Chapter 081

Chapter 81: I Am Fang He An

Ye Wan Wan’s heart tightened. She had heard a voice like that before. The father of this body had sounded like this right before he died. Even though he tried hard to speak, the young Ye Wan Wan still knew his life force was already overdrawn. In his last moments, he urged her to listen to her teachers and stay in the Supreme Sect.

Sadly, she hadn’t done it.

The voice of “I’m Just Looking” was younger, about twenty three or twenty four by the tone. But it sounded like he had been sick in bed for a long time. From how many talismans he bought, he should be a cultivator. He shouldn’t be this weak.

Not Short on Money also froze: “Why do you sound so out of breath?”

“I’m Just Looking” answered softly: “Stayed up late cultivating.”

Not Short on Money said, serious: “Young man, take care of your health. Too much indulgence hurts the body.”

“… Hm?”

“Alright, alright, if you want to buy then buy. The little stall keeper is here and won’t run. Little stall keeper, I’ll order ten more sets, okay? And give me ten Peace Talismans too.”

Ye Wan Wan said: “One Peace Talisman is enough.”

“No. I burn through them fast.”

With a grand wave, Not Short on Money paid 600,000 on the spot. After the platform cut, 420,000 reached Ye Wan Wan’s account.

Ye Wan Wan said: “A Peace Talisman is 10,000.”

He had just paid for thirty talismans with 600,000, twenty thousand each. He said: “Keep the extra. Just deliver sooner.”

Ye Wan Wan thought for a moment: “Make it in three days. I have matters right now.”

Not Short on Money said: “Don’t go into seclusion every day. See the brother next to you? Train too long and go astray and you end up like him.”

Ye Wan Wan ignored him and looked at the other customer: “Delivery in three days.”

“I’m Just Looking” said: “Mm.”

After collecting the Spirit Stones, Ye Wan Wan looked at the empty stall again. Maybe she could put some pills up for sale too.

She left the Spirit Market and returned to the Purple Spirit Cave Abode. With one look, she saw three people squatting at the front door. Bai Jian was staring at the fruit in the yard with hungry eyes, like she was waiting for it to ripen. Fang He An had an arm around Li Wan Zhi’s shoulders and was discussing: “I think we can raise the intensity of our drills.”

Li Wan Zhi said, helpless: “Senior brother, you’re the one throwing the punches. I’m the one getting hit. If we increase it, I’ll still be the one getting hit.”

Fang He An said: “Young Senior Uncle, meaning your master, said we must train our arts, but Body Refining can’t be neglected. He told me to keep you on track.”

“You hit me so hard last time I couldn’t get out of bed for two days.”

“I already go easy. If not, you can spar with senior sister.”

Li Wan Zhi said: “If you want me dead, just say it.”

Fang He An grinned: “It’s decided. While my master is back, there’s plenty of medicine to fix you up.”

Li Wan Zhi: “…”

Hearing their daily chatter, Ye Wan Wan came out of the cave: “Second senior sister, third senior brother, fourth senior brother.”

All three snapped their heads around at once.

“Junior sister!”

Bai Jian blew over like the wind and stopped in front of Ye Wan Wan. Seeing she looked fine, Bai Jian’s eyes curved with a smile. She held out a bright red apple and said: “Here.”

Ye Wan Wan took it and felt that it still held Bai Jian’s warmth. She didn’t know how long her senior sister had been holding it. Her heart softened: “Senior sister.”

Bai Jian said: “It’s sweet.”

Ye Wan Wan said: “Mm.”

She took a bite, then smiled and repeated: “It’s sweet.”

Fang He An said happily: “Looks like you’ve recovered a lot this half month, junior sister. Your aura is much steadier.”

Ye Wan Wan nodded: “Master gave me two level four spirit herbs some days ago. I’ve already repaired two Golden Cores.”

Fang He An chuckled mysteriously: “Then congrats. You can fix the other three Golden Cores too.”

Ye Wan Wan paused.

Fang He An planted his fists on his hips and laughed: “My master is back.”

Heavenly One Sect’s only alchemist had returned to the sect.

Over Green Thicket Mountain, the scene was a mess. Lu Qing Xuan held his chest in pain as he looked at the ground: “Third senior brother, I know you want land to grow spirit grain. I don’t mind. But you didn’t have to clear out my spirit herbs.”

Xun Yin, looking like a pig not afraid of boiling water, had his pants legs rolled up and wore a bamboo hat: “How else am I supposed to plant spirit grain if I don’t use your spirit fields?”

“I have a huge field. Every patch you plant dies. Not even one patch lived?” Lu Qing Xuan knelt and wailed over the withered grass.

Xun Yin said, speechless: “How would I know? I followed the Classic of Shennong exactly, but each time I plant, it dies.”

Lu Qing Xuan had left when Green Thicket Mountain was lush and green. Now it was bare and poor. He fell onto the ground and lay there for a while without moving: “My fields…”

All of them were dead.

“Wuu wuu wuu…”

“Master, master!”

Four figures arrived by Sword Flight, two men and two women, standing tall.

Lu Qing Xuan sprang up at a perfect right angle, brushed off the dry grass on his clothes, put on the face of a worldly expert, and nodded with restraint at the one who flew in too fast and landed first because his Sword Flight was wobbly. To Li Wan Zhi he said: “Mm. Little An, right? You’ve grown a lot taller.”

Li Wan Zhi: “Ah?”

Fang He An: “…”

Xun Yin: “…”

Fang He An blocked Li Wan Zhi, faced Lu Qing Xuan, and said with a straight face: “Master, I am Fang He An.”

Li Wan Zhi stood proper and bowed: “Senior uncle, I am Li Wan Zhi, ranked fourth among the 101st generation of disciples.”

Ye Wan Wan followed with a bow: “Little Six, Ye Wan Wan.”

Seeing everyone salute, Bai Jian also bowed: “Waiter, Bai Jian.”

Xun Yin tipped his hat and waved: “Come, meet your senior uncle. Otherwise you might run into him outside and not know what he looks like.”

Lu Qing Xuan whispered by voice transmission: “Stop teasing me.”

Xun Yin had already opened the Spirit Link Formation and announced: “Our fifth just mistook his own disciple.”

Everyone said: “Sounds exactly like him.”

Lu Qing Xuan cleared his throat. Seeing Fang He An on the verge of crying with anger, he said shyly: “When I left, you were still small.”

Fang He An pretended to wipe tears: “Yeah, master left for fifteen years.”

He started fake crying, but as he talked he truly felt wronged: “You ran off and left me with a pile of books. If senior uncle hadn’t taken me in, I wouldn’t have known where to go or what to do.”

Lu Qing Xuan felt guilty: “Master will stay for quite a while this time.”

“How long?”

“At least… I won’t be going out again within ten years.”

At the very least, Green Thicket Mountain needed to be rescued.

Fang He An pouted. In his mind Lu Qing Xuan’s credibility was zero. But he didn’t care about that right now. He pulled Lu Qing Xuan along and said: “Master, look at junior sister. To protect us, her Golden Cores were smashed.”

Lu Qing Xuan hurried to say: “I know, I know.”

As he spoke, he looked Ye Wan Wan over, bold and open. The more he looked, the more he liked what he saw. Smiling, he asked: “Little Six, want to switch masters?”

Ye Wan Wan froze.

Cold wind rose over Green Thicket Mountain. Snow drifted down onto the just sprouted spirit herbs. A cool, light voice sounded in the air: “Looks like senior brother wants to switch sects.”