Yang Junshan was startled and his body jolted upright. He suddenly realized he was lying on a wooden bed. As he moved violently, the bed creaked and groaned in protest.

The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, the familiar furnishings, all exuded a long-lost warmth and nature, slowly unearthing things that had long been solidified in Yang Junshan's memory. Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else! ?

The only thing that felt unfamiliar was his body, which had shrunk by half. But he was still wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.

How did I become a half-grown child?

Before Yang Junsan could even fully grasp this thought, a more powerful one exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what I looked like a hundred years ago! I have been reborn!

The memories of the present and the experiences of a hundred years later suddenly began to clash in his mind. Fragments of memories from different periods and locations surged chaotically, causing Yang Junshan's perception of time and space to become completely disoriented until a pale little hand waved in front of his eyes, becoming increasingly clear. Only then did Yang Junshan regain his composure.

A rosy, pretty little face with a radiant smile suddenly appeared in his line of sight. “Hee hee,” she giggled, “Brother, brother, come back to us! Come back!”

Yang Junshan's eyes lit up with color once again. Looking at the cute little girl before him, he tentatively asked with a hint of disbelief: "Little sister?"

The little girl giggled, then withdrew her hand from Yang Junshan's eyes. In a sweet voice, she said, "Brother, are you so daydreaming that you don't even recognize your little sister? You've been staring blankly at the bed for an hour. Are you thinking about what happened at Baique Mountain?"

A little girl's words caused Yang Junshan's memories in his mind to begin instantly retracing from a hundred years later, until the scene that happened a hundred years ago in Yang Junshan's memory reappeared in his mind, and then completely merged with the current scene. The prodigal son who had gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes in his past life finally fully merged with the young Yang Junshan.

The little girl had already skipped to Yang Junshen's side, turned her back and propped herself up on the edge of the bed with both hands. She sat beside Yang Junshen, her sweet voice following, "I heard Dad and Baishen say that the fairy creatures in Baique Mountain's enclosure are all leftovers picked by others, and it's very dangerous inside, with ferocious beasts frequently appearing and eating people. Brother, don't you want to go?"

Yang Junshan gently patted his sister's head, which made Yang Junxin frown: "Oh, don't touch my head! Mom just braided my hair this morning!"

Scenes from past lives flickered back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said, "Don't worry, sister. Although Baque Mountain is dangerous, the Xianling artifacts have been selected by Huanshan Sect and other prominent clans for two rounds. However, there may still be high-quality Xianling artifacts that they haven't discovered inside. Maybe my elder brother will be lucky enough to find one."

"It's not that easy!"

A voice made Yang Junshi's gaze skip over his younger sister, Yang Junxin. A young boy a few years younger than him, with a resemblance to her in appearance, had been standing at the door all along. Hearing Yang Junshi's words, he curled his lips and said, "Big brother, Father finally managed to get a piece of earth-yellow stone from grandma. Although it's not good, it can barely be considered a middle-grade immortal spirit. Since grandpa passed away, you know how hard our family has been. For this immortal treasure, father might have endured countless taunts from his fourth and fifth uncles. Besides the few powerful clans in the Shaking Mountain Sect and Yu County, very few people can afford to use middle-grade immortal spirits. Even when Father summoned an immortal spirit back then, he only used a middle-grade one. You're good though, insisting on going to Bai Que Mountain, which is so dangerous!"

Yang Junshan was less than two years older than his younger brother. The two had been fighting since they were young because of their close ages. Not long ago, the two quarreled over a bow. Yang Junshan, being older and stronger, snatched the mulberry wood bow from his younger brother, causing the latter to cry for a while in front of their parents until their father promised to buy him a mulberry wood bow when he turned twelve. Only then did things calm down.

Yang Junsan looked at his second brother, whose face was full of blame but also a hint of worry. Recalling the hundred years of experience he had in his dream, Yang Junsan's heart warmed involuntarily. He said softly, "Second brother, don't worry, I'm just going to Ba que Mountain. If I find nothing there, I'll come back and use the ochre stone to call upon spirits later. But if luck is on my side, elder brother finds other fairy spirits. At that time, the ochre stone will belong to you, second brother!"

Yang Junping's eyes lit up instantly, but then he seemed to think of something and muttered, "If you had spoken to me like this the day before yesterday, I wouldn't have fought you for that mulberry wood bow. You know my father bought that mulberry wood bow specifically for you to go to Baique Mountain."

Seeing his second brother muttering aside, Yang Junshi asked, "Second brother, what are you saying?"

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Yang Junping scoffed, "I don't want your yellow stone! You talk as if you're guaranteed to get a fairy spirit. Don't you know how dangerous it is there? I think you should hurry up and summon a spirit with the yellow stone. Our village blacksmith's son, Zhang Huzi, is only a year younger than you, but he has a third-rank aptitude! He's been practicing alongside us and is almost successful in summoning his spirit now. He shows off to us all the time. If you don't summon your spirit soon, next time I think we won't even be able to beat him." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Yang Junshan jumped down from the bedside and walked to his younger brother, patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Relax, everything will be fine."

