Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 133 - 82: Back in the Day, I Was an Ambitious Cultivator Too (Part 2)

Chapter 133: Chapter 82: Back in the Day, I Was an Ambitious Cultivator Too (Part 2)

"You talkin’ about annoying, Yunteng has four levels of cultivation spaces: gold, silver, copper, iron, and whatnot with Yunmiao Mainland also having Foundation Establishment, Nascent Soul, Golden Core... Anyway, it’s not the cultivation path Xiao Xian wants to take. The simpler, the better. Little White Jiao is pretty sensible. His little master isn’t really scary, but the ’stately’ sugarcane seedling behind her is terrifying. The aura it emits is even stronger than the most powerful cultivator Little White Jiao has ever seen."

"Uh, I’ll skip over my various fierce and powerful experiences. Simply put, one dark and windy night, while I was on a date with a beauty who could rival Chang’e, I was accidentally hit by lightning."

"Hold up, hold up, I know the rest, then you opened your eyes, and became a Jiao Long, truly tragic. I thought I had it bad, being transferred into a crippled body the size of an ant, but you ended up in, um, the body of a Jiao Long." Xiao Xian spoke relatively discreetly, considering that this Little White Jiao would become one of her "family members" from now on.

Family members list for Xiao Xian: "Grandpa, Sister-in-Law Lian, sugarcane seedling, Little White Jiao, um, reluctantly add a Yezi." The Red Locust Great Wizard hurried over, probably that kid also went back safely.

"It’s more than tragic, absolutely outrageous. I just got transferred, but at least I still have the memories of Yunmiao Continent, can cultivate again, and will eventually turn back into a human. But I got trapped in a Dragon Suppressing Bell, and was then picked up by a little girl, the old witch who loves playing with gu insects. However, I slipped away when she wasn’t looking, hid in the pond, and hid there for decades. That hateful old witch even planted two Dragon Junipers beside the pond. Just over a year ago, I found that the spiritual energy in the mountains became abundant, and I made a significant breakthrough in my cultivation, capable of cloud raising rain. After that, the villagers cut down one of the junipers, ruining the Feng Shui, and I took the opportunity to escape." Little White Jiao obediently lay on the sugarcane seedling.

A tale of Little White Jiao’s thrilling climb up the stream, such a pity that Zhu Xiaoxian burst into the scene midway.

"Grandpa," Xiao Xian sluggishly picked herself up and moved next to Zhu Shijun.

"Awake?" Zhu Shijun’s eyes carried a bit of weight. Tonight’s events made him doubt again whether he should leave Xiao Xian in Ge Village, this place of barren mountains and unruly water, where the government’s development couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t let Xiao Xian waste her life in this mountain village.

"Grandpa, is everything alright in the village?" The room was dimly lit and very quiet, the exact opposite of outside, where the sound of people had not yet settled.

"Nothing’s wrong, Xiao Xian, are you alright? Let Grandpa take a good look at you," Zhu Shijun hadn’t finished speaking when there was a commotion outside.

The village chief pushed the door open, his face panicky, "Old sir, it’s bad. Secretary Qian is in critical condition."

The candle on the table dimmed from the breeze brought in by the opening door and went out.

San Gouzi and the village chief took Secretary Qian down the mountain overnight, and Zhu Shijun was temporarily asked to take on the heavy burden of village chief.

The four tile-roofed houses of the Zhu family were spared from much water damage and were cleared out for temporary accommodation, owners of the several collapsed houses in the village had to wait until daylight the next day to sort things out.

After a night of violent rain and wind, the next day turned out to be sunny. As dawn broke, villagers emerged from their houses clearing up the collapsed buildings.

This flood was undoubtedly a severe blow for the naturally optimistic and resigned villagers of Ge Village. The earth washed down from the mountain was several tens of centimeters thick, those dilapidated old houses collapsed, their roofs caved in, making people unable to stop shaking their heads after looking at the aftermath.

The inherent nature of the villagers was still simple; those less affected by the disaster helped those more significantly affected. With the village chief and San Gouzi not returning all night, Zhu Shijun directed the villagers to clean up a few open spaces at the village entrance with well water and dry the moisture-affected rice.

Xiao Xian, carrying a broom taller than herself, was earnestly sweeping in her own courtyard.

Around three in the afternoon, San Gouzi’s car returned, the village chief sitting inside with a gloomy face brought back bad news, "He passed away shortly after arriving at the hospital last night." Wang Chunhua cried her eyes out, and slaughtered the hen that caused the trouble that same day.

After Qian Duoduo hurried back, hearing what had happened, he grabbed a kitchen knife intending to head to the Dongnan Miao Village, firmly claiming it was the Great Wizard who cast a gu to kill his dad. The only bridge connecting the villages wasn’t repaired yet, facing the raging waters of White Dragon Pond, he could only cry and return to the village.

Secretary Qian’s body only came back wrapped in a white sheet on the third day, many children in the village sneaked peeks, all chased away by Wang Chunhua wielding a broom.

Zhu Shijun also stayed at the Qian family for one night, returning the next day with a melancholic face. Secretary Qian wasn’t a good person, having met such an end, there were those in the village who clapped in approval and those who shook their heads and sighed, but with the secretary gone, all responsibilities were now pressed onto the shoulders of the village chief alone.

After the seventh day ceremony, Qian Duoduo hired a band playing mournful horns and suonas, making noise all along the route, and Secretary Qian was buried on Leigong Mountain, adding another limestone gravestone on the mountain. This was also Xiao Xian’s real first encounter with the concept of "death"; people could die of old age, illness, and accidents.

A handful of soil, two lines of tears, a few bows, and a person was gone. When Xiao Xian accompanied Zhu Shijun to the funeral, she clutched tightly at her grandpa’s clothing, thinking he was tired and wanted to carry her, but then she looked up, "Grandpa, will we also die someday?" The topic of death had been on Xiao Xian’s mind lately.

"Life, aging, sickness, and death, no one can escape from it. Death isn’t scary, as long as you do everything you want before you die, there’ll be no regrets," Zhu Shijun patted his granddaughter’s head.

"No regrets? Grandpa, do you have any regrets?" Xiao Xian thought, determined to let her grandpa live a long life and stay healthy and happy.

Zhu Shijun didn’t speak, but his eyes had already given Xiao Xian the answer.

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