Chapter 1899: Chapter 1897: Understanding the Deeper Meaning Through Hints

"All of these are necessary," Chu Chengfeng said in a deep voice.

Gu Qiaoqiao wanted to ask how to cultivate, but remembering that it might be a secret of the Phoenix Clan, she hesitated. If she asked, would Chu Chengfeng answer or not?

Regardless, it would inevitably put him in a difficult position, so she held her tongue.

However, Chu Chengfeng, with his keen insight, had already guessed what Gu Qiaoqiao wanted to ask and cheerfully said, "Sister-in-law, the cultivation space in the Phoenix Clan doesn’t use a cultivation technique. It’s a kind of inheritance in the clan leader’s bloodline that automatically activates at a certain age."

"So it’s automatically activated. I thought it was cultivated. But do you think this space can be cultivated?"

"It definitely can. In a certain era, many cultivators on this land didn’t have bloodline inheritances, but they had their methods of cultivation and storage spaces. All of these were developed through acquired cultivation."

Gu Qiaoqiao quickly asked, "Then do you know what kind of cultivation techniques there are for this aspect?"

Her own little uncle could be considered someone with space, but his space wasn’t cultivated; it was accidentally obtained, like that painting where many things can be placed. However, to store things, one needs to enter it, not as convenient as Chu Chengfeng.

Chu Chengfeng furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment before accessing his space mentally and searching his father’s collection.

Gu Qiaoqiao could tell from his demeanor that he was undoubtedly using divine sense to enter the space, just like how she communicated with Xiao Bai mentally. It seemed the principle was similar.

After a short while, on Sima Xiaowen’s side, two children were happily playing on the carpet, while Chu Chengfeng suddenly had a book in his hand. He flipped through it and handed it to Gu Qiaoqiao, "This is my father’s old collection. It’s said to be capable of cultivating storage space, but no one has succeeded in cultivating it. Perhaps it depends on the opportunity."

Gu Qiaoqiao took the book, and it had three complicated ancient script characters. Embarrassingly, she only recognized one, which was pronounced "kong" (meaning "empty").

She flipped through it and felt even more embarrassed—she didn’t recognize a single character in it. Gu Qiaoqiao gave Chu Chengfeng a half-smile, "I don’t recognize any of the characters in here. How am I supposed to cultivate?"

Saying this, she intended to return the book to Chu Chengfeng, but he waved his hand, "Sister-in-law, hold on to this book. You can research it with Ah Ze when you have time. Maybe Ah Ze can decipher the characters."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Besides, Uncle Qin studies ancient cultures, and he has profound knowledge in this field."

Gu Qiaoqiao said nothing, just stared at him.

Chu Chengfeng quickly waved his hand, explaining, "Sister-in-law, I don’t recognize these characters either. If I did, why would I be telling you so much nonsense?"

Gu Qiaoqiao raised an eyebrow, "You really don’t recognize them."

Sima Xiaowen, smiling, said, "Qiaoqiao, he’s telling the truth. He really doesn’t recognize them. Let me put it this way, he doesn’t recognize 90% of his father’s collection, which has been left to gather dust in the space."

Chu Chengfeng wasn’t embarrassed or annoyed; instead, he felt whatever his wife said was right. He laughed and quickly ran to his wife’s side, "Xiaowen is correct. Actually, Xiaowen is much more knowledgeable than I am. Back when we were together, she even helped me translate some cultivation techniques..."

Gu Qiaoqiao glanced at Sima Xiaowen again. Sima Xiaowen took one look at the book and quickly waved her hand, saying, "I know this book. I don’t recognize any of the characters in it, except the cover has the word ’kong’."

Gu Qiaoqiao believed her since if Xiaowen truly recognized them, she might have already cultivated successfully. Holding this book felt like looking at a heavenly book; she wondered if Qin Yize could understand it. But now wasn’t the time to look at it.

She handed it back to Chu Chengfeng, "I can’t cultivate now either. Keep this book in your space, and remember to give it to me when I leave."

"Don’t worry, sister-in-law. Where’s Ah Ze?"

"He’s cooking in the kitchen."

"Oh, then I’ll go help him..." Saying this, Chu Chengfeng quickly headed to the kitchen in the side room.

Gu Qiaoqiao sat next to Sima Xiaowen, who held a silver bell with twisted wire craftsmanship, consisting of nine silver chains. Underneath were uneven hanging small bells, producing a lovely sound when shaken, which she was using to entertain Xiao Bei.

Xiao Bei was also curious, his chubby fingers fiddling with the small bells, creating clear and pleasant sounds.

Meanwhile, Xiao Bao was exceptionally quiet, his little brows furrowed, lips pouting, kneeling on the sofa, and leaning on the window sill looking outside.

His eyes, like black grapes, were particularly serious.

Gu Qiaoqiao felt a pang of concern; she wondered what the child was observing.

But Xiao Bao looked so serious she didn’t want to disturb him. Gu Qiaoqiao reached out, touched Sima Xiaowen’s arm, and whispered, "There are dozens of families here. What about their belongings?"

"Chu Chengfeng’s space can’t accommodate their things, but don’t underestimate these old folks. They have their secret methods, so apart from the houses, they’ll protect everything else perfectly."

This courtyard must be where the Phoenix Clan entertains guests; it’s just like an ordinary household, with furniture, sofas, Duobao Pavilion, and some decorative items. But as Gu Qiaoqiao observed, the decorations were modern craftsmanship just meant for aesthetics and not worth much.

However, there was a large vase next to the hall that must have some years on it. Though its value wasn’t high, it looked beautiful, and it would be a shame to destroy it. She pointed to the vase, "This vase in the courtyard has some age. Why not store it in the space?"

Sima Xiaowen glanced around, wanting to tell Gu Qiaoqiao that such vases were of no concern to the Phoenix Clan. But she nodded nonetheless, "Alright."

Just at this moment, Qin Yize and Chu Chengfeng in the kitchen had already finished cooking. Though the adults showed little concern, they maintained a normal demeanor for the children.

Xiao Bao and Xiao Bei were hungry too, but Xiao Bao remained especially silent.

Xiao Bei, as usual, ate until his tummy was full, then informed Gu Qiaoqiao he was sleepy. Meanwhile, a torrential rain began pouring outside, with raindrops the size of soybeans clattering against the roof and ground—a sound making one’s heart uneasy, akin to drumbeats striking one’s chest.

It gave a sense of urgency.

Gu Qiaoqiao had already placed a barrier around the house.

But one thing needed caution. This barrier could fend off attacks, but it couldn’t protect against the natural forces of wind, rain, and lightning.

Sima Xiaowen felt guilty, but it was too late for any words now.

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