With this excitement, Yang Zhenshan opened the "Green Wood Spirit Eyes" again.
In fact, he had the highest expectations for the Green Wood Spirit Eyes, so he saved it for last.
However, after reading it, both of them fell silent.
The Green Wood Spirit Eyes is indeed a very good pupil skill, with the ability to break illusions and explore spirits.
But its difficulty of cultivation is several times harder than the "Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill".
The "Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill" consumes Spirit Fruit, while the "Green Wood Spirit Eyes" consumes Clear Spirit Water.
This Clear Spirit Water is formed by condensing the Clear Spirit Wood Qi into water, and then using it to wash the eyes hundreds or even thousands of times until the Spirit Eyes manifest.
"Damn, this is fraud!" Yang Zhenshan felt a deep sense of deceit.
No wonder the Sun family would put this thing up for sale; their specialty is Wood Spirit Cultivation Techniques. If they canât cultivate it, then itâs even more impossible for others to do so.
What is Clear Spirit Wood Qi?
The spiritual energy absorbed by Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi while cultivating the "Green Wood Longevity Skill" is Clear Spirit Wood Qi.
The Spirit Source Land is not lacking in Clear Spirit Wood Qi, but even there, the concentration is not high enough to condense into liquid form.
Yu Qingyi said, "Perhaps thereâs another way to turn Clear Spirit Wood Qi into Clear Spirit Water!"
Yang Zhenshan shook his head slightly, "Itâs difficult; even if such a method exists, the cost would certainly be enormous. We shouldnât think about cultivating this pupil skill in the short term!"
"Well, it doesnât matter, weâll cultivate the other techniques first!"
Yu Qingyi wasnât too disappointed. She felt that the "Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill" was already quite good. This technique could save lives, and whatâs more important than life?
Moreover, Yang Zhenshan is currently in the Lingxiu Sea, where many powerful martial artists dwell. If something happens, it could truly be life-threatening.
If Yang Zhenshan could master the "Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill," that would be the greatest safeguard for his life.
To be honest, Yu Qingyi has been quite worried about Yang Zhenshan during this period.
Previously, she rarely worried about Yang Zhenshanâs safety because she trusted his strength.
But ever since coming to the Lingxiu Sea, she started to worry about Yang Zhenshanâs safety.
"Letâs cultivate this first!" Yu Qingyi handed the "Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill" to Yang Zhenshan without hesitation.
Yang Zhenshan looked at her, fully understanding her thoughts.
"Letâs cultivate the movement technique first; while the Nourishing Body Skill is great, it canât be mastered in a short time. The movement technique is easier to practice and useful in combat!"
He advised gently.
Yu Qingyi met his gaze, "Alright!"
They exchanged a knowing smile and then began methodically cultivating.
They started with the movement and spear techniques while also cultivating the Nourishing Body Skill at a slower pace.
Cultivation can be a tedious task, but with mutual discussion and companionship, itâs not as dull.
The two immersed themselves in cultivation, almost to the point of forgetting to eat or sleep, feeling captivated.
Time flies when cultivating, and in the blink of an eye, a new year arrived.
The Spirit Source Land was bustling with the celebration of the New Year.
The population in the Spirit Source Land now exceeds fifty thousand, unlike in the past when it was sparsely populated.
With more people, the festive atmosphere is more apparent.
During the New Year, Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi naturally couldnât stay secluded on the Spiritual Spring Mountain; they had to come out and accept everyoneâs New Year greetings.
Yang Zhenshan disliked tedious rituals but still had to meet everyone.
On New Yearâs Day.
Yang Zhenshan sat upright in the clan hall, and a procession of descendants lined up to pay their respects.
This time every year was Yang Zhenshanâs opportunity to recognize everyone. This year, he gained another grandson and two great-granddaughters, and thatâs just in the Spirit Source Land; there might be new descendants in Daâan, Dajing, and Divine Wood Island too.
The third generation of the Yang family is all married, even the youngest, Yang Chengâan, now has a pair of children.
The fourth generation, known as the Qinting generation, some are already married, while others are still infants.
The fifth generation, the Jixue generation, the eldest Yang Jijue is already sixteen this year and might get married later this year or next year. This means that in two or three years, Yang Zhenshan might have great-great-grandchildren, reaching six generations living together.
As his descendants increase, Yang Zhenshan, the patriarch, feels somewhat detached from the common folk.
With the grandchildren, itâs alright as most of them grew up under Yang Zhenshanâs watch.
But for the great-grandchildren, Yang Zhenshan isnât as close to them. Itâs not that he doesnât want to be close, but there are too many children that itâs impossible to be close to all of them.
As for the great-great-grandchildren of the Jixue generation, Yang Zhenshan rarely meets them; seeing them four or five times a year is considered frequent, while sometimes he only sees them once a year during New Year greetings.
A crowd of descendants entered the hall to kneel and bow, with Yang Mingzhaoâs family being the last to enter.
Compared to the branches of Yang Mingcheng, Yang Mingzhi, and Yang Minghao, Yang Mingzhaoâs branch is relatively sparse.
Yang Mingzhao himself was young, having only one son and one daughter, and Yang Chengâan has been married for six years, also with one son and one daughter.
Since getting married, Yang Chengâan has become much more composed. He wears a dark purple long robe with a purple-green jade pendant adorned with golden tassels around his waist, standing straight and tall with a handsome face. His sword-like eyebrows extend into his temples, full of heroic spirit, and his deep and lively eyes.
He held on to a chubby child, about four or five years old, who looked just like Yang Chengâan did at that age. One could tell at a glance that he is a mischievous child.
"Qinting, come over!" Yang Zhenshan beckoned, calling the child to his side.
"Grandfather!" The little boy came over obediently and called out.
Yang Zhenshan reached out to ruffle his hair with a kind smile, occasionally pinching his arm or patting him on the back.