C7 Grass City

"Yang Junshan, that Cold Light Dagger was my dad's birthday present. Hurry up and return it to me!"

Seeing this, Zhang Huzi panicked, and quickly rushed forward to retrieve the dagger from Yang Junshan's hands.

Unexpectedly, Yang Junshan skillfully held the cold light dagger in his hand, causing Zhang Huzi to hastily retreat in fear. No one else knew the sharpness of the cold light dagger better than him. This was a treasure that his father had refined with a hundred refined steel, second only to magical equipment.

When Yang Junshan saw the cold light dagger, he immediately made up his mind to snatch it. He had planned to find some weapons during this trip to the Hundred Sparrow Mountain, but the cold light dagger appeared at the right time. Yang Junshan couldn't use even the lowest grade magic tools with the little amount of spiritual energy he had used to refine the spiritual cavities.

Yang Junshan chuckled, "I've said it before, you guys don't follow the rules when fighting. All the things you have on you are my spoils of war. If you want this dagger back, you can wait until Zhang Huzi defeats me next time. Let's go!"

As he spoke ?

Taking away the two Yellow Jade Fruits and the fifty stone coins from Xu Lei, who had a weird expression on his face, Yang Junshan flattered this kid with a tone of an adult. In the end, he was still a child.

Yang Junshan had been out for a while and was rushing home. He didn't want his father to ask him what he was doing.

But first, he had to get rid of the three brothers who were looking at him with their eyes.

"Divide up the loot, split up the loot!"

After turning a corner, Yang Junshan held the five money bags in his hands and shook them. Yang Junping, who could not wait any longer, immediately cheered while Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang also laughed with faces full of impatience.

This blacksmith was truly worthy of being the richest man in the village. Other than the two Yellow Jade Fruits and the fifty stone coins, his son Zhang Huzi actually had another twenty stone coins. Normally, he would bring so much money with him when he went out, which made Yang Junshan jealous.

Other than the thirty stone coins, the other four companions more or less all had over ten stone coins with them. Just like that, another fifty stone coins were collected.

In total, he had stolen 160 stone coins from Zhang Huzi's group of five. Adding the two Yellow Jade Fruits, this was already a huge fortune for the four children.

Yang Junshan counted out sixty stone coins and divided them among the three men, saying, "Everyone split twenty of them, I will go to the Magnificent Brocade Mountain the day after tomorrow. There is an urgent need for this money."

When Yang Qianhai heard this, he was about to return the stone coins in his hands and said: "Brother Shan, if you want to use it urgently, then don't split it!"

Yang Junshan smiled and waved the money bag in his hand along with the cold dagger, "That's about enough, I know what I'm doing. Besides, this cold dagger is at least worth a jade coin or more. I've struck it rich this time."

Yang Junping looked at the Yellow Jade Fruit in Yang Junshan's hands and said, "Brother, I don't want the stone coins. Can you give me a piece of the Yellow Jade Fruit to taste it?"

Yang Junshan jokingly scolded, "You greedy little thing, you don't have a spiritual cavities, so the spiritual energy cannot be used by yourself. The Yellow Jade Fruit is not as delicious as ordinary apples and pears in your mouth, and when you test your innate talent next year, I will find a spirit fruit that is even better than the Yellow Jade Fruit for you."

Yang Junping's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Yang Junshan said affirmatively, "Of course it's true. Do you think I would lie to you?"

Yang Qianhai was older in the end, but he knew that these spirit fruits were not that good. Moreover, this Yellow Jade Fruit was a mid-tier magic rank spirit fruit. Otherwise, why would that blacksmith, a martial artist, treat a Yellow Jade Fruit Tree as such?

The two brothers sneakily returned home. Yang Tian had just finished his preparations to go to Grass City. At this time, he dug out a pot of dry smoke from a stone grinder in the courtyard and puffed out clouds of smoke.

As soon as they entered, they saw Yang Tian smoking there. Yang Junping was startled and unconsciously hid behind Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan chuckled and asked, "Dad, are the packhorses ready?"

Yang Tian glanced at the two brothers and didn't ask where they had gone to before. He said to Yang Junshan, "It's still better to go back to Grass City as soon as possible. Pack it up as soon as possible. Go ride that little packhorse."

"Really?" Yang Junshan's eyes lit up. He had been salivating over that little packhorse beast for a long time, but Yang Tian just refused. He had been raised at home for three whole years, and it was as if he had raised a son. This time, he finally agreed to let him ride on it.

When Yang Tian had just been young, he had spent a lot of energy to subdue a female packhorse beast. Currently, the female packhorse beast had a strength that was not inferior to a mortal at the fourth level of the Immortal Foundation. Three years ago, when Yang Tian had just taken over the village, he had just given birth to that small packhorse beast.

