Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World - Chapter 16013

Chapter 16011. Attention.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye. One day, Yang Qingyu was cultivating in his room when suddenly a brilliant golden light emanated from his body, raising the temperature of the entire room by tens of degrees. All the moisture in the room evaporated instantly. Then, a carriage suddenly appeared in the room. The carriage wasn’t very large; two horses pulled it from the front, and a small cart followed behind. A chair was placed in the cart, and Yang Qingyu sat on it. The carriage was low and open, allowing everyone to clearly see inside—a hallmark of a master of the Imperial Carriage level.

At this moment, Yang Qingyu, who had been sitting there with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. He glanced at the carriage, then at the two horses in front. These two horses weren’t real horses; they were entirely golden, with long, sharp horns on their heads, and golden flames seemed to burn on their hooves, making them look extremely majestic.

A smile appeared on Yang Qingyu’s face. Although his carriage looked as enormous as others’ imperial palanquins, he knew that the style of the palanquin wasn’t something they could decide; it was fixed the moment they mastered it. Therefore, he had no say in the style. Although his palanquin’s style was rather unusual, he had, in any case, mastered the Imperial Palanquin realm. The

next moment, Yang Qingyu’s thoughts stirred, and the palanquin vanished. After it disappeared, Yang Qingyu let out a long sigh. He then walked out of his room and into the courtyard. He glanced around, then moved swiftly, flying towards the Inner Sect Disciple Management Office.

Soon, Yang Qingyu arrived at the Inner Sect Disciple Management Office. Once there, he went straight to the second floor and found the person in charge of registering disciple strength, instructing them to register his achievement of the Imperial Palanquin level.

The disciples were initially skeptical, but once Yang Qingyu released the imperial carriage, they immediately believed him and registered him. This matter also alarmed the elder in charge of the inner sect disciples’ management office, who instructed Yang Qingyu to come to him after completing the registration. Yang

Qingyu quickly arrived outside the elder’s room and gently knocked on the door. A voice from inside said, “Come in.” Yang Qingyu went in. After entering the room, he bowed

to the elder and said, “Greetings, Elder.”

The elder glanced at Yang Qingyu and then said, “A member of the Yang family?”

Yang Qingyu was taken aback, then nodded and said, “Yes, Elder.”

The elder nodded and said, “Come and sit down.” Yang Qingyu responded and went over to sit down opposite the elder.

The elder possessed the strength of a royal palace-level expert. He glanced at Yang Qingyu and then said, “You belong to the Qing generation; you should call me clan uncle.”

Yang Qingyu was taken aback, but he immediately understood. This person was also a member of the Yang family. He immediately stood up and bowed to the elder, saying, “Greetings, clan uncle.”

The elder nodded and said, “Good, not bad. I am Yang Yonglie, of the same generation as your father. You are quite remarkable. In less than a year, you have already reached the Imperial Carriage level. Tell me, how did you cultivate?”

Yang Qingyu was stunned, then shook his head and said, “Replying to the elder, this disciple does not know. A few months ago, Brother Yang Dingtian went to the outer sect to give a lecture…” “After Brother Dingtian’s sermon, my cultivation speed began to increase, and it kept increasing. I don’t know why.”

Yang Qingyu didn’t tell Yang Yonglie about the God of Jealousy. It was his secret, and he couldn’t tell anyone. If he told others, wouldn’t they surpass him? Especially Yang Dingtian. If Yang Dingtian really learned this method, given the level of jealousy others felt towards him, it wouldn’t be long before Yang Dingtian reached the Kingdom level, and he would have no chance of ever rising again. So, of course, he couldn’t tell Yang Yonglie about the God of Jealousy.

The reason Yang Yonglie immediately recognized Yang Qingyu as his junior was because of the Yang family’s genealogy. Yang Yonglie and Yang Yonggang belonged to the “Yong” generation, while Yang Qingyu belonged to the “Qingding” generation. Yang Dingtian was actually of the same generation as Yang Qingyu. His original name was not Yang Dingtian, but Yang Qingtian. However, because his cultivation speed was too fast and he was recognized as the number one genius in the Yang family, the family changed his name to Yang Dingtian, feeling that it would sound more imposing.

After hearing Yang Qingyu’s words, Yang Yonglie was taken aback, then frowned and asked, “You listened to Dingtian’s lecture, and then your cultivation speed increased?”

Yang Qingyu nodded. Yang Yonglie thought for a moment, then pulled her aside and said, “Your situation is rather special. You are now a Royal Carriage level cultivator. The sect will increase your monthly allowance and make better arrangements for your safety. However, you must cooperate with the family and have them send someone to observe your cultivation for a period of time to see how you cultivate and what’s special about it. What do you say?”

