Chương 57: Chapter 87 : Yu Kingdom

But after more than ten years of affection with his wife, he could not do something so rational. Furthermore, his youngest son was about to become a disciple of an immortal sect. There would still be chances to obtain Qi Nourishing Pills in the future. The future of the family was very important, but in his heart, a complete family was even more important. They had moved into a new residence. His son had become an official and married a wife. Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed. On this day, Jiang wenfeng hurried home from the county Ascension Pavilion.

"News came from the prefectural office. They want your son to send the three spiritual-root holders from Anyang County to the prefectural office."

"Mother, please pack some clothes for wenchen." When Hu Yufen heard this, her heart tightened slightly. Although Jiang Huanyu had often comforted her during these days, now that the time had truly come for separation, she still could not help worrying. After all, Jiang wenchen was only eight years old.

"Mother, your son has some friendship with the immortals. Later, I will personally write a letter for wenchen to bring to the two immortals and ask them to help look after my younger brother. You don't need to worry too much." Seeing his mother like this, Jiang wenfeng could only comfort her.

"Go. This is an important matter and cannot be delayed," Jiang Huanyu said, patting his wife's hand. Hu Yufen had no choice but to suppress the worry in her heart, rise, and go into the room to pack things. At noon, after the family finished eating, the two brothers prepared to leave.

"wenchen, when you arrive, remember to send Mother a letter."

"Remember to wear your clothes properly according to the four seasons. If anything doesn't fit, buy it yourself."

"On normal days, don't only focus on cultivation. Spend more time with your senior and junior brothers…" When a son travels a thousand kilometers, his mother worries. Especially since this son had some flaws in his personality, Hu Yufen repeatedly exhorted him even more.

"Mother, we should go." Although Jiang wenfeng could not bear it, he still spoke and interrupted his old mother's nagging. At this moment, Jiang wenchen glanced at Jiang Huanyu and Hu Yufen, then looked deeply at the home behind him before turning and silently entering the carriage. Seeing this, Jiang wenfeng shook his head slightly. The feeling his younger brother gave people really was too cold and detached. He was already like this toward his parents. Toward outsiders, one could imagine.

Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. The carriage moved slowly. The carriage curtain was suddenly lifted. Jiang wenchen's head stuck out. Looking at his parents and home gradually growing distant, a trace of determination flashed through his eyes. Then he withdrew his head again. When the two brothers arrived at the county Ascension Pavilion, the other two children with spiritual roots and their families were already waiting there.

Just as Jiang wenfeng had expected, Anyang County had tested more than forty thousand people in total, and in the end, only three people possessed spiritual roots. Apart from Jiang wenchen, the other two children were named Bai Yue and Xu Jing.

"My lord, this commoner boldly asks: after the children go to the immortal sect, when will they be able to return?" At the entrance of the Ascension Pavilion, an elderly man asked in a trembling voice. This person was Xu Jing's grandfather. Clearly, he was reluctant to part with his grandson. Jiang wenfeng shook his head slightly.

"As for matters of immortals, we do not know either."

"But I imagine there should still be chances to meet again. Old sir, there is no need to worry." After hearing this, the old man's face became dispirited.

"Jing'er is this old man's first grandson. At this old man's age, I don't have many years left to live."

"I'm only afraid that when the time comes and I die, there won't even be anyone to carry the mourning banner…"

"First grandson" was a local term for the eldest grandson. After an elder passed away, the eldest grandson would carry the soul-guiding banner and walk in front of the coffin to lead the way, so he was also called the "first runner."

"Old sir, rest assured. That will not happen." After comforting him with a sentence, Jiang wenfeng said, "It is about time. Everyone, get into the carriage." Upon hearing this, Bai Yue and Xu Jing reluctantly said goodbye to their families and boarded the carriage. Inside the carriage, Jiang wenchen held his sword in his arms and sat cross-legged. As for these two companions who were a few years older than him, he only swept a glance over them and did not speak. The carriage left Anyang.

Accompanied by ten Ascension Pavilion guards, they hurried toward Cloud Central Prefecture. On the road, the atmosphere was dull. Xu Jing, who was the oldest, looked at the two of them and prepared to find a topic to ease the mood.

"You're Steward Jiang's younger brother?" Jiang wenchen ignored him.

"My name is Xu Jing. I'm from Little Yellow Village in Clear Water Town."

"I… I'm Bai Yue, from Yu Village in Huangyan Town." Bai Yue was relatively sensible. Seeing that Jiang wenchen was ignoring Xu Jing and that things were a little awkward, she hurriedly spoke and picked up the topic. After the two introduced themselves, they looked at Jiang wenchen again. Seeing that he still did not speak, they stopped asking for trouble and began chatting with each other, one sentence after another. In the blink of an eye, three days passed. The group arrived at Cloud Central Prefectural City.

After handing the three children over to the prefectural Ascension Pavilion, Jiang wenfeng hesitated again and again. In the end, he still found paper and brush and wrote a letter to Li Heshan. Although he knew that this letter most likely would not be of much use, as an elder brother, as long as there was a chance to help his younger brother, he was still willing to try.

"wenchen, after you arrive at the royal city and meet the immortal, give this letter to him. Understand?" Jiang wenchen accepted the letter and nodded slightly.

"Go in. Once you reach the royal city, don't forget to write to Mother." Watching the three enter the prefectural Ascension Pavilion, Jiang wenfeng glanced at the old man responsible for receiving them and casually asked, "May I ask, upper official, how many people with spiritual roots does our Cloud Central Prefecture have?" The old man smiled and said, "Cloud Central Prefecture is still considered fairly good among Great Yu's twenty-two prefectures. There are eighteen people with spiritual roots in total."

"You are Steward Jiang of Anyang County, correct?" Jiang wenfeng cupped his hands.

"Precisely." The old man nodded slightly.

"Anyang County has three spiritual-root holders. Steward Jiang will probably receive a reward from the immortals."

"Oh?" Jiang wenfeng was puzzled.

"The immortals will give a reward for this?"

"Of course. Among Cloud Central's eleven counties, only Anyang County has three spiritual-root holders. The other counties have two at most, and some have none." The old man looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard Steward Jiang has a friendship with the immortals. This time, you have also rendered great merit. There will probably be no lack of rewards." Jiang wenfeng smiled awkwardly. He had not expected the matter of him having a friendship with the immortals to spread so quickly.

By now, perhaps half of the Yu Kingdom already knew. However… this was not really a bad thing. Being able to borrow the "influence" of the immortals brought great benefits both to him and to the Jiang family.

"If there are no other matters here, we will return." Jiang wenfeng cupped his hands, then led the guards away from the prefectural Ascension Pavilion.