mountain and did not have it on him.

The third grid was spirit stones, which he didn’t lack at the moment. The fourth grid was the spell core, which might be similar to the main image of the technique back then. Both required Ye Yan to come up with them himself.

At present, the only material he was lacking was wood. He could just go up the mountain tomorrow to cut some and collect more for future use.

The next day, when the sky was slightly bright…

“The clouds form the sky, held by righteousness. It’s as soft as cotton, able to support 10000 kilograms…” In his sleep, Ye Yan was still murmuring the contents of yesterday’s cultivation method. He didn’t realize that his father was standing at the door and looking at him.

[Ding! The host has been cultivating in his dreams, and the evolution of the Dharmic technique has advanced. The host’s cultivation has broken through to rank 2 of the Qi-forging Realm.]

No matter if it was of any use, the system’s notification sounded as usual, though not affecting Ye Yan’s sleep at all. Ye Dahai looked at Ye Yan who was still sleeping and revealed a sneer. He called Ye Wen over and strode forward, wrapped up Ye Yan in the mat, and threw him out of the door.

“Little rascal, are you still sleeping? Even the chickens are up! This is your food for today. Take it, go and cultivate, and come back at night!”

Bang! As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy sound of the door closing was heard.

In the cold morning wind, Ye Yan held his bamboo mat and walked with a resentful face.

“What’s the need for this? I have an automatic cultivation function. There’s just no need for me to come out so early…”

He thought about going back to sleep, but when he thought about Ye Dahai and his bamboo stick, he gave up.

“Geng, get up!” When he arrived at Chen Geng’s house, he did not hesitate to wake Chen Geng up with a chicken feather and pull him out the door.

He couldn’t be the only one that was resentful! The two of them carried their bags and went up the mountain. At this time, the sun had just risen. The two of them laid out their bamboo mats and were in a daze. Chen Geng took out the breakfast he had brought from home and started eating.

Perhaps it was because they had just woken up and their brains were not working yet, but the two did not speak.

Suddenly, Ye Yan thought of something, and quickly called the system in his heart, “System, can I see Chen Geng’s panel?”

[Ding! The sect member’s panel is opened. The host can freely check the sect member’s data panel.]

[Name: Chen Geng]

[Bone Age: 8 years]

[Physical Condition: Good]

[Aptitude: Normal]

[Cultivation: 0/100 (mortal, no realm)]

[Sect Identity: Outer sect disciple (+)]

[Sect Position: None (+)]

Chen Geng was an ordinary person with ordinary values. There were no fluctuations in his data and he was currently in a state where he had no cultivation. As for the two plus signs in the last two columns, they were there for Ye Yan to change. He tried to click on the column for “sect position”, but there was nothing in it, only a bunch of bars that he had to insert himself.

Ye Yan had thought of designing a whole set of positions, but for a sect with only two people, they didn’t seem to need it. So, he set up an elder position for Chen Geng. As for the function of said position, who knew?