On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Zhengshan gave everyone in the household a red envelope.
There was naturally no need to say much about Yang Mingcheng and the others; Yang Zhengshan had put some thought into preparing their red envelopes.
Yang Zhengshan had the craftsmen in the Official Hall forge a long spear each for Yang Mingcheng, Yang Minghao, Yang Yunxue, Lin Zhan, and Wang Yunqiao. The material used was refined iron Yang Zhengshan had entrusted Second Master Lu to buy.
Each spear cost more than fifty taels of silver to make. Though they could not be called divine weapons or sharp treasures, they were far better than the standard-issue weapons in the army.
Spears like these were nothing much to Yang Mingcheng and Yang Minghao, but to Yang Yunxue, Lin Zhan, and Wang Yunqiao, they were a rare gift.
Though they were young, they had, after all, practiced the spear for several years. What they had used before were all wooden spears, and today they finally had iron spears of their own. The three of them were naturally extremely happy.
"Thank you, Father!"
"Thank you, Master!"
The three of them held their long spears and bowed in thanks.
Yang Zhengshan looked at them and said with a loving smile, "Cultivate well. Do not fail the expectations I have for you."
One daughter, two disciples—these three were the ones Yang Zhengshan was truly nurturing with care.
Although they were not yet martial artists, their potential and talent would far surpass the three Yang Mingcheng brothers.
Every bowl of Spirit Spring Water they drank would become part of their foundation. When they came of age and truly stepped onto the Path of Cultivation, they would surely soar into the sky with a single bound and astonish the