Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

No, the knocking was neither light nor heavy, neither fast nor slow. This did not seem like Eldest Uncle's style.    

In Yang Xuan's memory, he, Eldest Uncle, had always been a very serious, decisive, and somewhat barbaric person. When he came over, he would always push the door open. Usually, he was very strict with Yang Xuan. Except for the slightly bigger place Yang Xuan lived in, the food and clothes he provided Yang Xuan were not even as good as a servant's. Of course, Yang Xuan had never enjoyed the treatment that belonged to the Yang family's bloodline since he was young. Over the years, he had gotten used to it. He did not have any complaints about it.    

However, there were a few things that puzzled him. Why was he the only one in the Yang family who was confined to his own courtyard all year round? He couldn't go out without permission? Besides, where were his parents? He heard that his parents died. Why did they die? Where did they die? Why couldn't he go to their graves to take a look?    

He didn't get any answers to these questions. None of the people from the Yang family were willing to tell him about these things. As time went on, Yang Xuan didn't talk much. He started to like to immerse himself in his own world, reading or daydreaming.    

There were a lot of old books in his room. These books were sent by his aunt last year. His aunt's name was Yang Qianxue. Every year, she would appear on time. Every time she appeared, she would send over a pile of books and tell him which book to start reading. When she left, she would take away the old books from last year.    

The same thing had been going on for nearly ten years. But now was not the time to change books. In the past half a year, he had only flipped through the books twice. He still couldn't remember many things. He needed to read them two or three more times. What was his aunt doing here at this time?    

He wiped his hands and opened the door. It was indeed Yang Qianxue outside the door.    

He called out to her respectfully.    

"Let's talk inside the house."    

Yang Qianxue hurried into the room and called Yang Xuan to walk in front of her. She looked at him and asked, "Do you want to leave?"    

"Leave?"    

Yang Xuan did not react for a moment. Where would he go if he left? Should he leave the house or the Yang family? Would he come back after leaving for a period of time, or would he go far away and never meet them again?    

"Leave the Yang family and never come back."    

Yang Qianxue's tone was very serious. It was different from what Yang Xuan remembered of her in the past. He was thinking about why. Yang Qianxue's following words interrupted his thoughts.    

"You want to know how your parents died, right? You also want to know why the entire Yang family treats you like this, right?"    

"Yes." Yang Xuan thought about it seriously, as if he had thought of something. He added, "But it doesn't matter if I don't know. I don't want to take revenge. The book said that if a person wanted to take revenge, then it wouldn't be too late for him to wait for ten years. But the book also said that between people, if they keep taking revenge on each other, when will it end?"    

Yang Qianxue was stunned.    

This was the state of mind that a sixteen year old youth should have? Or was it that he had no concept or feelings for his parents? Was he unable to have thoughts of revenge in his heart, or was he deliberately saying those words?    

Yang Qianxue thought of many things in an instant. When she saw the bright, deep, and sincere eyes of the youth, she realized that she was very wrong.    

He was just a simple youth. He was like a blank piece of paper. He had never seen the world, so he didn't know how vicious people's hearts were. So it was impossible for him to have so many strange thoughts? Whatever he said, his heart should be thinking the same thing.    

"Then, do you want to leave the courtyard and the Yang family?" Yang Qianxue asked the same question again. This time she asked very carefully. She was afraid that her voice would scare him if it was too loud.    

"I don't want to."    

Yang Xuan's answer once again surprised Yang Qianxue.    

"Why?"    

"Because I want to live." He thought for a moment, probably because he was satisfied with his current situation. A smile gradually appeared on his face and he said, "Live well just like now."    

Wei Kingdom was a very small country on this continent. Wei Kingdom was like an ant, and the other great countries in the Central Plains were like elephants. There were already many cultivators here. Then how many Immortal Cultivators would there be in the other great countries in the Central Plains?    

This is something that ordinary people in small countries, even Immortal Cultivators like Yang Qianxue would find hard to imagine. An unarmed ordinary mortal went to a world that he had never come into contact with in 16 years. Could he safely survive?    

He probably could not.    

Yang Qianxue clearly knew the cruelty of Immortal Cultivation World, and she also knew that ordinary people were very lowly in the eyes of cultivators. Sometimes, the law only applies to the weak. For example, when cultivators and ordinary people had a conflict, the government would definitely be biased towards cultivators. Even if cultivators killed ordinary people, in the laws of Wei Kingdom, this was nothing.    

She was too impatient and didn't consider all of this.    

"Then what do you want?" Yang Qianxue asked again.    

Yang Xuan said, "I want to cultivate!" A lot of brilliance suddenly appeared in his calm eyes. He thought of the cultivators who could fly in the sky in the book, and his eyes became even hotter, "Aunt, can you teach me how to cultivate?"    

"No!" Yang Qianxue firmly shook her head.    

Yang Xuan did not understand, and he did not ask why. According to Yang Qianxue's concern for him, if she could teach him, she would have taught him long ago.    

She must have had some difficulties, or else she would not have done so.    

Seeing Yang Xuan's slightly disappointed look, Yang Qianxue did not say anything. Before she left, she gave a large bag of money to Yang Xuan.    

Holding the money bag, the heat in Yang Xuan's eyes began to dissipate. The expression on his face gradually became cold. The strength in his hand gradually increased. The coins in the bag were squeezed and deformed, and in the end, the money bag was casually thrown to the foot of the wall.    

After a while, his body froze, and his head was full of cold sweat. He seemed to have realized what had happened.    

"I can't control myself again."    

Yang Xuan frowned and looked at his own hand. He whispered to himself.    

He looked at the flattened money bag and felt guilty. He walked over and picked up the money bag and put it in his pocket.    

Finally, he rushed into the house and shut the door tightly.