556: Chapter 398 556: Chapter 398 Everyone saw Yan Weiwei’s head jewelry shining brilliantly, with flashes of gold and white light emitting together.
Not only was the power immense, but it was also incredibly beautiful.
They could feel that there was something extraordinary about this piece of jewelry.
It wasn’t just about its beauty; the energy within, and perhaps also its defensive flying and multiple attack functions as a magic artifact, was something nobody had anticipated—let alone that the jewelry contained a storage space.
Ye Tian certainly wouldn’t reveal the special features of the jewelry in front of everyone, and would instead use a secret message to inform Yan Weiwei of its functions.
Yan Weiwei was already overjoyed with the gift her senior brother had given her, never expecting that he would do such a great job for her sake.
She was aware of her senior brother’s capabilities—a single defense, the ability to escape with a flying artifact, and even to evade high-cultivation adversaries unexpectedly.
Yan Weiwei looked at Ye Tian with tender affection, chatting lovingly with him.
When she casually glanced out the window at the ground below, she felt a familiar haze.
Yan Weiwei exclaimed with delight, “Jiang Tang, stop for a moment.”
“What’s the matter, Senior Sister?”
Jiang Tang used the fastest technique to bring the flying arrow to a halt.
“Jiang Tang, the place down there looks like my hometown.”
Upon hearing this, the few hundred people on the flying sword looked down through the windows only to see the mortal area below.
Ye Tian had never known that Yan Weiwei, the person he cherished, was born and raised here.
He silently noted this place in his heart.
“Let’s go, let’s go down and have a look.”
Jiang Tang descended with the flying artifact, thinking that it was only natural to visit his Senior Sister’s hometown and desiring to meet her parents to see what kind of family could produce such an exceptional woman.
He had once returned to his own hometown, only to find it destroyed by others.
He could imagine how much Yan Weiwei must miss her hometown, just like them, the cultivators who were away from home.
Although they possessed some abilities,
for a girl to travel a long distance back to her home was indeed challenging.
The difficulty referred not just to the arduous journey, but also the increased dangers for a girl traveling alone compared to a boy.
Seeing Yan Weiwei’s face light up with surprise, Ye Tian couldn’t help but want to meet his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, to find out what kind of family had raised such a beautiful, strong, and tender woman.
A son-in-law should always meet his in-laws, and it seemed like the perfect time to do so.
Ye Tian had already considered his junior sister as his future partner, perhaps without the desire for a vulgar spectacle of a grand ceremony.
When cultivators pair up, all that really matters is mutual affection.
They might marry simply without the blessings of friends or relatives, should those be absent.
Ye Tian knew that if he were to marry, as the successor of his family, he might have a grand wedding.
Thinking of the princess in the Imperial City gave him a headache.
Returning to the Imperial City for a grand wedding seemed less appealing than getting married quietly.
However, this thought just circled in his mind; he still didn’t know if Yan Weiwei would marry him, nor whether her parents would be willing to let their daughter marry so easily.
Cai Xiangxiang also watched joyfully, dreaming of returning to her own hometown.
Most of the people on the flying arrow were young, many of them from distinguished families, with only a few perhaps from more ordinary backgrounds.
Bi Renchuan looked down at the civilian area, thinking of his own family.
Although he came from a wealthy family, they had only a modest amount of money and were not a cultivator family.
When he went to the Immortal Sect to test for a spiritual root, his family was ecstatic to learn he possessed one.
They sent him to the sect with a generous sum of money, and he didn’t suffer much hardship there.
He didn’t want to return home until he had made a name for himself.
Fan Dingding, born into a small family, had relatives with spiritual roots but no legacy.
Out of necessity, the family pinned their hopes on him joining a sect as a disciple.
It had been years since he left, and now that he had the chance, he didn’t think of going home.
The one who missed home the most was Mo Wen.
Among these single, young disciples, he was a few years older and came from a more ordinary background.
Cultivation was hardest for him.
Many times he thought that, if he continued to neither succeed nor fail, not having money meant going back would be pointless, especially since he still hadn’t taken a wife at his age.
He felt he lived even less satisfactorily than the folks back home who farmed the land.
Fortunately, he met Lai Jianlin, who gradually changed his life.
He too longed to return home, but when he looked around, his hometown was not this place, and for the moment, he couldn’t go back.
He couldn’t help but touch the supreme elixir in his pocket.
He had been too busy to consume it and enhance his cultivation.
Here, among these few hundred people, it was the same feeling—they all thought of completing their mission first, then enhancing their cultivation.
Feeling the energy so abundant in the workplace, they hesitated to take the pills, aware that with their limited abilities, they might just waste the potency of the elixirs.
After listening to Jiang Tang’s teachings several times, even with his slow wits, he knew somethings were beyond his understanding.
Yan Weiwei directed Jiang Tang as they descended from high altitude on the flying arrow, passing over a bustling city and then a small county town.
Finally, in a somewhat remote village, Yan Weiwei instructed Jiang Tang to halt the flying artifact as they looked upon the ancient hamlet.
The village seemed not very large; it probably housed only a few hundred people.
There were many mountains and fields around, and the houses in the village were quite old-fashioned, majority being simple unfinished structures and thatched cottages.
Only a few homes looked moderately prosperous—everybody could tell that these must belong to the wealthy families in the village.