Yang Qingyu immediately replied, “Yes, serving the family has always been my wish.”

Yang Yonglie nodded and said, “That’s good. Take this back to the family, then go to the Imperial Clan Court and give this to the people there. They will know what to do.” As he spoke, he handed Yang Qingyu a jade slip.

Yang Qingyu acknowledged the jade slip, accepted it, bowed to Yang Yonglie, and then left Yang Yonglie’s room.

Once outside, Yang Qingyu’s expression darkened, but he remained silent. He knew perfectly well that he had to cooperate with the family; otherwise, not only he but his family would be implicated. Yang Qingyu

left the Inner Sect Management Office and flew directly towards the Yang family’s small town. He entered the town, which housed many government offices, the most famous being the Yang family’s Zongzheng Temple, the place specifically for handling family affairs.

Yang Qingyu arrived at the gate of the Imperial Clan Court and went straight inside. The Imperial Clan Court was a large courtyard, and upon entering, he could see people coming and going. Yang Qingyu glanced around; he had never been here before and didn’t know where to look for anyone, so he decided to first observe the courtyard. Soon, he saw a room with a sign next to the door that read “Foreign Affairs Office.”

Yang Qingyu went directly there, pushed open the door, and entered. Two men in their forties were sitting in the room. They were startled to see Yang Qingyu, and one of them asked, “What is it?”

Yang Qingyu clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, “I, Yang Qingyu, am here on the orders of Elder Yang Yonglie, the Inner Sect’s Head Elder, to deliver this to the Imperial Clan Court.” With that, Yang Qingyu took out the jade slip given to him by Yang Yonglie and handed it over with both hands.

Upon hearing Yang Qingyu’s words, both men were taken aback. One of them immediately took the jade slip and probed it with his spiritual power, while Yang Qingyu stood there waiting. He didn’t know what was inside the jade slip, because if he read it first, the two people in the room might discover it. It’s like an envelope that has been opened; even if you reseal it, anyone with a discerning eye can see the signs of it being opened. The same applies to jade slips. If someone reads the contents first, the jade slip will record it, and anyone who checks the contents can immediately tell that the contents have been read. Therefore, Yang Qingyu did not read the contents of the jade slip.

After reading the contents of the jade slip, the steward of the Yang family looked at Yang Qingyu with some surprise and asked, “You went from not even reaching the Power Level to the Imperial Carriage Level in just one to one year? So fast? How did you cultivate?”

Yang Qingyu shook his head and said, “I don’t know either.”

The steward handed the jade slip to the person next to him, then stood up and said, “Then come with me.” Yang Qingyu responded and followed the person out of the room. They then walked towards the backyard, where there were relatively fewer people, but it was divided into several small courtyards. Soon they arrived at a small courtyard, and the steward pushed open the door and went inside. This courtyard was not very large, with only a dozen or so rooms. A cultivator around fifty years old was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, drinking tea, looking very relaxed.

Upon hearing the door open, the man looked up towards the courtyard gate. He paused for a moment upon seeing the two people who entered, then asked, “Yongyan, what’s the matter?”

Yang Yongyan, the steward who had brought Yang Qingyu here, bowed to the old man and said, “Uncle, Yonglie asked me to bring him here. This is Yang Qingyu. In less than a year, he has cultivated from below the Shi level to the Yulan level, so Yonglie wanted us to see how he cultivated.”

The old man was taken aback by Yang Yongyan’s words, then immediately asked, “Is that so?” He turned to look at Yang Qingyu and said, “You really cultivated from below the Shi level to the Yulan level in less than a year?”

Yang Qingyu quickly nodded and said, “Yes, Clan Master.” This man was a generation older than Yang Yongyan, so naturally he should address him as Clan Master.

The old man became even more interested and asked, “How do you cultivate?”

Yang Qingyu replied, “I cultivate normally. A few months ago, Brother Dingtian gave a lecture at the outer sect. Since then, my cultivation speed has been getting faster and faster. I don’t know why.”

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded and said, “Alright, then you can stay here for now. Set up one of those rooms yourself, and then you just need to cultivate normally every day. Don’t worry about me.”

Yang Qingyu responded and then randomly found a room in the courtyard. He pushed open the door and went in. The room was very well-organized. The room was divided into three small rooms: a living room, a bedroom, and a meditation room. It looked no different from the other rooms, and all the necessary items were provided. He didn’t need to do anything; he just needed to go in and cultivate. Yang Qingyu was quite satisfied with the room. He tidied up the room briefly and then went directly to the meditation room to begin practicing his swordsmanship.