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So Mo Yuanjiao and Mo Que took General Mo on a tour around the sect.

Meanwhile, in Xiushui Village.

Besides Li Zhanying, there was actually another person who saw the scene over at Tomb Mountain earlier.

This person was the outsider, He Siyou.

He had come to Xiushui Village today to do some finishing work on his house.

Because he was eager to move into Xiushui Village as soon as possible, he had specially spent a large sum of money to hire a group of workers to build the house. Rushing day and night, they finally completed it before the New Year.

However, this was only the completion of the shell.

None of the interior decorations had been done yet.

But his wife had taken their daughter back to her maiden home for lunch today and would not return until evening.

In order to welcome the new year at the foot of the immortal mountain today, He Siyou had no choice but to lead a group of servants to start moving and arranging things himself.

Fortunately, his family's customs were different from those in the Xiushui Village area, and their ancestral worship was not held today, so He Siyou still had some time.

Anyway, other things were not important; moving the fire basin and the bed first was the priority.

Of course, when he said he was moving personally, he actually just came to Xiushui Village alone in advance to wait, while the moving matters in the county were handled by his butler.

He had already arranged the valuables at home properly, and the butler was a very trustworthy old servant. Therefore, He Siyou was not anxious while waiting in the empty new mansion; he even squatted on the ground in the bare courtyard to study a caterpillar.

The terrain of the He family's new mansion was quite high, and the view from the large courtyard was excellent.

It could take in all the mountains, rivers, and fields around Xiushui Village in one glance.

Just as he got a bit tired of observing the caterpillar and raised his head to stand up, he coincidentally saw the scene of a faint white light glowing on Tomb Mountain.

At first, he did not think it was a white light, only assuming that a thin layer of mist had risen.

He was quite surprised in his heart, wondering why there was mist at noon when today was clearly not a foggy day.

It was not until he saw the mist turn into a giant hand, which later transformed into a cluster and flew toward the village, scattering within it.

He then realized what was happening and marveled at this phenomenon.

As expected of Xiushui Village.

At the foot of the immortal sect's mountain, it is truly different!

He looked back at his new mansion behind him, and thinking that from today onward, his family would become part of a village living at the foot of an immortal sect and protected by immortals, his heart was filled with incomparable excitement.

If his only daughter could be fortunate enough to join the immortal sect in the future, it would be even more perfect.

His daughter could cultivate while occasionally returning home to visit him and his wife.

Then he could occasionally go line up at the Lingxian Eatery, fight with Old Ma over good food, and treat himself and his wife to some delicious meals from time to time. Would that not be wonderful?

He Siyou thought to himself.

Perhaps this village would become more and more prosperous in the future, and he could start thinking about some business early on, contributing to the development of Xiushui Village.

After all, their family's household registration had been transferred over now, so they were considered authentic people of Xiushui Village. It was only right to develop their own hometown.

When the sacrificial activities in Xiushui Village came to an end, it was already afternoon.

It was a cloudy day today, and the winter chill could not penetrate the villagers' newly purchased winter clothes.

This year, almost everyone in Xiushui Village had taken off the thin, clumpy padded jackets that had been passed down for several hands in previous years, and put on new winter clothes.

The villagers gradually walked down Tomb Mountain, returned to the village, and continued to welcome their New Year.

On the way back to the village, they saw several horse-drawn carriages pulling cartloads of things into the village, then turning into the nearby new He family mansion.

The villagers were somewhat surprised.

Because Boss He had been walking around the village often these days and occasionally chatting enthusiastically with the villagers under the big tree at the village entrance, everyone knew that Boss He was about to move into their Xiushui Village.

But they did not expect him to rush to move on New Year's Eve.

Seeing the passing villagers, He Siyou, who was busy arranging the unloading, did not forget to greet them with a smile.

Seeing Lin Xiao, Jiang Youfu, and their families, he only felt they looked a bit unfamiliar, as if he had not seen them much in the village over the past few months.

However, he did not think much of it, only assuming they were a low-profile family that did not like idle chatter.

But when the Sun family came down the mountain with the crowd, he immediately adjusted his clothes and respectfully raised his hands to give a deep bow to Sun Yigao in the crowd.

Because the people of the Lingxian Sect rarely went down the mountain nowadays, and even if they did, it was at night, He Siyou had never seen anyone else from the Lingxian Sect.

But he knew Sun Yigao.

This was his daughter's teacher.

A fifteen-year-old top scholar in the county exam, and a teacher at the immortal's private school.

Moreover, he heard from the villagers that Mr. Sun had already joined the immortal sect on the mountain early in the year.

Passing by, Sun Yigao saw this, stopped to return a bow, then nodded to him before leaving with his family.

When Lin Xiao returned to the mountain, he saw Liao Pantu standing under the peach blossom tree. Seeing him come up, Liao took out a few storage rings and storage bags from his robe and said to him:

"These were searched from that Nascent Soul cultivator earlier, and I haven't given them to you yet. Are you free now? Let's open them and take a look."

Seeing that Senior Liao had business with Lin Xiao, the Lin family left first and went to the cultivation room to practice.

After all, their cultivation time this morning had been taken up.

They had to make up for it, right?

Otherwise, when would they be able to farm as effortlessly as Brother Xiao!

On this side, Lin Xiao looked at the items in Senior Liao's hands, nodded in agreement, and followed him to the sect's main hall.

Before leaving, he also instructed Little Luan, who was taking a nap in the thatched hut, that if it saw Baldy return, to tell him to go to the sect's main hall.

Hearing this, Little Luan squinted its eyes, raised a chicken wing, and condensed a spiritual energy rope. It flung it toward the mountain path entrance, blocking the path with the rope, and then fell back asleep.

Little Luan usually did not pay much attention to studying spells. This rope was a skill it figured out after gradually and inexplicably becoming a guard chicken.

As long as the aura it wanted to find touched it, it would wake up.

This way, it did not need to keep watch all the time and could sleep as it pleased.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao knew it should be able to pass on the message, so he left with peace of mind.

Actually, he himself did not have much interest in this Nascent Soul cultivator's storage bag.

Although a Nascent Soul cultivator's net worth might be very wealthy.

But who asked Lin Xiao to be a sect master.

He had no interest, but the sect's treasury did.

Apart from one corner occupied by the Frost Jade, their sect's treasury was basically very empty and crying out to be fed.

So Mo Yuanjiao, who had just taken General Mo on a general tour of the Lingxian Sect, estimated the time and figured Lin Xiao and the others should be back from ancestral worship soon. He was about to go to the mountain path entrance to wait for him when he saw the two of them entering the sect's main hall together.

Alas, it seemed the Sect Master Senior Brother was probably not free right now.

Mo Yuanjiao sighed, and then enthusiastically turned around, planning to take his father to the Formation Hall to let him witness his son's formation carving skills with his own eyes!