Chapter 1 - Faerie

Yang Junshan was shocked, he suddenly sat up and realised that he was actually on top of a wooden bed. As he violently shook the bed, the bed underneath him also revealed a look of protest.

The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, the familiar furnishings in the house, they emitted a warm and natural feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time, as he slowly dug out the things that were already frozen in the depths of Yang Junshan's memories.

The only thing he was unfamiliar with was its body, which had shrunk in half, but it was still wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.

How did I becomalf-grown child?

Before this thought could even form in Yang Junshan's mind, an even more tyrannical thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him dumbstruck. This is what I was likundred years ago, I have been reborn!

The current memories and the experienceundred years later began to mutually repel each other, as memories from different locations of different periods flooded into Yang Junshan's mind in a chaotic fashion. The spatial disorder caused Yang Junshan's entire being to become absent-minded, and only when a small white hand moved more and more clearly in front of his eyes, did Yang Junshan regain his senses.

A smiling, delicate face suddenly appeared in his line of sight. She giggled and said, "Big brother, big brother, you recovered your soul! You recovered your soul!"

Yang Junshan's eyes lit up once again. Looking at the cute little girl in front of him, he asked witint of disbelief: "Little sister?"

The little girl giggled and then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes. She said in a childish voice, "Big brother, you don't even know this little sister anymore? You have been lying beside your bed in a daze for the past two hours, thinking about the Banyan Mountain's enclosure, right? "

The little girl's words caused the memories in Yang Junshan's mind to instantly retrace back tundred years later. It was only until the scene from a hundred years ago in Yang Junshan's memory replayed itself in his mind, then completely blended together with the scene in front of him. The prodigal son who had experienced hundreds of years in his previous life had finally, too, completely merged with the young Yang Junshan.

The little girl had already hopped to Yang Junshan's side. She turned her body and propped herself up with her hands, then sat beside Yang Junshan on the bed as she continued to speak with her sweet voice: "I heard father and Uncle Hundred Karma say that all the immortal items in the Banyan Mountain's encampment were picked by me, and there are still many dangers inside. There are always vicious beasts coming and going, where's Big Bro, can't Big Bro go?"

Yang Junshan lovingly caressed his sister's head, causing Yang Junxin to be extremely unwilling: "Aiya, don't rub your head, this is mom braiding me so early in the morning!"

Scenes from his previous life flashed back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan laughed and said: "Little sister, I do not need to worry, although Banyan Mountain is dangerous, with the Immortal Spirit Treasures selected by the Mountain Shaking Sect and the other big clans, there might be some high quality Immortal Spirit Objects that they did not find. Perhaps big brother is lucky, and just happened to find them."

"How could it be that easy!"

One of them was younger than him by two or three years, but a little boy who looked somewhat similar stood at the door all this time. Hearing Yang Junshan's words, he curled his lips and said: "Big brother, father finally goiece of mud-yellow stone from grandmother, although it isn't good, it can still be considered to be a mid quality immortal spirit, and it's not like you don't know how difficult it was for my grandfather to obtain this immortal spirit object. For the sake of this immortal spirit object, Dad and the rest of the fifth uncle may have received ridicule.

A few days ago, the two of them were arguing over the ownership of a bow. Since Yang Junshan was an elder, he took that Sang Mu Bow from his second brother's hands using the strength of an elder, causing his second brother to wail for a while from his parents. It was only when his father promised to buy him another Sang Mu Bow when he was twelve that he finally stopped talking.

Yang Junshan looked at his second brother, who still had a hint of worry on his face, and thought back to the hundred years of experience he had in his sleep. His heart couldn't help but feel warm as he said in a warm voice, "Second brother, don't worry, it's jusrip to Banyan Mountain, if there's nothing else, it's not too late to summon my spirit with that yellow earth stone.

Yang Junping's eyes immediately lit up, but then he thought of something and muttered: "If you had spoken to me like that the day before yesterday, then that Sang Mu Gong would have stopped arguing with you. I know that father bought that Sang Mu Bow for you, so he went to Banyan Mountain."

Yang Junshan saw his second brother muttering at the side, and could not help but ask: "Second brother, what did you say?"

Yang Junping snorted: "I don't need your yellowish stone, you speak so lightly, as though you are certain that you can obtain a celestial spirit. Don't you know how dangerous that is? Our eastern Blacksmith Zhang's Hu Zi is younger than you by a year, he ihird-rate talent, cultivating together with you is almost a success, how many times has Zhang Huzi flaunted in front of us, if you don't summon your spirits now, I think we won't be able to beat him next time. "

Yang Junshan jumped down from the bed, walked in front of Second Brother and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry, it will be fine."

