Han Yang looked at Duanmu Xi’s adorable appearance and felt that he had indeed overthought things.
The Duanmu Family’s reputation for kindness in Jiayuan City was genuine, and why would they suddenly kill a mere servant like him?
He had nothing for them to covet.
Before Han Yang could stand up, Lu Yuanba, who was leading the group, rolled his eyes and said coldly.
“Young Miss Duanmu, isn’t it inappropriate for you to interfere in our Han Family’s affairs?”
Duanmu Xi seemed startled by Lu Yuanba, her small mouth suddenly puckered, her eyes reddened, and she said with a hint of a sob.
“Third Uncle, someone is scaring me.”
Only a cold snort from a middle-aged man was heard from inside another carriage.
Han Yang felt as if something had struck his chest, making him incredibly uncomfortable.
The Han Family’s guards also looked at that carriage with shock.
The carriage curtain lifted without a breeze, revealing a middle-aged man in a black Daoist robe sitting cross-legged, his eyes coldly staring at the Han Family guards as he said.
“Scram.”
The 8 Han Family guards felt as if they were being targeted by a Terrifying beast.
They had seen Grandmaster-level figures before, but they felt that even Grandmasters were not as terrifying as the person in front of them, as if they would die the moment he made a move.
Lu Yuanba secretly thought, ‘Excellent, simply excellent!’
Thinking of this, he immediately cupped his hands towards the carriage, then decisively took the 1000 taels of silver Han Yang had given him, and quietly whispered to the guards beside him to leave.
He then left without looking back.
At this moment, Lu Yuanba was excited, even thrilled.
He felt that his blade technique had improved significantly today.
His blade hadn’t been drawn today, but silver had been ‘chopped out’!
This was the entire ten years’ salary for all 8 of them!
He would go to the Spring Breeze Brothel later for a drink.
He had been craving it for many years.
His money had always been taken by his shrewish wife at home, leaving him with never more than 2 taels of silver in his pocket.
Today, he would go and experience the girls in the Spring Breeze Brothel!
Moreover, he now had an excuse to deal with Han Haiyan.
The Duanmu Family had a Grandmaster make a move; what could he do if he couldn’t defeat him?
He also wondered if he should come back later to stake out the place and wait for Steward Han Da?
Han Da had even more silver; perhaps another 1000 taels then.
Lu Yuanba felt like he had grown a brain!
He was so excited he wanted to let out a howl!
Duanmu Xi’s expression also cleared up like after a rain, and she sweetly said again.
“Brother Yang, come.”
Suddenly, Duanmu Xi’s eyes darted around, and she ran to the side of the middle-aged man’s carriage, obediently saying, “Third Uncle, can I borrow your Spiritual Root Testing Plate for a moment?”
The middle-aged man looked at Duanmu Xi, his previously cold expression replaced by one of doting affection, and he shook his head, saying, “Duanmu Xi, where would ordinary Mortals find so many people with Spiritual Roots?”
Duanmu Xi pouted and again called out “Uncle” in a spoiled tone, drawing out the sound.
Han Yang beside her felt it was too sweet, and the middle-aged man, seeing this, looked helpless and directly patted the small pouch at his waist.
As Han Yang watched the round plate suddenly appear in the man’s hand and then looked at the pouch hanging at his waist, he understood.
He knew that this thing was most likely a Storage Pouch, and immediately feigned an incredibly shocked expression.
Duanmu Xi looked at Han Yang’s surprised expression, feeling a little smug.
It was the first time she had seen Han Yang surprised.
In the past, Han Yang was gentle and polite.
Although he was a servant, he always had a feeling about him that made her feel like she was bathed in spring breeze, a bit like an older brother, even more so than a real one!
It was as if nothing could surprise him.
Han Yang watched as Duanmu Xi took the round plate from the man’s hand and then held it out to him with both hands.
His eyes flickered a few times, knowing that this thing was most likely used to test if one could cultivate immortality.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and placed his slightly trembling hand on it.
He felt the round plate was cool to the touch, but after placing his hand on it, he felt a warm current flow through his body once.
“Yay!
It lit up, it lit up!”
Duanmu Xi went from initial nervousness and apprehension to excitement, even jumping up with joy, her small hands constantly clapping, making crisp sounds.
The middle-aged man also let out a surprised “Eh?” and said.
“Young man, your luck is good.
You actually do have a Spiritual Root.”
“Third Uncle, can Brother Yang travel with us?”
The middle-aged man frowned, looking at Han Yang, who was dressed as a servant, with a slightly strange look of displeasure in his eyes, but he still said.
“Alright, then let’s travel together.”
Han Yang was already a bit numb hearing the words “travel together.” So many people wanted to send him on his way today.
Although he grumbled inwardly, he immediately cupped his hands and said, “Then I’ll trouble Senior.”
The middle-aged man was startled by the word “Senior,” then waved his hand and lowered the carriage curtain.
Han Yang felt as if the middle-aged man was very displeased with him, like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law, as if he were going to steal his daughter.
Duanmu Xi excitedly tugged Han Yang’s sleeve and headed towards her own carriage.
Han Yang was startled and said, “Young Miss Duanmu, isn’t it inappropriate for me to be in the same carriage as you?
How about I sit in the carriage behind?”
