Chapter 50

"Where is that little brat hiding and talking? Get out here!"

Qian Chunlai instantly flew into a rage, bellowing in the direction from which the voice came.

The crowd parted to either side, and Yang Junshan stood calmly, meeting Qian Chunlai's gaze with eyes devoid of emotion, reflecting an image of Qian Chunlai that resembled a clown.

"May I ask, Senior, did I say anything wrong? Could it be that Senior has already registered in our Tuqiu Village without my knowledge?"

The moment Yang Junshan appeared, not only did Yang Tangan and An Xia's eyes light up, but even the blacksmith Zhang and Xu Sanlang's gazes sharpened. Even Xu Jing, who had been calm all along, fixed her eyes on Yang Junshan the moment he appeared, and several powerful spiritual senses instantly swept over his body.

Yang Junshan had opened his third spiritual acupoint, a feat he had accomplished at some point. No one had even heard about him reaching the Perfect Immortal Spirit stage.

Only Zhang Chenghong, hiding behind the blacksmith Zhang, muttered to himself, "What's so great about it? My son sent word three days ago that he had advanced to the third stage!"

Zhang Chenghong's words did not escape the ears of the martial realm cultivators present, and Xu Jing's left ear twitched, as if she had heard something, making her gaze toward Yang Junshan even deeper.

Someone whispered, "I heard this child refined a middle-grade ox yellow immortal spirit, which is of excellent quality. Yet, he only lagged behind Zhang Yueming by three days. Impressive!"

Only Qian Chunlai was unaware of the attention Tuqiu Village had on these most promising children. Seeing Yang Junshan confidently counter-question, and no one from Tuqiu Village refuting him, he became even more furious. "Whose brat is this? How can he be so ill-mannered? Where are his parents? If they don't take this child away, I will have to discipline him!"

"Senior Qian is truly awe-inspiring, even capable of disciplining the children of Tuqiu Village!"

At this moment, Yang Tangan suddenly said, "May I ask, Senior Qian, where did my son go wrong to provoke such anger from Senior?"

"You!" Qian Chunlai was momentarily flustered, losing his composure and arguing with a child, which made the people of Tuqiu Village look down on him even more.

At this point, Xu Sanlang interjected, "Village Chief, you can't say that. Senior Qian is here on behalf of the town's guardian, to witness the division of the village's spirit fields. How can he be considered an outsider?"

An Xia then added, "If he is only here to witness, it means the town's guardian did not ask him to interfere in the division of Tuqiu Village's spirit fields. In that case, why don't you stand aside and observe the villagers dividing the fields with us outsiders?"

An Xia was returning Qian Chunlai's previous warning, using his own words against him.

Qian Chunlai was momentarily speechless, but the people on the blacksmith Zhang's side began to stir, saying, "Right, right, the affairs of Tuqiu Village cannot be dictated by others; we must decide for ourselves!"

The blacksmith Zhang could see that Qian Chunlai's true intention was to suppress Yang Tangan, but his words also suppressed the other villagers of Tuqiu Village, which naturally made him very unhappy. Therefore, he did not stop the commotion behind him.

Previously, due to Qian Chunlai's status, everyone had been cautious, but now seeing him flustered by a child and repeatedly questioned by An Xia, his authority was greatly diminished, and the people of Tuqiu Village began to protest, not allowing him to interfere.

Yang Tangan sneered inwardly but said politely, "I hope Senior Qian will observe from the sidelines. Once the division of Tuqiu Village's spirit fields is complete, Senior only needs to report the results to the guardian. At that time, I will personally report the detailed process to the guardian."

Qian Chunlai snorted coldly, seeing that his previous words were in vain and now facing the rejection of the entire village of Tuqiu. He was not a broad-minded person, so his gaze toward the instigator, Yang Junshan, became even more dangerous. However, Yang Junshan remained calm, and his gaze toward Qian Chunlai also contained more hatred.

With Qian Chunlai excluded, although the Xu family was dissatisfied, they saw that Yang Tangan's side also lacked a martial realm cultivator. Zhang Chenghong, seeing the tense atmosphere, reluctantly accepted it. The three parties immediately began a heated dispute over the division of the spirit fields.

"The Village Chief's contribution to the cultivation of the spirit fields is undeniable. If Tuqiu Village wants to expand the scale of the spirit fields, the Village Chief's participation is essential!"

Yang Tieliu glared at the other side, and although his side had the fewest people, their momentum was the strongest. The reason was that both sides had to admit that without Yang Tangan, the cultivation of Tuqiu Village's spirit fields would be impossible.

"The Village Chief's contribution, we naturally do not dare to deny!"

Facing the aggressive momentum of Yang Tieliu and his side, both the Xu family and the blacksmith Zhang's side had to acknowledge this point first. However, they quickly changed the topic: "But that is the Village Chief's contribution, what does it have to do with you?"

