The official began to talk about the past on the stage and his story became increasingly magical, drawing endless exclamations from the crowd. Some of the more interested people had already quietly left and returned home.
They had to prepare their children and send them to the celestial sect to achieve something with their lives. If their children were selected, wouldn't they be able to act proudly before their relatives?
With that, many parents were tempted. In the crowd, Ye Yan and the others stretched their necks and listened attentively, especially Ye Dahai. When he heard about the existence of celestials, he seemed to be relieved.
When Ye Yan told him about celestial cultivation, he had been worried. After all, there were all kinds of things in the mountain. If his son was bewitched by some mountain spirit or wild monster, the situation would've been difficult.
Now that there was all this talk about celestials, Ye Yan's safety should be guaranteed. Ye Dayang and his wife looked at the notice, then at Ye Yan, and couldn't help but sign in their hearts that the boy was lucky.
After the official finished his story, he dispersed the crowd and went back to the office to report his work. The crowd gradually dispersed, and Ye Yan and the others continued their journey back to the village. On the way, Ye Yan had his head lowered, his mind filled with the words of the official.
From the overall situation, the official didn't know much about the celestial sect. Everything he knew was from his grandfather. Rather, Ye Yan even felt that the official himself probably doubted the existence of celestials.
The questions he answered all had answers that were well-known to the public, so they were not worth asking. Ye Yan noticed that there was a question that neither the audience nor the official had thought of. That was: after joining the celestial sect, could one still return home to visit one's family?
In Ye Yan's impression, the big sects in mythical cultivation novels would ask the disciples to cut off their connections with the mortal world, which meant that if one joined a celestial sect, one would only have a master and other sect members, no family.
The notice stated that the recruitment of disciples was held once every thirty years. Between such a long interval, if the previous generation of disciples could return to their homes, people couldn't possibly have never heard of such a matter.
No matter where it was, as long as a disciple returned, it would cause a stir in the village. After all, celestial sects were rare and precious. With such big news, the public's discussion would not die down even after half a year.
Therefore, according to the current situation, not only was there no news from the previous batch of disciples at all for 30 years, but even the officials could only rely on inquiry. There must be a problem. Ye Yan felt that the sect called Upper Three Heavens most likely had the requirement for their disciples to leave the secular world entirely and let go of the past. The disciples who entered the sect could no longer enter the secular world.
If that were the case, the parents' plans would be for naught. Even if their children were chosen, all contact with them would be cut off. They would not be able to see each other again until the end of their lives. Glory and the like would have nothing to do with them.
What a huge loss. However, Ye Yan saw through all of it but buried it in his heart. What others thought didn't matter to him. If they wanted to go, they could go. Either way, he was very comfortable in his God-slaying Sect. He could clock in every day and go home to cook at night. Wasn't it much better than being entirely cut off from the secular world?
Ye Yan didn't say much, following Ye Dahai closely with his head down. Ye Dayang and his wife were walking at the front, their faces full of joy. Today's business was very successful, and they were both overjoyed.
Ye Dayang's mind was still replaying the day's transactions. If his father were to see such a bountiful harvest when he got home, he wondered how happy the old master would be!
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Thinking about that big bag of money, he had never seen so much money in his life! Wat! Money bag? Suddenly, Ye Dayang quivered and quickly turned to look at Ye Dahai. However, when he saw that his brother's hands were empty, he panicked!
"Dahai, where's the money bag from the business?!" Ye Dayang's eyes were filled with intense fear, and he began to stammer as he asked in a trembling voice.
Ms. Chen noticed her husband's abnormal behavior and also turned her head in confusion. She also found that the money bag was missing, and her face turned pale with fright, her body trembling, "Yes, brother-in-law, did you lose the money bag?"
Before they left the city, they had felt that Ye Dahai was acting strange and felt as if something was missing. However, they couldn't figure it out no matter how much they thought about it. It was only now that they realized what was amiss.
Seeing their anxious looks, Ye Yan and Ye Dahai looked at each other and smiled. The former said, "Uncle, Auntie, don't panic. The money bag is not lost. It has just been put somewhere else."
After saying that, he took out a cloth bag. Ye Dayang was stunned when he saw his nephew take out a cloth bag the size of a palm. He thought that the boy was just comforting him, but when he thought that Ye Yan was a celestial cultivator, he suddenly realized that there must be a reason behind the latter's actions, and his heart was immediately put at ease. Ye Yan touched the opening of the bag and took out the money bag in the next second.
"Swish!" Ye Yan put the money bag on the trailer which made a dull sound. Ye Dayang was still worried. After opening the money bag and seeing it filled to the brim with copper coins, he heaved a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the bag in Ye Yan's hand, "Xiao Yan, what's that broken cloth bag in your hand? To think it can fit such a big money bag! Could it be that the old celestial gave it to you?"
"No, no," Ye Yan shook his head, raising the cloth bag, "This is just a small object I made myself. It's used to store things. At best, it's something for poor little cultivators like us who have just started cultivating. It can probably store things about half the size of our bodies."
After that, he walked up and stuffed the money bag into the cloth bag very smoothly. This move shocked his uncle and aunt again.
"Not bad, Xiao Yan!" Ye Dayang's eyes were straight, "With your skills, the Upper Three Heavens will definitely take a liking to you during the preliminary selection in ten days."
Upper Three Heavens? Ye Yan was stunned, he didn't expect his uncle to think he would sign up for the celestial sect. He said bashfully, "Um, uncle, are you mistaken? I'm not thinking of signing up for the celestial sect."
This time, it was Ye Dayang's turn to be surprised. He had thought that his nephew would have an advantage in the pre-selection since he had some foundation, so he would definitely sign up. Who would've thought that Ye Yan didn't even think about going to the celestial sect at all? To be honest, even Ye Dayang was tempted at that time and wanted to send Ye Wu to register when he returned.
"Uncle, have you forgotten? I've said before that I've established a sect on the northern mountain of our village. I'm the sect master of the sect! Being the boss is better than being someone else's disciple!"
Ye Dayang was taken aback by his nephew's words, but he still nodded. Since his little nephew was willing to do so, he would let him be.
Although he felt that the kid was not very reliable usually, the latter was actually very steady in doing things. Since Ye Yan thought it was right, then it was probably not a problem. Ye Dahai walked in front and listened to his brother and son's conversation. He didn't say anything, but his thoughts were very active.