After he finished speaking, he walked past him and out of his own room, leaving behind Yang Junping who was patted on the shoulder by his big brother. He turned his head to look at Yang Junshan's back and followed behind him.

Outside the house, Yang Tiangang had just finished drawing ouot of dry smoke. He was sitting on the millstone and "Dang Dang" as he knocked on the pipe.

's third aunt, Yang Tian Fang, had gone through great difficulties to obtain this jade mouth sandbag pot. For the sake of this High quality magical equipment, Yang Tiangang had basically invested half of his family's resources into it, and for this reason, Yang Junshan's family had lived a bitter life with Yang Junshan. It was only when Yang Tiangang's family separated from them three years ago and came to Mengyu County to be their Village Head did their days slowly improve.

There were two small bags hanging on top of Yang Tiangang's smoke bag. One was made from ordinary black cloth, and inside the bag was a big bag of tobacco. Normally, he would smoke these, while the other smaller bag looked a lot drier.

However, Yang Junshan knew that the tobacco in the embroidered bag waype of low grade Spirit Grass Cold Jade Smoke Leaf. A puff of cold air that carried a faint feeling of spirit energy, causing one to feel relaxed and happy, which Yang Tiangang normally used to smoke when he was happy or had guests coming to visit.

Furthermore, Yang Junshan knew that his father's brocade sack was not only used to store cold jade smoke. This brocade sack was also a small storage bag, and there were many things inside that were much larger than the brocade sack.

When he saw Yang Junshan coming out, Yang Tiangang dug into the black smoke bag and slowly dug ouot of smoke. He pinched the smoke, and with a twist of his thumb and forefinger, sparks started to flicker and the smoke pot was immediately lit ablaze. "Ba da ba", he inhaled two mouthfuls of smoke before exhaling a cloud of smoke and looking at Yang Junshan, he said, "Have you thought about it?"

Yang Junshan's face was young and tender, but his expression was firm, and he nodded his head: "Since you have made up your mind, you can go to Banyan Mountain!"

"Where are you going!?" "Where to?"

With a swing of his hands, his hands that were drenched in water immediately became dry. Then, he stretched out a finger and pointed at Yang Junshan's forehead, cursing: "Little bastard, do you know where the Banyan Mountain is? Those sects' families were all uneasy and kind. They said they would give everyone a nice chance, but if they only allowed children to enter and didn't let adults follow, then what was the difference between that and courting death? "You're not allowed to go, just not allowed. If you go, I'll break your legs!"

Yang Junshan dodged the old lady's finger, but no matter how he shook his head, Han Xiumei's finger was able to accurately point at his forehead. Helpless, Yang Junshan could only use his hand to protect his forehead and shout: "Aiya, it's painful, it's painful, Mother, don't worry, it'll be fine."

Han Xiumei became even angrier upon hearing this, and retracted her finger without waiting for Yang Junshan to rejoice, a slap had already landed on the back of his head, causing him to stagger and say: "Little brat, what do you know, is it so easy, Mother? Your father has spent so much time and effort to find yellow earth stones for you to use, he must go to Banyan Mountain! Even if you had the ability to come back from Banyan Mountain, would you be able to find a Celestial Spirit that is even better than Earth Yellow Stone? Countless people have already plundered that place, and there are no good things left! "

How could Han Xiumei not know that his son had already made up his mind to fight against him until the end? With worry in her heart, she could only turn to Yang Tiangang and ask, "Head, what did you say?"

Yang Tiangang took a deep breath and covered his face with the smoke. Then, he slowly asked Yang Junshan, "You have always had less respect for one thing than another, did you train in archery for a year just to go to Banyan Mountain?"

Yang Junshan scratched his head, laughed, and said: "Yes!"

Yang Tiangang smoked in the dry smoke without saying a word. When Yang Junping and Yang Junxin came out of the house, they did not dare say a word. The whole family stood in the center of the courtyard waiting for Yang Tiangang to make a decision.

After finishing another pot of dry smoke, Yang Tiangang knocked the ash off the cigarette, looked at Yang Junshan, and said: "Then go!"

Hearing that, Han Xiumei became anxious, and shouted loudly: "Boss, you …."

Yang Tiangang waved his hand, interrupting Han Xiumei: "Alright, it's rare for boss to focus on one thing for so long. Since he was preparing to go to Banyan Mountain since a year ago, and has also learnt the archery skill, I will bring him there in three days."

Seeing that Han Xiumei was still worried, Yang Tiangang said: "At that time, we will just let him wander around the outskirts of Banyan Mountain, there won't be any big danger, at worst, we will just get nothing out of it!"