HLnovel Chapter 21 My Younger Brother Xia Qiu
Chapter 21 My Younger Brother Xia Qiu
He was going to see his younger brother, Xia Qiu, whom he hadn't seen for seven or eight years.
After he transmigrated here, his parents passed away one after another within a few years, leaving him and his younger brother to depend on each other for survival.
Given their age at the time, they would have had a hard time surviving, but what could they do when they were members of the Xia family? Ninety percent of the villagers were surnamed Xia, so they grew up relying on the charity of others from childhood until he was six years old, when he was found to have spiritual roots, and only then did he go to the mountain to cultivate.
In the past, during his spare time from cultivation, he would often go down the mountain to visit his younger brother in the village. However, in recent years, due to his busy breakthrough and guarding Wulan Mountain, he has not returned for seven or eight years.
Now, on my way back to my family, I happened to stop by for a visit.
By the time Xia Yuhui flew over the village, the sky had turned from light to dark. He did not disturb the other villagers, but instead slowly descended on his sword.
It was the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) at night, and everyone in the village was preparing to go to bed. However, when Xia Yuhui landed at his former home, he saw a little boy, about four years old, standing in the yard urinating.
Xia Yuhui activated his spiritual eye technique and sensed a connection between the child's bloodline and his own.
After a quick calculation, he suddenly realized that his younger brother was now probably in his twenties and might already be married with children.
The child was completely unaware that Xia Yuhui was standing behind him. After urinating, he tried to go back into the house.
Xia Yuhui leaped over, picked him up, and then instantly soared into the sky on his sword.
The child screamed in fright, but Xia Yuhui smiled slightly, made a hand seal, and a transparent light screen enveloped the two of them, which could block the sound from traveling far away.
Hundreds of meters in the air, the child stared in terror at Xia Yuhui's face.
In a voice only he could hear, he asked, "Who are you?"
Xia Yuhui retorted, "And who are you?"
“I am Xia Yun. My uncle is an immortal. If you don’t put me down, I’ll have him come and beat you up when I get back.”
Xia Yuhui immediately pressed his head down and made him look at the ground clearly, "But I am also an immortal."
Xia Yun fainted immediately upon seeing the height of the ground.
Xia Yuhui realized he had gone too far, so he immediately flew down on his sword and sent a beam of golden light into the child's body, and Xia Yun immediately woke up.
When she opened her eyes and saw Xia Yuhui's indifferent face, she was so frightened that she immediately broke free of her restraints and ran into the house, shouting and screaming.
"Father, a demon has broken in."
Xia Yuhui: "???"
Xia Qiu, who was just about to fall asleep, heard her son saying something about a demon. She immediately dressed, picked out a long sword from the weapon rack, and hurriedly went outside.
Influenced by her immortal older brother, Xia Qiu has loved wielding swords and sticks since childhood, and is now a village head.
However, when he saw Xia Yuhui standing in the courtyard, he instantly dropped his longsword with excitement, strode up to Xia Yuhui, and bowed deeply, "Brother!"
Xia Yuhui simply patted him on the shoulder, then waved for him to come inside and talk. Xia Qiu immediately went inside, wiped the chair in the main seat, and then sat down in the second seat himself.
Xia Yuhui sat down without any hesitation, while the young boy was hiding behind the door, occasionally glancing at him.
Xia Qiu poured Xia Yuhui a cup of tea first, then called Xia Yun over, "Why don't you pay your respects to your uncle?"
Xia Yun then stepped forward somewhat fearfully, bowed, and said in a childish voice, "Nephew greets Uncle."
Xia Yuhui smiled and nodded to his nephew.
Just as Xia Yuhui was about to speak, three beautiful women came out of the room and bowed to him one by one.
Xia Yuhui was stunned, but he quickly recovered and shook his head, giving Xia Qiu a wry smile.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, brother." Xia Qiu blushed under his gaze and immediately waved his hand, dismissing the three of them.
"You've done more than make me laugh; you've earned my admiration."
There was no way around it; ever since Xia Yuhui became a so-called immortal, his younger brother's status in the village had risen significantly. Even the village chief had to treat him with utmost respect, since his brother was a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator, already considered a high-ranking member of the family.
With increased status comes wealth that is within easy reach. These three beautiful women are the most stunning women in the village, and their ancestors within three generations have all produced immortals. If an ordinary person were to marry them, it would cost at least a dozen taels of silver. However, Xia Qiu didn't even need to pay a dowry. As soon as the news spread, the villagers immediately offered their daughters to her.
Originally, there were more than a dozen people, but in the end, Xia Qiu was afraid that she couldn't handle it all, so she chose the three best and most beautiful ones.
"Brother, it's been eight years since you last visited me. I wonder if your cultivation level has improved?" Xia Qiu said immediately, not wanting to continue the conversation.
"Your cultivation level has indeed broken through. Five years ago, I was sent by my family to guard a sacred mountain. Only now have I returned. It has been eight years since we last met. I never imagined that you would already be the husband of three women."
"Ahem, I really did take into consideration that our lineage is small, and as an immortal, you, brother, may not be able to find a Daoist partner. Therefore, I have taken more wives and concubines to share your burden. Moreover, having more children may lead to another immortal among them in the future."
At this point, Xia Qiu's face immediately showed a look of longing. Although he was living a comfortable life now, he could not forget the sense of loss he felt when he tested his spiritual root that day.
After all, what passionate man doesn't yearn for the immortals who can fly and escape the world, detached from worldly affairs? Although he himself had no hope of becoming an immortal, his sons, grandsons, and descendants still had hope, which had become his obsession.
“However, such a chance to become an immortal is hard to find. If one’s ancestors did not have the bloodline of an immortal, then out of ten thousand people, only one or two people will have spiritual roots. And among hundreds or thousands of people with spiritual roots, only one or two will not have useless spiritual roots. Although we were born into the Xia family, we are only slightly better off than them.” Xia Yuhui knew Xia Qiu’s thoughts at this moment and sighed.
He also wanted his younger brother to possess spiritual roots, but such methods were truly difficult for him to achieve.
To date, he has never heard of a method in the cultivation world that can give mortals spiritual roots. He imagines that even those powerful beings in the Nascent Soul stage are powerless to do so.
After all, this spiritual root is a gift from heaven and earth; how could a mere cultivator possibly change it?
"Brother, could you please check if my foolish son has any spiritual roots?" Xia Qiuxuan pulled her son in front of her, her face full of excitement.
“Even if Yun’er has spiritual roots now, it cannot be detected. It can only be examined after she turns six,” Xia Yuhui shook his head and refused.
"So be it, so be it. My brother awakened his spiritual root at the age of six. I was too hasty." Xia Qiu then plopped down in a chair and muttered to himself.
Xia Yuhui picked up Xia Yun and then took out a string of candied hawthorns from his storage bag and handed them to him. He had just used magic to get them from someone else.
When I was a child, I loved eating candied hawthorns, but because my family was poor, I could only eat a few skewers a year.