Chapter 223
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Chapter 223: Casual Greetings
But the address seemed a bit off.
Junior Brother?
Out of fear, the old man didn’t dare to look too closely, fearing he might provoke Ji Yang’s displeasure.
At this moment, many disciples were heading toward the market.
The vendors in the market initially felt some fear and worry, but when they saw the He Dao Sect disciples spend generously, their expressions gradually changed from worry to smiles.
“Friend, this magical tool is an ancient magical tool fragment. It has extraordinary powers. If you can gather a total of forty-nine identical fragments, you can restore this magical tool to wholeness. Would you like it?”
“Hmph, do you think I’m a fool?”
“Please don’t leave, I have other items here…”
Although they were spending lavishly, as disciples of a large sect, their discernment was still sharp.
Ji Yang also stepped off the spiritual boat and walked into the market, with several disciples following him.
This was Ji Yang’s first visit to the market, and he was quite curious.
Along the main road, there were many small vendors, each displaying their goods in front of them for passing cultivators to see.
Among them were talismans, magical tools, pills, and more…
Ji Yang even saw some people selling clothing worn by female cultivators from the Cultivation World.
This made Ji Yang look puzzled; did anyone actually buy this?
Before he could finish his thought, two disciples from He Dao Sect quietly moved toward that vendor.
Ji Yang: …
He said nothing.
As he walked along, Ji Yang also tried to see if there were any hidden gems, perhaps among the items sold by these vendors there would truly be something extraordinary.
However, after walking a circle, Ji Yang realized he had overestimated things.
Most of the items being sold here were magical tools, and high-level magical tools were rare to see; it was a comparatively low-end market.
As for the ancient magical tool fragments on display, they likely came from last week, with rust still drying on them.
Ji Yang shook his head and looked away.
After looking around, Ji Yang returned to the spiritual boat and immediately called for Ruan Yong’an and He Feng, informing them that he had something to attend to and would be back in a few days. He instructed them to stay put and contact him via Transmission if anything came up.
While Ji Yang preferred to be unrestricted, he understood that this task was arranged by the elders, likely with Ye Wuchen’s input as well.
Otherwise, why would the Sect Master let him go out for training?
Unless he didn’t want to stay in He Dao Sect, he still needed to complete this training mission.
As for the other disciples, he would see how things progressed.
Ji Yang felt that this outing would likely not be peaceful.
Although Ruan Yong’an and the others were puzzled, they did not ask further questions and just nodded in agreement.
After giving his instructions, Ji Yang’s body transformed into a shadow and passed through the flying boat, soaring into the sky, all in silence.
The reason he stayed here was not for any other reason but because it was very close to his village.
After being away for so long, he didn’t know how things were in the village. Although it wasn’t truly his home, he had lived there for more than ten years, and his feelings still remained.
…
Huangtu Village, an obscure little village, rarely received outsiders except for some passing merchants.
On this day, a figure strolled in with a relaxed pace from outside the village.
The figure paused at the village entrance, surveyed the surroundings, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Fortunately, it still looked the same.
The person was Ji Yang, who had traveled for an hour.
The market where the spiritual boat had stopped was a bit far from here, which Ji Yang had done on purpose.
Now he was a cultivator with a calamity hanging over him, and he didn’t want to bring that into the village.
In between, he even took the time to change his clothes; the sect robes were too eye-catching in the Mortal World and were not suitable.
At the stone pillar at the village entrance, an old man over sixty was resting. When he sensed someone approaching, the old man squinted his eyes and looked at the figure ahead.
Upon seeing Ji Yang, the old man initially looked puzzled, then his face showed surprise:
“Xiao Yang?”
“Uncle Liu, it’s me.”
Ji Yang replied with a smile.
Once the old man confirmed, he immediately turned and shouted toward the village:
“Xiao Yang is back!”
Hearing the loud voice, Ji Yang felt that this uncle could live a few more years.
But why did he say ‘again’?
This made Ji Yang remember how he had returned to the village in a sorry state last time.
With the old man’s call, many people quickly came out of the village.
These people included men, women, and children, and upon seeing Ji Yang return, they all smiled:
“Xiao Yang has finally returned.”
“Xiao Yang, have you found a wife this time?”
“Aunt Li, not yet.”
“No worries, Aunt Li will introduce someone to you. At the end of the village, there’s a girl named Xiao Hua; she’s strong and can farm half an acre by herself!”
“Do you want her? If you do, I can talk to her for you.”
“Thank you, Aunt Li, but I want to go home first.”
“Xiao Yang, how much do you earn each month?”
“Three hundred coins.”
“Not bad, not bad, you’re doing well!”
As Ji Yang listened to the other villagers’ questions around him, he smiled and answered.
When his parents passed away, although it was his neighbor Aunt Zhao who took him in, everyone else in the village treated him quite well.
Perhaps because the village was small and had little contact with the outside world, they appeared especially simple-hearted.
Though small conflicts occasionally arose, they were all minor and did not harm the community.
“Alright, everyone stop asking. Xiao Yang has walked back and must be tired. Let him go home and rest; we can talk more tomorrow.”
With the village chief’s words, the others finally quieted down.
“Village Chief, is Aunt Zhao home?”
“She went to the fields to weed today, so she probably hasn’t returned yet. You can go check.”
“Okay, thank you, Village Chief.”
Ji Yang escaped from the crowd and headed straight toward the familiar farmland.
Ji Yang was very familiar with the village’s fields, and part of the warm greetings from the villagers was due to his help in doing farm work.
Half was out of kindness, while the other half was to collect Light points to strengthen his body.
Although his harvest had not been great back then, he earned the villagers’ recognition, which was why they treated him well.
Following the small road in the village, Ji Yang rushed to the fields.
It was the Grain Rain season, the weather was getting hotter, and it was indeed a good time for planting; the young and middle-aged people in the village were busy in the fields.
Some people greeted Ji Yang upon seeing him, and soon they began to discuss in the fields.
From the moment they saw Ji Yang, the villagers talked about everything from Ji Yang’s birth to the present, showing that there wasn’t much else to discuss in the village.
When Ji Yang arrived at the familiar farmland, he spotted Aunt Zhao working in the field.
As a local to the village, Aunt Zhao didn’t have striking looks or a graceful figure, and her dark face had some Little Black spots.
But this did not diminish Ji Yang’s respect for her.
“Aunt Zhao.”
At that moment, Aunt Zhao was busy in the field and didn’t notice Ji Yang until she heard his voice. She slowly turned around.
Upon seeing Ji Yang, Aunt Zhao paused for a moment, then joyfully exclaimed:
“Xiao Yang?”
