2. Banish me to the outside?

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This is our jargon, cigarettes are referred to as 'grass rolls'.

There are many other specific terms outsiders use, but we're not that fussy. Sometimes under special circumstances, when preparations are not thorough, the Immortal Family won't hold it against us.

Besides the names for cigarettes...

Alcohol is called 'har-la gas', roasted chicken goes by 'little phoenix,' and chicken eggs are 'phoenix eggs.'

Steamed buns are called 'snowflakes fluttering', and incense burners are referred to as 'little treasure cauldrons.'

The terms may vary, but you don't need to spell them out in detail; most can understand with ease.

As for those that are extremely obscure and difficult to comprehend, the Immortal Family usually won't give Di Ma a hard time.

Huang Shufen, occupying her grandmother's body, took a few hard puffs of her cigarette and relaxed. After yawning twice, she slowly said:

"I've just come from the Sect Leader's place. We already know about everything that's happened here. The Sect Leader is busy with other matters, so he sent me over. We've all known each other for years, there's no need to be all hot and bothered and make a spectacle."

"Normally, a mix-up like this wouldn't happen, and considering you've helped our family produce quite a few descendants, I shouldn't punish you. However, my nephew is truly exceptional among the younger generation, so we can't just let this slide either."

The person in the mist seemed to be discussing something, speaking so softly I couldn't make out the words. I had no choice but to kneel and accept my fate, yet I knew they wouldn't really do anything to me.

The descendants of the Huang Family who come to me for delineations are not less than eighty if not a hundred each year.

Over the past decade or so, the number has amassed significantly.

Given this debt of gratitude, the Huang Family cannot lay a hand on me, but I do owe them for that lump...

If I were Yellow Skin, I'd be seething with rage; having cultivated for so many years only to fail becoming an immortal and instead turn into this ghostly state...

After discussing for a while, Huang Shufen cleared her throat and said:

"Sect Leader Tianhua pleaded for a good while before they agreed above. The directive from our ancestor spirits is for you to leave this place and go into external cultivation. You must not return home nor contact your grandmother via phone or messages for two years. Take Master Huang along; if you accumulate merits, it might benefit him and give him a chance to revert back. Here are three silk pouches. Our ancestors have instructed you to open them after we leave."

"Yes, disciple obeys."

Huang Shufen seemed pleased with my straightforward response, and while some people in the mist sighed and others were angry, none said anything.

Huang Shufen glanced at Master Huang, who was sobbing beside her, and said:

"The ancestor spirits said this might be your good fortune. You will stay by the Bai Family's girl's side. Originally, it was planned for you to enter her family register, but now you'll cultivate together."

Yellow Skin, in the shape of a 'pastry,' seeing his own aunt arriving, dared not refer to himself arrogantly, and instead, sniffling respectfully, said:

"Auntie, look at me, how can I follow her like this... I'm a lump now. Should she keep me in a box or a bag... I'll attract too many flies... Why don't you take me back and bury me? If I could be used as fertilizer for the fields... I'd still be making a contribution to the Huang Family! Wooooo..."

After breaking into tears again, Huang Shufen waved her hand, and with a "poof," Yellow Skin turned into a small black sphere.

"Cut the chatter, what's the sight of a grown man blubbering like this? Your current state as a lump can't be changed, so I've transformed you into rabbit droppings—hard, small, and odorless, easy to carry. Alright, see you in two years, and remember, you must not return home within these two years, or your life will be at risk."

After the Immortal Family said a few more words to soothe Master Huang, they left. Grandmother's eyes regained their normal color. Since they hadn't bound her death acupoint, she had heard everything and sighed looking at the three silk pouches in her hands...

"The child is so young, yet has to travel far away. If only she could wait a bit longer..."

Knowing I'd caused trouble and not daring to say a word, I took the silk pouches and opened the first one.