"Heh, so you all admit that the Village Chief's contribution is the greatest?"

Both sides fell silent for a moment, and then the Xu family spoke first: "Don't forget, the investment in the cultivation of the spirit fields is enormous, and most of it was raised by our Xu family. If we talk about investment, our Xu family should be the first!"

The Xu family, after all, had a clan to rely on, and in terms of connections and efficiency, they naturally far exceeded others. Yang Tangan also had to rely on them in this aspect.

After a while, someone from the blacksmith Zhang's side also said, "Don't forget that Brother Zhang also forged a batch of special farming tools for the cultivation of the spirit fields, and the setup of the spirit-gathering array also required Brother Zhang's help!"

At this moment, the difference between a disorganized group and a united one became apparent. Whether it was Yang Tieliu, Yang Qingniu, or the members of the Xu family, both sides were doing their utmost to protect the interests of Yang Tangan and the Xu family, because they knew that protecting these interests was also protecting their own.

As for the blacksmith Zhang, although he had many people, he could not form a cohesive group. Could protecting the blacksmith's interests benefit everyone? Even the blacksmith himself did not believe it. Therefore, it took a long time for a close friend of the blacksmith to speak up for him.

Although both sides were making a fuss, they were actually trying to confirm the basic division of interests for their respective sides. When it came to the actual division, it would ultimately be decided by the three martial realm cultivators of Tuqiu Village.

"I can take fewer lower-grade spirit fields, but I must have one-third of the middle-grade spirit fields!"

Without Qian Chunlai's interference, Yang Tangan regained the initiative and remained aggressive in the division of the spirit fields. After all, one middle-grade spirit field was equivalent to one acre of lower-grade spirit fields.

"What does the Village Chief need so many spirit fields for? Do you have enough people to cultivate them?"

Xu Sanlang smoothed her hair, a smile on her face, and said, "Our Xu family has many people but little land, so we should have more spirit fields. I think our Xu family should have one acre and three tenths of lower-grade spirit fields, and as for the middle-grade spirit fields, to be honest, we should have four tenths. The Village Chief is busy with many affairs and probably doesn't have time to manage the spirit fields, so one tenth is enough. The rest can be left to Brother Zhang to distribute. What do you think?"

"Four tenths? What a big mouth!" The blacksmith Zhang sneered, his voice hoarse with a metallic edge. "If we talk about the number of people, does your Xu family have more than my side? As for the middle-grade spirit fields, it's a waste for ordinary realm cultivators to cultivate them. Only the three of us martial realm cultivators can fully utilize the land. But since you, Sister San, have the lowest cultivation, you should get fewer spirit fields!"

Xu Sanlang also sneered, "Those people are not related to you, Brother Zhang. How many people will be grateful to you for speaking up for them? Now, the people of Tuqiu Village probably already owe the Village Chief a favor."

The blacksmith Zhang snorted, but then Xu Sanlang continued, "As for the middle-grade spirit fields, it's true that only martial realm cultivators can fully utilize the land, but when did you, Brother Zhang, become an expert in farming? Isn't your family's less than two acres of spirit fields rented out to others?"

"Sister San is right. Brother Zhang is not good at farming, so you should focus on your blacksmithing. But Brother Zhang is right about one thing: Sister San's cultivation is the lowest, so to avoid wasting the land, the middle-grade spirit fields should be divided more to the Yang family!"

"Brother Yang, why go through so much trouble? The Village Chief is busy with many affairs and needs to plan more. You should worry less about the spirit fields."

"Hmph, I don't believe you can find another martial realm cultivator to cultivate the middle-grade spirit fields!"

Xu Sanlang and the blacksmith Zhang both opposed, but just as they finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from a distance, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Why would the Yang family's middle-grade spirit fields be left uncultivated? When he is too busy to manage the fields, I, Han Xiumei, have plenty of time!"

The crowd was in an uproar, turning to look in the direction of the voice. They saw a gust of wind suddenly rise on the road outside the village, and a figure rode the wind toward them.

Only martial realm cultivators could ride the wind, but at the initial stage, they could not rise high and could only fly close to the ground, which was not particularly fast but made a lot of noise, like a sandstorm.

Xu Sanlang and the blacksmith Zhang's faces changed, and Qian Chunlai roared, "Who is there, pretending to be a deity? This is a matter of Tuqiu Village, and outsiders cannot interfere!"

"Brother Qian, this is my wife, who has just broken through and returned from seclusion!"

Yang Tangan's calm words instantly turned Qian Chunlai's face a deep red.

The wind stopped abruptly near the spirit fields, and Han Xiumei, radiant and full of vitality, walked into the crowd and stood beside her husband, her fluctuating aura indicating that she had just advanced to the martial realm.

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