Minor Cold

At this time, it was already Minor Cold.

Every household in Xiushui Village was boiling five-grain porridge to revere the heavens and the earth, sacrifice to their ancestors, and give thanks for the gifts of heaven and earth and the blessings of their ancestors.

The mellow aroma of various grains permeated the village.

This year's Minor Cold was quite cold, and everyone in the village had put on padded cotton jackets.

Many flowers, plants, and trees on the mountains along the road had begun to enter their dormant period.

For the people of Xiushui Village, this year was a rare good year.

Although there had been floods and corvee labor.

But this year, almost every household could boil a thick pot of five-grain porridge and buy two feet of new cloth to make new clothes for the elderly in their families.

As soon as Liu Yunan returned, he was fed a bowl of fragrant and thick five-grain porridge by Jiang Youfu.

It even contained a little spiritual grain produced from their spiritual fields.

It was so delicious that Liu Yunan did not even care to rest and share his delivery journey with everyone, but held the bowl and shouted loudly:

"Another bowl!"

That day happened to be the day when the Lingxian Dining Pavilion served dishes.

Therefore, in the pavilion in the village, which now only had bare grapevines left, today's dish was also five-grain porridge.

But no one felt that this appearance was ugly or lacked the demeanor of immortals.

On the contrary, some people even composed poems and drew paintings for this place, fully expressing its natural and rustic charm.

The moment the five-grain porridge appeared.

Outside the Lingxian Dining Pavilion, those who had been waiting respectfully for a long time scrambled to drop their hundred taels of silver into the small bamboo basket.

Then, amidst the envious gazes of others, they stepped inside.

It was also at this time.

The great name of their Lingxian Sect finally officially spread in the imperial court of the capital.

Almost shortly after the court session was dismissed, the personnel in charge of the Yunyan Sect and the Qinghe Faction stationed in the capital received this news and immediately sent messages back to their respective sects.

Whatever the two sects thought upon receiving this news will not be mentioned for now.

Currently, the only one without this news was the Shangyang Sect, located far in the east of the Pusi Kingdom.

After all, everyone in the current Shangyang Sect station was planning the re-establishment of the mountain gate, and had even held several meetings for the sect's new name. How could anyone possibly send a message to the Shangyang Sect whose nest had been occupied by a cuckoo?

The imperial court, however, had no intention of completely tearing face with the Shangyang Sect that had changed its sect master.

Although they did not reply to the official documents sent by the imperial court.

But hadn't they not directly stated that they would no longer support the royal family?

No matter what, this was a sect led by a Nascent Soul cultivator. As long as there was a slight possibility of winning them over, the imperial court still did not want to let it go.

Because the Shangyang Sect station in the capital was actually no longer considered the Shangyang Sect's station, the imperial court still politely sent them an official document regarding the news of the new Lingxian Sect.

It was just that the slowest delivery speed was chosen.

And inside the imperial palace.

More than a month had passed since Li Zhouxuan last sought instructions from the ancestor of their royal family.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he received an oral decree from the ancestor, asking him to go over.

So he immediately hurried to the Yuhua Palace, which was the palace where the ancestor resided.

On the way, Li Zhouxuan felt a little surprised in his heart.

Why did the ancestor come out of seclusion so quickly this time?

Things like the appearance of a new sect, although major, were not considered urgent.

In the past, if it was not an urgent matter, the secluded ancestor would either ignore it or wait half a year or a year before coming out of seclusion to let them talk about it.

Unexpectedly, this time he came out after only a little over a month.

While thinking, he stepped into the Yuhua Palace after being announced.

"Zhouxuan greets the ancestor."

In the magnificent palace, a Daoist with a head full of white hair and a long, neat beard trailing to the ground was currently meditating in the center of the seat of honor.

Seeing Li Zhouxuan enter, he nodded slightly:

"Hmm, where is that new sect located?"

The ancestor always liked to get straight to the point. Li Zhouxuan, who knew this well, cupped his hands very respectfully and answered:

"To answer Ancestor Li, the new sect is located in a small village called Xiushui Village under the jurisdiction of Hufang Province."

Hearing this, Ancestor Li thought for a moment and said:

"Is it the one in Cuifeng Town?"

Li Zhouxuan lowered his head and answered, "Exactly."

Every once in a while, Ancestor Li would have someone send over a detailed map to carefully observe this great land guarded by their Li family.

He would also ask people to travel around and return to describe the local customs of various places to him in detail.

Although he had been in seclusion for many years and had not left the imperial city in order to improve his cultivation and maintain the royal status of their Li family.

It did not affect his love for this land.

This was the empire built by his mother.

So regarding the locations throughout the country, it could be said that although he had not set foot there for a hundred years, he was still as familiar with them as his own family treasures.

Ancestor Li nodded at Li Zhouxuan and said:

"Recently, I plan to come out of seclusion and take a walk. I will go and take a look at this Xiushui Village along the way."

"Could it be that you have broken through?" Li Zhouxuan was a little pleasantly surprised, because when the ancestor went into seclusion before, he said that he would not come out unless he broke through to the middle Nascent Soul stage.

But Ancestor Li shook his head with a peaceful expression:

"No. But these years of seclusion have not been very useful. I feel that it is time to go out for a walk."

Hearing this, Li Zhouxuan immediately said respectfully:

"Zhouxuan will arrange your travel right away."

But Ancestor Li said:

"No need. I will just go out alone."

Seeing the ancestor say this, Li Zhouxuan naturally did not insist anymore.

After all, his family's ancestor was a Nascent Soul expert, not a frail old man who lacked the strength to truss a chicken.

So after complying, he retreated under the ancestor's signal.

At this time, in the general's manor in the capital city, Mo Yuanjiao also began to pack his luggage.

Not only Mo Yuanjiao, but even General Mo was packing.

Because of Mo Yuanjiao's strong invitation, this time, General Mo planned to go with Mo Yuanjiao to take a look at his Lingxian Sect.

As for Old Madam Mo, due to health reasons, Mo Yuanjiao was worried that if she traveled in this freezing weather, the exhausting journey would cause problems for her health.

Although he had given his grandmother the Foundation-Consolidating and Vitality-Cultivating Pill given by his sect master senior brother when he returned this time.

That pill could only strengthen the body and keep one fit; it could not really make mortals ignore their age.

So Mo Yuanjiao planned to wait until next spring to come over and pick up his grandmother.

Whether she cultivated or not, with the sect's spiritual meridian there, the dense spiritual energy nearby made it a good place for mortals to spend their twilight years.

Since Old Madam Mo was not going, Madam Mo did not go either.

She said she wanted to stay home to take care of her mother.

Mo Yuanjiao was not in a hurry either.

Anyway, his mother was not particularly old yet, so there was no rush for this moment.

This time, he would just wait for his father to go over and inspect it first, and then come back to recommend it to everyone in the family.

That's right, he had that much confidence in their sect.

Because the New Year was approaching, the imperial court had sealed its seals.

So General Mo finally had time to travel.

Normally, he definitely would not have the time.

So in order to accommodate General Mo's annual leave, Mo Yuanjiao could not spend the New Year at home this year.

Fortunately, he was not the only son.

There were still older brothers and sisters at home, so his grandmother and mother still had children and grandchildren to bring them joy.

Thus, on the morning of the third day after Minor Cold, the father and son, along with Mo Que, bid farewell to Old Madam Mo and Madam Mo, and left the capital treading on the frosty morning dew.