The second gift Feng Jun had prepared was two Storage Talismans, the kind ordinary people could use.
He had bought ten ordinary-person versions of the Storage Talisman on the Phone Plane but had never given any away. The first two went to his parents.
Well, he had taken out one extra for the two elders to practice with—after all, there would be plenty of chances to practice when giving them away in the future.
Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi had their understanding overturned once again. After each of them tried it once, they looked at each other, neither knowing what to say.
After a long while, Feng Wenhui nodded at his wife. "The two of us... really are a match made in heaven."
"Go, go, go. That's our son's ability," Zhang Junyi said, bickering with her husband as she immediately returned to normal. "Besides, the flesh that fell from my belly—what does that have to do with you?"
Feng Wenhui rolled his eyes. "Without me, could you have given birth to him by yourself?"
Zhang Junyi ignored him and looked at her son with a smile. "Um, Xiao Jun, if the two of us cultivate, do we also need a bamboo grove like yours?"
Mom really knew how to get to the heart of the matter! Feng Jun silently gave her a thumbs-up, then answered seriously, "We'll need one eventually. For now, you don't have much need for it in your cultivation. By the time you do, the mountain land should already be renovated."
Martial cultivators did need spiritual energy to cultivate, but the difference was not that great, especially with sufficient heavenly treasures to assist them. By the time the two of them began cultivating immortal techniques, two or three years would be enough to sort out the contracted