Duanmu Xi waved her hands repeatedly, saying, “It’s fine, it’s fine, Brother Yang, I haven’t seen you in months.
I want to talk to you properly.”
“Also, from now on, just call me Duanmu Xi, No more ‘Young Miss,’ ‘Young Miss.’ From now on, we’ll be fellow Disciples.
There are no ‘Young Misses’ and ‘servants’ in the Immortal Sect.”
Han Yang sighed inwardly.
This place emphasized that men and women should not touch, but since Duanmu Xi was so insistent, he didn’t dwell on it.
As soon as he got into the carriage, Han Yang smelled a pleasant fragrance inside the carriage, like a floral scent, or perhaps Duanmu Xi’s own scent.
“Brother Yang, you have a Spiritual Root too!
That’s wonderful!
We’ll be fellow Disciples from now on!
I’ll be able to see you often now!” Duanmu Xi looked exceptionally happy, constantly scrutinizing Han Yang from head to toe.
Han Yang was excited at this moment.
Although he had felt that he would surely be able to cultivate immortality the day he heard about the Immortal Fate.
Otherwise, it would truly be a waste of the treasure in his mind.
But only after it was truly confirmed did the real excitement set in.
Duanmu Xi saw Han Yang somewhat distracted and called out “Brother Yang” again.
“Duanmu Xi, that thing just now should have been used to test Aptitude, right?
But why didn’t the Han Family have one?”
Duanmu Xi huffed arrogantly, “Of course they didn’t!
The Han Family only had one Outer Sect Disciple in their ancestry who, seeing no hope for cultivation, went to Jiayuan City to start a Family.”
“My Family is a big Family within the Sect, so naturally, we don’t need to rush to test for Spiritual Roots like other Families.”
“Every time, our Family tests, and those with Spiritual Roots go, while those without stay in the city and live the lives of Mortals.”
“Oh, right, Brother Yang, you don’t seem very surprised by this.
Did sister Xinghua tell you about these things?”
When Duanmu Xi said this, she frowned and shook her head, saying, “No, if sister Xinghua had told you these things, you wouldn’t have secretly left alone and almost been killed by the Han Family guards.”
Today, after Young Miss left, I secretly ran out.”
“Duanmu Xi, it’s a good thing I met you today, otherwise, I might have been in some trouble.”
“I will repay this kindness with a gushing spring of gratitude in the future!”
Duanmu Xi looked at the solemn Han Yang and burst out laughing.
“Brother Yang, I’ll remember that!”
“From now on, Han Xinghua won’t be your only saviour!”
Han Yang nodded with a smile.
Just as he was about to ask Duanmu Xi about his Spiritual Root, he heard Duanmu Xi say playfully.
“Brother Yang, in that story about ‘thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river,’ what happened to the servant and the Young Miss in the end?”
“It’s been so many years, surely you haven’t thought of the ending yet?”
Han Yang smiled bitterly, “Duanmu Xi, you’ve seen the ending.
Don’t tease me anymore.
I was ignorant back then.
Stories are just stories, they can’t be taken seriously.”
Duanmu Xi continued to mock him with a resentful expression.
“Brother Yang, if you had come to our Family back then, you wouldn’t have encountered something like this today.
If I had known you had a Spiritual Root, I would have definitely made you come to the Sect with me to cultivate immortality.”
“Sister Xinghua is really something too.
A few months ago, I even specifically asked her if she would let you come to me!”
“But not only did she not let you come to me, she also didn’t let you cultivate immortality.
When I see her later, I’ll definitely tell her off.
She’ll regret it sooner or later.”
Han Yang looked at Duanmu Xi, who was full of indignation and speaking up for him, and thought to himself, as a mere servant back then, if he had dared to say he wanted to change Families, he would probably have been beaten to death, right?
Unless Han Xinghua had actively let him go at that time.
But he said.
“Duanmu Xi, the Han Family isn’t just decided by Young Miss.
This can’t be blamed on Young Miss.”
“Ultimately, it’s because of my humble origins.”
Inside the carriage, Duanmu Xi pouted, seemingly a little sad, and said.
“Brother Yang, is Sister Xinghua really that good?
The Han Family was going to kill you, and you’re still speaking up for her.”
Han Yang had no dissatisfaction with Han Xinghua; it had always been him overthinking things in the past and this general environment was just like this.
Someone of Duanmu Xi’s noble status who was willing to call him, a servant, “Brother” was truly a Phoenix feather and Qilin horn.
Perhaps it was his unyielding temperament from his youth Or perhaps the mysterious self-confidence of a Transmigrator.
Perhaps there was also a sense of composure from looking down on life and death, which made him lose the inferiority a servant should have, and that was why the way people around him treated him changed slightly.
Duanmu Xi was just an exception and Han Xinghua’s way of treating him was normal; in fact, Han Xinghua’s way of treating him had already exceeded the limitations of this era.
Putting everything else aside, the Han Family had never had freed servants, nor had it ever had a servant called “Brother.”
Han Yang thought of this and said calmly,
“Let’s not talk about Young Miss anymore, let’s talk about something else.”
“Oh right, Duanmu Xi, is my Aptitude good?”
“Can I cultivate immortality with this?”
Also, if you spot any mistakes or have suggestions for the story, feel free to share them in the comments.
I’m always looking to improve my writing!