After saying that, he walked past Yang Junping's side, pushed open the door and left his own room. He was left staring at Yang Junshan's retreating figure with a puzzled expression. Yang Junping shrugged his shoulders, which had been patted by his elder brother just now, then turned his head to look at Yang Junshan's back, and followed him out, muttering something under his breath the whole time.

Outside, Yang Tian had just finished a pot of dried smoke and was sitting on the grinding plate "clacking" his pipe against it, the ash inside falling down.

This jade-mouthed wind mill pipe was a high-grade magic artifact that Yang Tiangang obtained through his relationship with his third aunt, Yang Tianfang, who was the wife of Yang Junsan. He almost spent half his family fortune on it. Because of this, Yang Junsan's family also went through a period of hardship until three years ago when Yang Tiangang split from his family and moved to Tudi Village in Huangtu Town, Mengyu County, becoming the village head. Only then did their lives gradually improve.

Yang Tian's teapot was hanging two small bags. One, made of plain black cloth, contained a plump pouch of tobacco, which he usually smoked. The other, a smaller embroidered bag, looked rather deflated.

However, Yang Junsan knew that the pouch contained a type of spiritual grass called Han Yuyanye. It was a high-grade incense with a cooling sensation and a faint spiritual energy when smoked, leaving one feeling refreshed and invigorated. This was something Yang Tiangang would only use when he encountered happy events or had guests visiting.

Moreover, Yang Junshen knew that his father's pouch wasn't just used to hold the cold jade silk. This pouch was also a small storage bag, capable of holding many things much larger than itself.

Upon seeing Yang Junshan emerge, Yang Tiangang took the smoking pot from the black smokesack and scooped out a mouthful of smoke threads. He then kneaded them with his hand, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. Sparks flew as he ignited the pipe with a flick. "Puff puff," he drew two puffs and exhaled a cloud of white smoke, looking at Yang Junshan, and said, “Have you thought it over?”

Yang Junshan's face was youthful, but his expression was firm. He nodded and said, "I've made up my mind, I'm going to Baique Mountain!"

"Where to go! Where to go?"

Han Xiumei looked flustered. She rushed out of the kitchen, shouting. With a flick of her hands, the water droplets on them instantly dried. Then she pointed at Yang Junsan's forehead with a finger, saying in a scolding tone: "You little rascal, do you know what Baique Mountain is? Those sects and wealthy families are not good people. They say they give everyone an opportunity, but only let children go in while forbidding adults from following. Isn't that the same as sending them to their deaths? You're not allowed to go, absolutely not! If you do, I'll break your legs!"

Yang Junshan dodged his mother's finger while shaking his head, but no matter how he swayed, Han Xiumei's finger could accurately hit his forehead. Helplessly, Yang Junshan had to protect his forehead with his hand and cried out, "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, Mother, don't worry, I'll be fine."

Han Xiumei was even angrier upon hearing this. She retracted her finger before Yang Junshen could breathe a sigh of relief, and slapped him on the back of the head, sending him staggering. "You little brat! What do you know? It wasn't easy raising you to be this big! Your father put so much effort into finding you the Tuhuang Stone, but you didn't want it! You insisted on going to Baque Mountain! Even if you managed to return from Baque Mountain, could you really find something better than the Tuhuang Stone? That place has been thoroughly ransacked by countless people. There's nothing good left there!"

Yang Junshan just "hehe" smiled foolishly. Han Xiumei knew this was her son's usual trick when he made up his mind to resist, and she felt anxious. She could only turn to Yang Tiagang for help: “Master, what do you say?”

Yang Tiangang took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around his face before he slowly opened his mouth and asked Yang Junshen, "You've never really been serious about anything in life. You practiced archery for a year...was it all just to go to Bai Que Mountain?"

Yang Junshan touched his head and chuckled, saying, "Yes!"

Yang Tiangang puffed on his pipe, silent. Yang Junping and Yang Juxin came out of the house but dared not speak either. The whole family stood in the courtyard, waiting for Yang Tiangang to make a decision. Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text! ?

After finishing another bowl of dry smoke, Yang Tiangang knocked on the ashes and glanced at Yang Junshi before saying, "Then go!"

As soon as Han Xiumei heard this, she became flustered and blurted out, "Master, you..."

Yang Tiangang waved his hand, interrupting Han Xiumei's words: "That's enough. The boss rarely focuses on one thing for so long. Since he started preparing to go to Baique Mountain a year ago and even practiced archery for it, I'll take him there in three days."

Seeing that Han Xiumei was still not convinced, Yang Tiangang said again: "At that time, we will only let him wander around the outskirts of Baique Mountain. There won't be too much danger, at worst he'll just come back empty-handed!"

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