Chapter 33
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Chapter 33: Testing the Clan Children
For the next ten days, Yang Guanfeng and Old Yu came to the forbidden area every night to transfer pure spiritual power to help Chen Yang recover.
After ten days, Chen Yang had regained his energy, and his spiritual power was even more abundant than before.
“Elder, the people are already at the door.”
Seeing the nurturing finished, Yang Lingqing stood at the entrance and said.
“Hmm, Lingqing, let’s go together.”
“Yes.”
The two jumped down the mountain and landed in the large courtyard of the Yang Family.
Yang Feiyun and Yang Xiaolei were already waiting there, and upon seeing them, they bowed respectfully.
Today was the day when the Yang Family tested the clan children, and the entrance to the large courtyard was now filled with people.
Over a hundred adults led their children, with the grown-ups looking tense as they stared at the tall gates of the Yang Family, while the children behind them were filled with excitement and anticipation.
“Master, can my child really go to Misty Mountain to become an immortal?”
The middle-aged man at the front bent forward to ask.
The old steward of the Yang Family turned his head and smiled, “About this, I can’t say for sure. The Master has said it depends on their fate with immortals.”
“Fate with immortals! Yes, it’s all about fate!”
The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly. “My child has had good luck since he was little—he almost drowned when he fell into the river at five, and at eight, he got lost on the mountain for three days and still survived. Now he’s ten, and just last week, he was chased by two wolves during a monster tide and managed to escape!”
“Pfft… Zhao Dapeng, that’s not good luck; that’s pure bad luck!”
“Hahahaha.”
Laughter erupted around, easing the previously tense atmosphere.
At this moment, Yang Feiyun also stepped forward.
After counting the numbers, he noticed an extra family had joined.
“Hmm? Why is there an extra child?”
Before the old steward could answer, a man in the crowd rushed forward, holding his child. He knelt down with a thud.
“Master! My daughter just turned fifteen five days ago. Please have some compassion and let her try! I beg you!”
His daughter followed behind, kneeling and knocking her head on the ground.
The Yang Family had previously set the age limit as children between ten and fourteen, and now that his daughter was just shy of qualifying, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
Yang Feiyun looked down at the father and daughter.
He remembered this family; their surname was Wu. They originally had six members, with the father named Wu San and the girl named Wu Tong.
The girl’s three older brothers had joined the Yang Family’s family soldiers and died in the monster tide. Her mother had also been killed by beasts while protecting her, leaving just the father and daughter now.
According to the rules, it wouldn’t normally be allowed, but thinking of her three brothers, Yang Feiyun decided to let the girl come in and give it a try.
“Alright, stop bowing. Get up and stay at the back.”
Upon hearing this, the father and daughter from the Wu family immediately felt overwhelmed with gratitude. They bowed deeply a few more times to the entrance of the Yang Family and joyfully followed behind.
After the monster tide, the large courtyard of the Yang Family had undergone renovations.
With Old Yu’s involvement, it not only appeared grand but also had an air of immortality about it.
As they passed through the connecting corridor, the children stretched their heads to look around, constantly gasping and exclaiming.
“What a huge artificial mountain!”
“That pavilion is so tall, and it’s draped with wisteria!”
“Look at those carvings and murals! They are the work of immortals!”
“Is that true? Didn’t they say the immortals live on the mountain?”
“Tsk, look at you, so uninformed! The immortals on the mountain are all part of the Yang Family!”
“Oh, I see!”
Upon arriving at the square in the inner courtyard, everyone saw Yang Guanfeng and Yang Lingqing, and they promptly closed their mouths and stood still.
“Fifty-six individuals?”
Yang Lingqing released her divine awareness and scanned the crowd, noticing one extra person.
“Master Lingqing, there is a girl who was fourteen when the order was given, but she just turned fifteen a few days ago.”
Yang Lingqing glanced back at Yang Guanfeng, who gestured for her to decide on her own.
“Hmm, then count her in.”
Yang Lingqing didn’t dwell on it much; to her, one extra person didn’t make much difference.
“Arrange yourselves by the previous order! When I call a name, step forward!”
“Zhao Qi.”
“Here!”
Zhao Dapeng’s son, Zhao Qi, the boy who had always been unlucky, stepped forward.
This child looked ordinary—neither too tall nor too short, neither too fat nor too thin, with seemingly no standout features.
“Extend your hand.”
“Yes, Elder Master!”
Zhao Qi rolled up his sleeve and extended his arm.
Yang Guanfeng gently placed his hand on it and released spiritual power.
After a moment, he quietly exclaimed in his heart.
“Such a thing? Can the first one really succeed?”
He was somewhat incredulous and reached out to check again, confirming that this child named Zhao Qi had intact twelve energy channels and truly possessed the qualifications for cultivation.
“Not bad, step behind me.”
Zhao Qi stood there in a daze, while his father rushed up to push him forward.
“Master is talking to you! What are you standing around for? Hurry up!”
“Oh, I see.”
Zhao Qi quickly nodded, thanked Yang Guanfeng, and stepped behind him.
Zhao Dapeng’s face flushed red at this moment, and his heart was filled with joy. He stood tall, straightening his back that had been bent from working in the fields for half a lifetime, amidst the envious looks from others.
“Next.”
“Step down.”
“Continue.”
“Step down.”
…
After Zhao Qi, over fifty children in a row did not have the potential for cultivation.
Either their Qi meridians were broken or their energy channels were missing.
This was considered normal, as Yang Guanfeng had originally come with the thought that no one would qualify.
Chen Yang watched the entire process. Unfortunately, his arms were not long enough to reach down the cliff; otherwise, he too would want to "check" these children.
In the blink of an eye, all fifty-five children had been tested.
Aside from Zhao Qi, no one else had potential for cultivation.
“Hmm, it looks like it’s over, but gaining one child with cultivation potential is already a win. Old Yang really has good luck,” Chen Yang thought.
After testing all fifty-five individuals, Yang Guanfeng turned his gaze to the last pair of father and daughter. Their foreheads still bore the bloodstains from bowing.
Wu San looked at Yang Guanfeng with a frightened expression, feeling as if he was facing a towering mountain, the pressure in his chest almost causing him to choke.
Yang Guanfeng glanced at him and then moved his gaze past him.
It was normal for mortals to react this way upon seeing a cultivator.
However, when he looked at the girl beside the man, he noticed that this seemingly fragile girl had an unusually determined gaze fixed on him.
Yang Guanfeng had seen countless people; he could tell this was not a case of a young one being fearless in the face of danger.
“Come forward.”
Since the girl’s name was not on the list, Yang Guanfeng beckoned her directly.
Wu Tong clenched her fists and then stepped forward decisively.
Yang Guanfeng placed his fingertips on Wu Tong’s arm, and spiritual power was immediately released.
Once the spiritual power entered her body, he felt that it was operating quite unsteadily.
But interestingly, although the spiritual power moved awkwardly, it did not get blocked even once, and in the end, it flowed through successfully.
“Lingqing, come take a look.”
“Yes.”
Yang Lingqing stepped forward to check again, and after a moment, she turned to nod at Yang Guanfeng.
Although it was very challenging, it indeed passed through.
