Chapter Seven: Dream of the Qingming Festival

Dao patterns had just submerged into the Five Peaks of Inquiry and the Sword of Hidden Paths, he saw a silver gleam suddenly appear within the formation shimmering with light!Upon seeing this silver...Standing outside the house, Jiang Yun hesitated for a long time, finally still didn't walk in. He just stood at the door and softly said: "Grandpa, I'm leaving!"

To avoid the sadness of parting, Jiang Yun decided not to alarm anyone in Jiang Village, leaving quietly. However, he didn't know that his grandfather had been silently following him all day until he returned safely.

Of course, Ginger Wànlǐ heard Ginger Yún's words at this time, and he was also hesitating, whether he should show up and remind Ginger Yún what to order, but in the end, he still didn't move.

"Bang bang bang!"

Jiang Yun knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times towards the small house. "Grandfather, please rest assured, within five years at the latest, I will definitely return!"

Standing up, Jiang Yun cast a lingering look over every corner of the village before finally gritting his teeth and turning around. He took step after step towards the village entrance, leaving the village behind him.

Standing at the village entrance, Jiang Yun knelt once more. Facing the entire Jiang Village and all its people, he kowtowed three times, expressing his gratitude for their sixteen years of upbringing and care.

"Go!"

With a stomp of his foot, Jiang Yun finally turned around and strode away.

Sixteen years ago, Jiang Yun came empty-handed. Sixteen years later, Jiang Yun left empty-handed. The only thing that was added was a stone given to him by Jiang Yue Rou.

Jiang Yun didn't immediately use the Wanli Shenxing Talisman. Instead, he still used his feet to walk slowly along the familiar mountain road. This was because he wanted to walk through the Ten-Wan Mang Mountains one last time, so that he could have more beautiful memories in the years to come.

"Master Ginger, are you really just letting Yun'er leave like this He hasn't even interacted with anyone, and he's just leaving like that. How will he survive out there"

Above the large tree at the village entrance, Ginger Mu could not help but speak up as he watched Ginger Yun's figure gradually disappear into the distance. He hoped that Ginger Wanli could change his mind and let Ginger Yun stay, or even, if possible, let him send Ginger Yun away himself.

Ginger waited for a response, but none came. He didn't turn his head until Ginger Cloud's figure had vanished completely. Then he slowly turned, the eyes that had always been narrowed suddenly opening wide.

As he opened his eyes, a sudden clap of thunder roared across the night sky where the moon hung high. The sound shook the heavens, and in his eyes two golden lights flared up, transforming into a strange rune that shot straight at Jiang Mu's brow, disappearing into it. Then, in a low voice, he spoke: "Wake up!"

"Boom!"

As the golden runes entered his body, Jiang Mu trembled violently. A colossal aura surged through him, shaking the entire tree and even the surrounding area of Jiang Village for a hundred miles. It was like an earthquake, and this aura continued to spread wildly in all directions at an incredible speed.

And at this time, Ginger Wanli also spoke again: "Hold back!"

Ginger Mu suddenly shivered, the aura emanating from his body instantly dissipating. He looked no different from before, but eight colorful marks appeared on his brow, and his eyes shone with golden light. He was completely a changed person.

From his mouth came a long sigh. Ginger Mu raised an eyebrow and looked at Ginger Wansli, "Dream of Qingming"

Jiang Wanli lightly nodded his head.

"For the cloud child"

"Mm!"

"Uncle Ginger, what's the story behind this Yunwa child"

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"I don't know!"

"This..." Jiang Mu's face was filled with shock as he said, "Uncle Jiang, you don't even know Yun Wa's origins, yet you risked using the Daoist technique Clear Dream and even brought over a hundred members of our Jiang clan here to accompany him through sixteen years"

"A promise is a promise!"

Hearing Jiang Wanli's emotionless voice, Jiang Mu dared not ask any further. In his dream during the Qingming Festival, he was confused and disoriented, but now that he was awake, he was very clear about his uncle's identity and temperament. As for the person who could make him put in so much effort, it would be best for him to remain ignorant.

Having thought it over, Jiang Mu once again looked in the direction where Jiang Yun had disappeared and said, "Uncle Jiang, should we exterminate the Wind Clan and the Reincarnation Sect Especially that Feng Wuji Their existence would inevitably be a threat to Yun'er."

Jiang Wanli's eyes narrowed again, shaking his head and saying: "There is only motivation when there is a threat. Feng Wuji can be considered to have good qualifications. As long as he lives, it will help Yunwa's growth in some way."

After a pause, Jiang Wanli continued, "As for the Feng clan, they are already rare. Moreover, their crimes don't warrant death. They wanted to capture Yunwa because they accidentally sensed his aura. Don't even mention them; at first, I almost couldn't resist boiling and eating Yunwa myself!"

"Hiss!" Jiang Mu couldn't help but gasp, "Yun Wazi couldn't be... a congenital, Xiantian Tao body, right"

Jiang Wanli's brow furrowed slightly, clearly this question had been puzzling him for a long time: "It's like, but not quite like... in short, I don't really understand it myself. But no matter what kind of being it is, I've already concealed it with the secret arts of my Jiang clan."