Yang Tian had just been able to establish himself in the Tuqiu Village, so this Hunting Horse Beast had also contributed greatly to his efforts. His Mortal Realm Level 4 cultivation was itself a great boost to him, not to mention that the Hunting Horse Beast had a gentle temperament and great strength.

There were not more than five of these spirit animals in the entire Tuqiu Village, plus the Yang family's little packhorse beast that was not yet an adult and could not be farmed yet.

It was because of this packhorse beast of Yang Tian's, coupled with the fact that the Yang Family had inherited the < Landfill Spirit Art > technique, that Yang Tian had been able to cultivate about three acres of low-grade magic farmland.

This was also because the current little packhorse beast was only at the second level of cultivation, which was equivalent to summoning immortal spirits. Only when its cultivation reached the level of the third spiritual cavities would it be able to draw in heaven and earth's spiritual energy for itself, which would then be able to drag the plow over the earth and deposit it into the earth's spirit field.

And once this little packhorse beast fully matured, not only would the Yang family with two spirit animals be able to plow their own three acres of spirit field in detail, but they could also plow other families' spirit fields to earn stone coins, spirit valleys, and the like, the Yang family's situation would also further improve.

The Grass City of Wasteland Town was a ten-day event. Every time when one arrived at the Grass City, the villagers in the surrounding five villages would rush into the town to buy a living. It was also the busiest day in Wasteland Town.

Yang Junshan rode on his small packhorse and followed behind Yang Tian's big packhorse. They jogged all the way to the market in Wasteland Town. About half an hour later, they could already see Wasteland Town in the distance.

The Spirit Valley was filled to the brim with about two stones. According to the price of one jade coin and two battle spirit valleys, these two spirit valleys were worth ten jade coins, which was equivalent to Yang Tian's annual village salary.

Although the Yang family was a rich family, it didn't have as many loose coins as the blacksmith Zhang. The Yang family's base was the Spirit Valley, and they would only come to the town to exchange for jade coins when they needed it. At this time, Yang Tian was obviously preparing to go to the Hundred Sparrows Mountain for Yang Junshan.

In the Yang family's three acres of spirit field in the Tuqiu Village, the harvest was only about six stones a year, thanks to the Yang family's secret farming technique and the water in the well that contained spiritual energy. However, a fifth of the annual harvest was paid to the town as food tax.

At this time, there were already many spirit farmers from the villages of Wasteland Town heading to the Grass Market. On the way, many of them greeted Yang Tian with a trace of reverence.

As an outsider, Yang Tian had just come to Meng Yu County from Chenyu County to be the chief of the village. As an outsider, Yang Tian had just come to Meng Yu County from Chenyu County to be the chief of the village.

After the incident at the spirit well in the Tu Qiu Village, although Yang Tian no longer dared to offend people in the Tu Qiu Village, he was still ostracized and rebuked by the other village officials and the few Martial Disciples in the town.

However, after a series of skirmishes, Yang Zhang had defeated the many Martial Disciples that challenged him. Even those with the same cultivation as him could only remain undefeated under him. In the end, the guards had to personally take action to firmly suppress him.

The result of this battle soon spread throughout the whole town. Although Yang Tian Gang's cultivation was not the second strongest person in the town, but his strength was already second only to the strongest guard in the town. No one in the town dared to look down on this outsider.

The Grass City of Wasteland Town was bustling with activity. Not only the shops and the surrounding village farmers, but also many merchants from outside of Wasteland Town had come to sell all the daily necessities of the farming industry.

As soon as Yang Tian entered Grass City, he told Yang Junshan to wander around the town by himself. Then, he led his packhorse and beast towards the government office.

Yang Junshan knew that the government office that was guarding this town was actually the gathering place for martial arts experts. Every time there was a grass market in the town, there would be martial arts cultivators from the town who were guarding the government office, exchanging things for cultivation, exchanging useful information, training experiences, and so on.

Without Yang Tian by his side, Yang Junshan felt more free for a moment. At this moment, he had two hundred stone coins and a jade coin with him, so it was a good time to buy some things to prepare for the Hundred Sparrow Mountain.

Yang Junshan might be young, but he had over a hundred years of martial arts experience in his previous life. Plus, he had a half-grown packhorse behind him, so he obviously had the status of a family's child. The adults in the town that feared him wouldn't want to earn money, but those businessmen were different.

However, at this time, Yang Junshan was also thinking about these businessmen, because only because these businessmen were wandering around, they would have some messy but strange things in their hands. Yang Junshan wanted to try his luck with these businessmen to see if he could find something useful with the knowledge from his previous life.