Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1311: 849: Twin Disciples (Part 2)

Capítulo 1311: Chapter 849: Twin Disciples (Part 2)

To Yang Zhenshan's surprise, the girls had already gone through so many books, though on second thought, it was understandable. The Li clan upheld a rich legacy of learning, with children diving into studies from a tender age.

Still, the Confucian texts taught by the Li family offered little aid in cultivation paths.

“Hmm, since you can already read, you won’t need as many books!” Yang Zhenshan remarked with a grin.

Within the Spirit Source Land, basic reading primers existed much like the ones the young girl described, mainly for helping kids learn characters.

After mastering reading, the Spirit Source Land shifted focus to cultivation essentials: meridians, acupoints, body anatomy, technique flows, and everyday cultivation knowledge.

By middle school years, students delved into foundational Rune Secret Skills, Spirit Plant identification, Mutant Beast handling, Alchemy basics, and Artifact Refining principles.

Upon turning fifteen and starting Martial Arts cultivation, they picked from various Martial Arts options.

The Spirit Source Land's education system had now solidified, spreading widely, with textbooks refined through multiple updates.

These two girls, blessed with spiritual apertures, followed the standard Martial Artist curriculum, differing only in their cultivation approaches.

Naturally, they skipped formal school; up on Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau, dedicated instructors like Red Cloud and Qingxia oversaw their learning.

After some conversation with the young duo, Yang Zhenshan at last told the twin disciples apart.

The chatty one was the elder sister, Li Janning, while the reserved one was the younger sister, Li Jian’an.

Identical in looks, the pair showed stark personality contrasts. Li Janning brimmed with energy, endlessly curious as if harboring a thousand queries. Li Jian’an stayed mostly silent, lingering by her sister's side without voicing a word, content with Li Janning handling all the questions.

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In the Da’an Dynasty, Fuhai's Li family stood as a renowned powerhouse, yet Li Janning and Li Jian’an’s grandfather, Li Changcun, was merely a son from a concubine who split from the main branch decades back.

Li Changcun fathered just one son, Li Zhenghua, dad to Li Janning and Li Jian’an. The girls also had three elder brothers, plus two sisters-in-law and a nephew, forming a household of twelve.

At Ferry Town's dock, a black-roofed boat rested, and Li Changcun stepped off with his big family.

“Changcun, here we are!” Yang Chengyi leaped from the vessel too, eyeing the charming small town with a smile.

This Ferry Town lay merely thirty li from Longevity City, allowing direct boat trips there or straight to the Clan Hall.

Though the Spirit Source Land housed only tens of thousands, riverside villages and towns extended over a hundred li south of Longevity City, the remotest one in territory freshly claimed during Yang Zhenshan’s Foundation Establishment days.

Towns like Ferry Town rarely welcomed newcomers, as long-term locals owned all homes and fields.

Fortune favored the Li family, though—recently, Ferry Town saw openings for houses and land, including a prime courtyard.

Yang Chengyi guided the Li clan to a double-entry courtyard in town.

“This is your new home, plus those two little courtyards over yonder!” Yang Chengyi gestured to a small yard kitty-corner.

Spirit Source Land's strict family division rules kept courtyards modest; the grandest, three-entry ones, went to Clan Council elders.

With twelve members, the Li family split per regulations once men formed households, so Yang Chengyi secured three courtyards.

This double-entry yard ranked among Ferry Town's finest.

The Li family stepped inside, glanced around, and showed little emotion.

The smaller yard was neatly set up: three main rooms, four wings, four front inverted rooms, a stable, woodshed, kitchen, and more. Six fruit trees dotted the space, bursting with summer greenery.

“What do you think? If anything’s off, just say, and I’ll get it fixed up!” Yang Chengyi offered cheerfully.

Li Changcun responded courteously, “Master Yang jests; we’re delighted with this place.”

“Excellent. Soon, government officials will hand out two mu of land per person, plus livestock, tools, seeds. Hit any snags, head to the office for aid! No worries—officials here won’t dare mistreat you!”

“Approach them freely for whatever you need!”

Yang Chengyi added.

“Got it, old man here understands. Any trouble, I’ll seek the officials’ help!” Li Changcun assured.

Yang Chengyi eyed the family, figuring they’d settle in, then bid farewell: “Nothing else? I’ll head out. In three days, I’ll return for Janning and Jian’an to the Clan Hall; they’ll get two attendants each.”

Thus, he departed, leaving the Li family.

Once gone, family members exchanged looks.

“Dad, ain’t this too basic!” Li Zhenghua griped, eyeing the tight courtyard unhappily.

Though split from the main Li house, they hailed from elite nobility, accustomed to luxury.

Now?

Crammed in a tiny yard, no servants, forced to farm.

“See? No help around— we gotta cook ourselves?”

“And farming, Dad? I’m a scholar at least; can’t do that!”

“Told you, just send Janning and Jian’an; we’d thrive in Da’an!”

“Court promised at minimum a first-rank Earl title if we stayed!”

“Dad, why drag us all? What’s so great here!”

Li Zhenghua vented nonstop.

He had a point—they were plain folk here. Even perks from the girls’ disciple status brought no extras.

Staying in Da’an Dynasty meant court honors: titles, riches, maybe homes and posts.

As the proverb says, one gains the Dao, and even pets ascend. With Yang Zhenshan taking Li Janning and Li Jian’an as disciples, the Li family would soar to nobility there.

“Enough!” Li Changcun shot Li Zhenghua a fierce look. “Watch your tongue—no loose talk outside!”

“Dad!”

Li Zhenghua tried arguing but quailed under the glare.

Satisfied he’d shut up, Li Changcun turned to his eldest grandson, Li Yunxiao.

He’d lost hope in his lazy, spoiled son. Luckily, the grandkids showed real potential.

“Yunxiao, your thoughts?”

Early-twenties Li Yunxiao appeared steadfast, lacking scholars’ weakness, more like a Martial Artist.

Truth was, Li Yunxiao practiced Martial Arts, albeit weakly—past twenty without innate breakthrough.

“Grandpa, this spot’s perfect!”

“Rumors hold true; beyond Divine Wood Sect lies a true Martial Arts Holy Land, and this is it!”

Li Yunxiao’s eyes sparkled, excitement plain on his face.

In today’s Da’an Dynasty, Liaodong Yang family was forgotten lore. Folks knew only the royal Yangs, blind to the old Liaodong branch or Yang Zhenshan himself.

Green Wood Skill practice and Spiritual Acupoint gathering hid behind Divine Wood Sect disciple drives, all court-managed.