Ginger Mu was still somewhat unwilling and said, "Uncle Ginger, are you really just going to ignore Yunwa"

"I may have been able to control him for a time, but I can't control him forever. Besides, even though he isn't from our clan and can't practice our martial arts, I've done everything I could for him over these sixteen years! As for what happens next, it's up to fate."

"Jiang Mu nodded in agreement, sighing, "Indeed. To have served by your side for sixteen years, if this were to spread, countless people would envy us to death, not to mention the medicinal baths you personally concocted. Even those like the Realm Lord would be coveting them with envy! With a suspected Primordial Dao Body and your true teachings of medicine, this Yunwa child has limitless potential for future achievements. I almost want to stay and witness it myself!"

Jiang Wanli glared at Jiang Mu and said, "Alright, you can just stay here!"

"Forget it, forget it!" Jiang Mu quickly waved his hand and said, "Children have their own blessings, Yun'er has his own destiny. I won't stay here to disturb his cultivation!"

"Alright, wake everyone else up. Yunwa's gone, so we should head home!"

"Last question, Uncle Jiang. Although Yunwa can't cultivate our clan's techniques, you possess thousands upon thousands of techniques. Any one of them would shake the myriad realms. Why not teach him Instead, you want him to go to the Question Dao Sect Going there is simply a waste of his time!"

This question made Jiang Wanli silent for a moment before he said, "The reason I came here is because Yun Wa's magical power resides here, and as for the Wen Dao Sect, I can't see through it!"

"What!" Jiang Mu's eyes widened in disbelief, his face filled with astonishment. "There are places even you can't see through in this small, insignificant realm"

"Any place is full of hidden talents and mysteries I can't see through. There are many things I don't understand! Well, let's talk later. Lately, I feel uneasy, like something big is about to happen! That's why I was so anxious to have Yunwa leave!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mu's expression instantly turned solemn, a heavy and murderous aura emanating from him: "Could it be that someone still dares to attack my Jiang Clan They truly are tired of living."

After finishing his words, Jiang Mu no longer wasted time. He turned to face Jiang Village, and the eight colorful markings on his brow suddenly whirled, emitting eight beams of colored light that formed a massive halo, enveloping the entire village. He opened his mouth and boomed: "Wake up!"

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The entire Ten Thousand Mang Mountains seemed to tremble with those two words. Within every house in Ginger Village, several rays of colorful light shot up into the sky, but as soon as they touched the aura emitted by Ginger Mu, they immediately bounced back.

Then, one after another, voices chimed in: "Huh, how did I get here"

"Where is my spirit guide"

"Damn it, how can I only reach the Fourfold Meridian Realm!"

This must be Ginger Grandpa's dream on Qingming Festival!

In the midst of the conversation, people from Ginger Village emerged one after another. When they saw something placed at their doorsteps, they were all taken aback.

"A glimpse of the creature!" Jiang Lei stroked the five-legged Qihong beast in front of his door, then suddenly turned his head to look into the distance, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Was this given to me by the little Cloud Sprite He really is such a good child!" A middle-aged man held the tiger tooth dagger, his eyes filled with contentment.

Ginger Yue Rou hugged the tricolor sparrow even tighter. Although she didn't speak, mist had gathered in her eyes.

Jian Wànlǐ ignored everyone and only said to Jian Mù, "Erase our traces!"

Jiang Mu nodded, with a flick of his hand, all the Jiang Clan members rose into the air. As for their Jiang Village beneath them, whether it was houses or anything else, everything instantly turned to fragments.

Next, the earth rumbled. Beneath where Ginger Village once stood, several saplings broke through the soil, springing up and growing with the wind. In the blink of an eye, they became towering trees, completely covering the area, lush and green.

Jian Cun, it seemed, had never existed at all. There was not even a trace left of its former presence.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that Jiang Lei had completed everything, Jiang Wanli opened his eyes again, the golden light in his eyes surging. In front of everyone, he transformed into a golden gate of light.

"Let's go home!"

All the members of the Ginger Clan cast one last longing glance at the sprawling Mangshan mountains, where they had lived for sixteen years, before stepping one by one into the golden light gate.

Last to enter was Jiang Yue Ruo, tightly clutching the three-colored sparrow in her hand. She softly murmured to herself: "Yun Ge, this is a treasure I'm sending you. You must take good care of it! We will definitely meet again!"

When everyone had entered the light gate, Jiang Wanli also lowered his head to look at the rugged mountain beneath his feet. He said lightly: "During your sixteen years of living here, I'll give you a little opportunity as a token of thanks. As for how much you can get, it depends on your fortune!"

After finishing his words, Jiang Wanli extended a finger, and a streak of emerald light shot out from his fingertips. It was a pill that disappeared directly into the ground.

As this elixir blended with the earth, the ten-thousand-mile expanse of the Ten-Wan Mang Mountains trembled instantly. Peaks swayed and vegetation rustled, as if overcome with boundless excitement.

Ginger, though miles away, already turned his head and took another look in the direction where Ginger Cloud had disappeared. With a kind smile, he said: "Cloud child, one day, perhaps, we will meet again!"

As his words faded, he too stepped into the light. In the silent hush, the portal gently closed, restoring all to peace. Only within these one hundred thousand rugged mountains did a village named Jiangcun cease to exist.nts were equally high, wanting to break through it or use the way of formations to break it open would inevitably take a lot of time, so he simply took the most direct method, relying on his identity...