Just the day before I ascended to Immortal Mountain, after a heavy rain, I discovered that mushrooms had grown under the loquat tree, and they surprisingly looked similar to the immortal mushrooms brought from the mountain to the village.

I was overjoyed and collected a basketful, like presenting a treasure, I showed them to my father.

Little did I know, his face changed, and he knocked the basket to the ground and stomped on the mushrooms with his feet.

"Why? Even if you never let me eat the immortal mushrooms since childhood, these were hard to come by! You, you just can't stand to see me happy!"

I became angry and impatient, and I argued with my father.

My father became so angry that he slapped me, and I saw stars.

"You foolish child, don't talk to your father like that. This was all instructed by your mother. Your mother didn't want us to eat so many immortal mushrooms."

Grandpa Liu's voice came from inside the house.

Grandpa Liu always sided with my father, but I didn't believe it. Besides, I had never even seen my mother, so why should I listen to her?

At that time, I didn't know what was happening. I was obsessed with eating that immortal mushroom. Whoever tried to stop me, I would get upset with them.

Fortunately, I didn't have much time to go crazy.

The next day, that gray-robed Taoist indeed arrived at the village entrance and even brought a new bride for Li Ermao next door.

This new bride was truly beautiful, fair-skinned and lovely, like a fairy, no, she was originally a fairy.

In our village, there were usually very few women, and these women were all celestial fairies bestowed upon the villagers by the immortals from the Ninth Heaven. The children they gave birth to were all boys. After a year, the fairies would disappear, supposedly returning to the Immortal Mountain.

Because Li Ermao's father had fed the island-guarding giant turtle, as compensation, the immortals sent Li Ermao a fairy bride.

So it meant that whenever someone in the village fed the giant turtle, something auspicious would happen next.

I stood on three clay bricks and leaned against the wall to see Li Ermao, who was grinning from ear to ear, holding the hand of his new bride. He was full of joy, with no trace of sadness from losing his biological father half a month ago.

The onlookers cheered, "Kiss, kiss!"

Blushing, Li Ermao leaned in and pecked his bride's face, making the bride shyly exclaim and cover her face.

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was exceptionally festive.

The village chief briefly presided over the wedding and sent the newlyweds to the bridal chamber. The remaining people stayed in the courtyard, eating, drinking, guessing codes, and playing drinking games. It was lively, as if Root Uncle had never existed in this courtyard.

Suddenly, a chill ran through my heart, and I couldn't muster any interest in watching the spectacle anymore.