Chapter 6 (1/2)
Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon
The Meng family’s ancestral mansion bustled with activity as people lined up to collect their treasured pills.
“That’s plenty.”
“So many pills were given out?”
The clansmen who obtained the treasured pills were astonished. A woman held her seven-year-old daughter’s hand and received her daughter’s monthly cultivation resources. She was also shocked. “Previously, my daughter only received three taels of silver a month and a Lifeblood Pill. Now, she’s getting 30 taels of silver and 10 Lifeblood Pills? She can consume a Lifeblood Pill once every three days?”
Her daughter was only seven. She didn’t focus on cultivation and was given only the most basic resources the family clan gave the younger generation. Yet, her quota had increased tremendously.
“Everyone, the clan leader has personally announced that from this month onwards, all clan members below the age of 20 will receive ten times the amount of pills and silver every month.” The clan members who were responsible for distributing the resources also began to explain. This soon spread, turning the clansmen in the Meng family ancestral mansion ebullient.
The family clan juniors were divided into five levels according to their cultivation progress.
For example, Meng Wenying and Meng Chuan were at the top of the list. They were specially nurtured.
There were also the second and third levels…
And now, the most ordinary juniors received 30 taels of silver and 10 Lifeblood Pills a month.
“Clan Leader, the clan has at least 2,000 people who are between the ages of 6 and 20. Can the family support such levels of distribution?” asked one of the old servants worriedly. Clan Leader Meng Yanping stood in the distance and watched clansmen collecting their quotas. He said calmly, “Don’t worry. The clan’s savings are enough to handle another ten years of such distribution.”
The old servant was a little worried.
The income of a G.o.dfiend clan was astonis.h.i.+ng, but its expenses were similarly huge. Now, the clan was desperately trying to groom a new generation of cultivators. They were nurturing them with everything for the next ten years! They were throwing resources at the younger generation in hopes of producing a sapling who had a chance of becoming a G.o.dfiend.
…
At the Mirror Lake Meng Manor.
Meng Dajiang led a dozen people back to the manor.
“Master.” The servants were very respectful.
“Where’s Chuan’er?” Meng Dajiang asked.
“Young Master is at the training grounds,” the servants replied respectfully.
Meng Dajiang frowned and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting in the west and it was almost five in the evening. “Why is he still practicing at this time?”
He led an entourage to the training grounds. He vaguely heard the sound of a saber whistling through the air. He waved his hand and ordered in a low voice, “Wait here.” With that said, he quietly walked closer. He looked through the windows surrounding the training ground. He saw a young man’s blurry figure hidden within the saber flashes, practicing the Falling Leaf Saber.
“Qian Fang.” Meng Dajiang beckoned for a middle-aged man not far away. Qian Fang—who was an old servant who served Meng Chuan—quickly walked over.
“Tell me,” Meng Dajiang said with a suppressed voice, “how long has Chuan’er been practicing his saber art today?”
“Master, Young Master started practicing his saber art early in the morning. Besides eating and resting, he hasn’t stopped!” Qian Fang said immediately.
“He practiced for so long?” Meng Dajiang frowned.
“Even after soaking in a herbal bath at night, the Young Master will continue practicing his saber art in his courtyard for two further hours.” Qian Fang couldn’t help but say, “For the past few days, other than eating, sleeping, painting, taking a medicinal bath, and undergoing Marrow Cleansing cultivation… he practices his saber art for roughly twelve to fourteen hours every day.”
“For the past few days?” Meng Dajiang murmured. In the past few days? What could have agitated his son so much into such crazy training? The engagement annulment?
“Yes, for the past few days!” Qian Fang said. “Just before that, Young Master was still in a good mood. He even got me to buy some G.o.dfiend biographies and didn’t cultivate so crazily. But I’ve no idea what happened over the past few days. My attempts in persuasion fell on deaf ears.”
…
A while later, at the training ground.
Meng Chuan was immersed with the Falling Leaf Saber technique.
“Chuan’er.” Meng Dajiang’s voice rang out.
“Dad.” Meng Chuan stopped and saw Meng Dajiang leading more than ten people over.
Meng Dajiang smiled and said, “Chuan’er, the clan has decided to spend more effort in nurturing you. From today onwards, these eight Marrow Cleansing and three Mortal Shedding warriors will be your sparring partners.”
“Don’t I have bodyguards to spar with?” Meng Chuan was surprised.
He already had eight Marrow Cleansing guards and two Mortal Shedding guards. They would occasionally accompany him during his saber training.
“They are guards. These are warriors who specialize in sparring. For example, among these eight Marrow Cleansing warriors, there’s one who’s skilled in archery, and another who’s skilled in projectiles. It will be of great help to your cultivation,” said Meng Dajiang. “Besides, as your guards, we can’t let them spar with you often, right?”
Meng Chuan nodded.
The guards were paid employees with well-defined job scopes. It was fine if they occasionally sparred with Meng Chuan, but doing so too often would result in exploitation complaints.