Beneath the jujube tree in the Yang Family courtyard, Yang Huai sat alone. His chest rose and fell as the qi and blood throughout his body circulated through the Greater Circulatory Cycle, flowing with incomparable ease.
A small ceramic bowl sat on the stone table beside him. Its surface was plain and smooth, nothing particularly attractive, yet it was filled with rich chicken soup that gave off a fragrant aroma. The distinctive scent of Chinese medicinal herbs wafted from it, utterly enticing.
Thanks to Yang Huai's improved carpentry skills, the Yang Family's life had greatly improved as well.
Out in the distant fields, Yang Dayuan and Mother Yang could still be seen busily loosening the soil, while the three younger children helped at their side.
Ever since Yang Huai's carpentry had surpassed his master's, he had gained certain small privileges at home.
After his qi and blood completed a Greater Circulatory Cycle and he harvested a dose of great medicine to settle within himself, Yang Huai casually picked up the small bowl and gulped down the chicken soup in several mouthfuls, his face full of satisfaction.
Seeing this, Yuan Xiuxiu stepped forward to take the bowl from him. She also drew up a bucket of well water and washed it along the way.
The old donkey in the donkey shed nearly had its eyes pop out at the sight.
To be honest, the old donkey still could not quite believe its eyes. Yuan Xiuxiu, who had always remained untouched by worldly dust and whose transcendent grace had made her famous throughout the Nine Heavens Orthodox Path, actually had a moment of falling into mortal life like this.
If Yuan Xiuxiu's former fellow disciples, or even her old admirers, saw this scene, their jaws would surely drop.
After finishing everything, Yuan