A clump of pale yellow mist suddenly appeared; this is the unique way Yellow Skin communicates. It's not that they can't write; many supernatural beings who have cultivated among humans can write a little.

But those highly placed ancestral spirits generally use this method to communicate.

"Girl. Go to Weining City. There lies your future."

The voice was unfamiliar, old and sonorous.

Upon hearing the voice, Grandmother was first startled, then her expression turned serious, showing profound respect for the voice.

I was a bit confused. This was no small matter, but it wasn't something that warranted the intervention of the ancestor spirits...

In the past, when restless spirits roamed the village and harmed several of the Immortal Family, even then the ancestor spirits weren't disturbed.

My grandmother is a genuine Di Ma, and some Di Ma, to make their sect look good, list the names of many high-ranking ancestor level supernatural beings on their roster.

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In fact, those from the Immortal Family would never come.

Outsiders who don't know better might think the sect is quite formidable.

My grandmother was a no-nonsense Master, straightforward about who everyone was. The sect might not have the renowned figures known to outsiders, yet each member had a harmonious and close relationship with Granny, dedicating themselves wholeheartedly to their tasks.

Grandma once said that each person has a different fate, and the Immortals they encounter differ as well.

The sect isn't about how many Immortals it has, but about harmony and trust,

Grandma's Sect Leader was an Immortal named Huang Tianhua, who was forthright, just, and composed—never rash. The sect has been orderly under her management for decades, without a single disorder.

"Grandma, this letter is telling me to go to Weining City, but what about my university?"

"You can only defer for now..."

I nodded. Before heading to Weining City, I would indeed have to arrange for a deferment. If I were to miss school for two years without a cause, I might not be able to attend the university I worked so hard to get into.

I reached out and opened the second Silk Pouch, and a force instantly shot into my forehead, causing my head to start pounding as if a big hammer was smashing down on the Crown of the Head.

80! 80! 80!

Grandma was startled and placed her hand on my head...

"Relax, your ancestors are opening your spiritual awareness now. It seems they want you to officially take action... I didn't expect that, in the end, we couldn't avoid it... I was hoping it would be a few more years..."

My head ached and felt heavy. My body alternated between cold and hot flashes; it felt like my meridians were continuously expanding and contracting, leaving me gasping for air.

The sensation was strange...

As if my skin was being kneaded into a sphere then flattened.

I don't know how much time passed before the pain subsided, and my body gave off a foul smell. Upon opening my eyes, I saw a lot of dark brown filth on my body.

Grandma's expression was mostly one of distress. Naturally, I knew the trials that a Master must face. Granny had been reluctant to let me suffer, so she wanted to pass on her role to me in the most comfortable way possible.

There are many ways to become a Master; some people may never achieve spiritual awareness in their lifetime, never forming a connection with the Immortals.

Some must go through the obstacles and tribulations set by the Immortals before they can awaken.

Another way is when the older generation of Masters can no longer manage the sect, and the younger generation takes over.

My case is yet another type, the most tumultuous one... undergoing trials.

Normally, each Immortal is matched with a Master, like one radish to one hole.

Now, without the presence of an Immortal, I was still forcibly awakened.

It's like a land full of holes, waiting for the radish.

Normally, awakening is divided into literary and martial, and if I were to take over from Grandma, it would generally be done gently without any pain...

But now it's different, undergoing trials, and I must set off tomorrow...

There's no time, so I had to be forcibly awakened, enduring pain that was difficult to bear. It took me a while to sit up straight...

Grandma's eyes were red with heartache; she couldn't bear to say anything that might upset the Immortals...

So she could only sigh...

"That's the blockage in your body. Go take a bath later. You are now officially a Master, and next, we'll put together a sect for you..."

After Grandma finished speaking, I understood why they had discussed for so long in the thick fog.

Because once I became a Master, I would no longer be able to plead for Yellow Skin's enshrinement.

It was a big deal.

No matter how you look at it, the Huang Family's side was at a loss.