You Can Take It All

Seeing his conflicted expression, Shen Jingchuan suddenly had an idea and said, "Uncle Xu, I've had a bit of inspiration lately, and I've remembered a little poem I'd like to give you."

Xu Jingting had long heard of Shen Jingchuan's talent from his son. Later, when Xu Mo recited Shen Jingchuan's poems one by one from memory, Xu Jingting was amazed and exclaimed that he was a genius.

Later, Shen Jingchuan's poems spread throughout the entire Great Qian Kingdom and even to many neighboring countries, causing the price of paper to rise considerably.

This renowned genius, known throughout the Great Qian as the Poetry Immortal," was now offering him a poem in person. He was overwhelmed with gratitude and quickly began grinding ink, saying, "Please, please, please."

Shen Jingchuan did not refuse, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the poem in one go.

I built my hut in the midst of human habitation, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses.

How can you be like this? When the heart is far away, the place naturally becomes secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums by the Eastern Hedge fence, I leisurely gaze at the Southern Mountains.

The mountain air is beautiful at sunset, and birds fly back to their nests together.

The True Intention lies within, but I have forgotten the words to express it.

Xu Jingting leaned to the side, and Xu Mo stood behind him; the two of them watched the whole thing while holding their breath.

The study was quiet for a while. Xu Jingting stared at the line "Leisurely I see the Southern Mountains " and found it increasingly wonderful. The words exuded a sense of leisure and tranquility. He closed his eyes and seemed to see the days of picking chrysanthemums by the Eastern Hedge and the distant mountains shrouded in green.

After a long pause, he opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and said, "So be it. I've devoted half my life to this country, only to find it all wasted, and I've even been framed and dismissed from office."

"Very well, I'll go and enjoy a few years of peaceful bliss in the Southern Mountains."

He looked at Shen Jingchuan, then hesitated, and said, "Nephew, although my family is small, there are still seven or eight of us. The imperial court is probably still watching me. It won't be easy for us to leave the city like this."

Shen Jingchuan smiled faintly and said, "It's alright, Uncle. Have you forgotten my identity? This is nothing more than a minor Law Technique for me."

Xu Jingting suddenly remembered that the person before him was not only the world-renowned Poetry Immortal, but also a highly Divine Ability master. He quickly stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Oh dear, how could I have been so forgetful? I'm so sorry."

"I'll have to trouble you along the way, Immortal Master."

Shen Jingchuan quickly helped him up, saying, "Uncle, if you're so formal, it'll be difficult for us to get along in the future. Please just call me your nephew, or simply call me by my name."

Xu Jingting chuckled and said, "Alright, then I'll presume to ask. Tell me, what should we do now?"

Shen Jingchuan said, "Just pack up everything you want to take from home."

Xu Jingting said, "Okay, I'll pack the important things and leave the rest."

Shen Jingchuan laughed, "It's alright, bring whatever you want, I can fit it all. Even if you gave me a mountain, I could move it for you."

Xu Jingting and his son exchanged bewildered glances. Xu Mo clicked his tongue and said, "I underestimated Brother Shen's Law Power."

Shen Jingchuan said, "Here's what we'll do: I'll come back tonight. You can pack slowly. Put everything you can take in the yard. Pack up anything delicate and fragile inside, and I'll take it all with me. As for the things that aren't fragile, just stack them up; it won't get in the way."

Xu Mo suddenly leaned closer, a little embarrassed, and asked, "Um, can you even take my bedding? I'm really particular about which bed I sleep in."

Shen Jingchuan patted his shoulder, laughed heartily, and said, "Okay, no problem, you can even bring the toilet, it's fine."

One sentence made all three of them laugh, and the heavy sorrow of parting they had felt earlier dissipated considerably.

Shen Jingchuan stood up to take his leave, saying, "You all pack first. I'm going to my master's place. I'll come back at 10 PM. Take whatever you want, including the horses. As long as they're piled up in the yard, I can take them all."

After saying that, he lightly leaped over the courtyard wall and landed in the alley outside.

His act of avoiding attention wasn't out of fear of anyone. In this Imperial City, he could walk around freely without any problem, and even if the royal family's Foundation Establishment Ancestor came in person, he wouldn't be afraid.

However, the group I'm taking this time consists of a bunch of ordinary people with no cultivation whatsoever. The less trouble I cause, the better.

He wandered through several alleys, the two houses being not far apart, and soon returned to the Yan Residence. He still didn't go through the main gate, but instead gathered his strength and jumped over the wall to enter.

The moment his foot touched the ground, Yan Shuyao noticed him. She scanned him with her Divine Sense and knew it was him. She immediately pushed open the door and came out.

Yan Shuyao, with a stern face and affected tone, said, "I thought you were some petty thief, climbing over the wall and breaking into a house in broad daylight. What are you up to steal?"

Shen Jingchuan raised his hand, pointed to her heart, and smiled, "Does your heart count?"

Yan Shuyao's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been gently bumped. She turned and walked into the house, her voice barely audible. "That... it's been stolen, it's gone."

Shen Jingchuan took two steps forward and laughed, "Oh? Who's so bold?"

Yan Shuyao turned around and glared at him, then pursed her lips and ignored him.

At this moment, Yan Wenbin also returned. He had heard that the whole family was moving away, and he was talking to his father in the living room, saying that he didn't want to leave.

Shen Jingchuan walked over and said directly, "If you don't want to leave, that's fine too. We'll all leave, leaving you here alone. When the Rebel Army attacks, swords have no eyes. Do you have the ability to protect yourself?"

Yan Wenbin said, "I've heard that the Rebel Army only raids the homes of corrupt officials and the wealthy and heartless. Our Yan Residence is a scholarly family; we don't have much wealth, land, or have offended anyone. Besides, don't we have your reputation, Junior Brother?"

Shen Jingchuan said calmly, "What I fear has never been the Rebel Army."

Yan Wenbin was taken aback, then realized what he meant and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, move them. Those government Government Army are mostly bad news."

Yan Wenbin suddenly seemed to remember something, leaned closer, and asked, "Junior brother, did the place you took us to have...?"

He had intended to ask if there were any brothels, but feeling too embarrassed in front of his junior sister, he changed his question, asking instead, "Are there any restaurants?"

Shen Jingchuan, unsuspecting, laughed and said, "There aren't any restaurants there, but my family's chef's skills are just as good, if not better, than any restaurant's."

"Didn't Shuyao tell you that I own Returning Geese Tower? All the chefs there were trained by me."

Yan Wenbin thought to himself, "That's not bad, but is that what I asked about?"

He had no words to express his suffering, so he could only force a couple of laughs and say, "That's good, that's good."

The entire Yan Residence was abuzz with activity, everyone moving in and out, shifting things around, a chaotic scene of activity.

Yan Shuyao paused for a moment before turning around and asking, "Junior Brother, I've packed all my valuables. Do you still want to take these furniture and such?"

Shen Jingchuan said, "Anything you want to take, you can take. Just pile it all up in the yard."

Yan Shuyao blinked and said, "Your Ring, is it that big?"

"Yes, the entire mansion can fit. Even if you demolish the house, I can take it all with me."

Yan Wenbin, standing to the side, gaped in astonishment, secretly marveling at how different levels even immortal masters were, and how much more capable his junior brother was than his sister.

At 8 PM, after the family had finished eating, the courtyard was already piled high with furniture, bedding, calligraphy, and paintings.

When Yan Chongli heard that he could take all his books with him, he was overjoyed.

He casually piled up other items without paying attention, but he personally led people to pack the books into boxes, stacking them neatly one by one.