Chapter 169: Before Grandfather

For others it's difficult, but I happen to have the resources for this; the only trouble is picking a site.

As Qin Feng finished speaking, his brow twitched suddenly, and he stared at Lin Meng.

"Want to join me? Running a school is fun; you just invest a little, and I'll make you a co‑shareholder, vice‑principal or something."

Lin Meng pursed her lips, wore a look of disdain, and said half‑jokingly, half‑seriously:

"Uncle, I think you should forget that dream; you don't seem like a principal. If you truly have a martial‑arts dream, you'd be better off forming a martial‑arts team, competing, and taking on performances—that's solid."

Once her immortal university rises, those martial‑arts schools will all go under; she truly doesn't want to crush Fifth Lord Qin's dream with her own hands.

Fifth Lord Qin pretended not to hear and went on speaking to himself:

"Girl, you're acquainted with that Ye family kid; their Ye Clan Group's real estate company seems to have acquired several plots this year. Help me ask him whether he can spare a plot for me to build a school."

Lin Meng blinked, then waved her hand.

"If you want to ask, go ask yourself—conveniently he lives next door, just two steps away."

"What?! You became neighbors with that kid?"

Qin Feng jumped up in shock, then started cursing.

"I knew that brat had no good intentions—did he move next door on purpose? Does he often come over to bother you? You didn't let him take advantage, did you? I saw right away this kid is a clingy cat."

Seeing Qin Feng so agitated, Lin Meng couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Oh come on, stop guessing—there's nothing of the sort. We're just a pure‑working partnership; he's helped me a lot, and I bought this house from him for fifty million."

Upon hearing that, Qin Feng widened his eyes and felt even more that something was off.

A peninsula villa starting at a hundred million in market value—you can't even buy a haunted house for fifty million.

"And you say he has no ulterior motives? No way—I'm going over to check on him tonight; I'll stay at his place, since you're a young lady, it wouldn't be proper for me to stay at yours."

Seeing Qin Feng rise to leave, Lin Meng had no intention of stopping him.

I wasn't planning to let you stay over anyway, uncle. Although you're a big shot among uncles, don't get overconfident.

Ye Chenjing is rather aloof and has little acquaintance with Qin Feng, so he probably wouldn't let him stay overnight.

Qin Feng bade farewell and indeed headed toward Ye Chenjing's villa; Lin Meng watched from afar and didn't follow.

Tonight she intends to meditate and cultivate; she's been lax for days, and if this were the immortal cultivation world, she'd be a hopeless student.

Qin Feng pressed the doorbell; not long after, Ye Chenjing opened the door.

Seeing the visitor, Ye Chenjing visibly startled, then guessed what was up, his brows knitting tight and he felt somewhat displeased.

"You're here to look for Lin Meng?"

Qin Feng had one hand in his pocket, the other clenched into a fist hanging at his side, and upon hearing that he let out a muffled grunt.

"Ye Chenjing, let's talk."

Ye Chenjing raised his brows; he'd only found out this person was Lin Meng's former creditor, but their relationship seemed overly intimate.

Given his knowledge of Lin Meng, an ordinary person could hardly reveal her current address.

Moreover, access to this island villa is strictly controlled; unless the owner personally authorizes it, outsiders can't get in.

Ye Chenjing stepped aside to let Qin Feng enter.

As soon as he entered the house, Qin Feng's eyes shifted sharply and he exclaimed.

"Whoa! Your taste is truly unique, a big guy with all those flowers and grasses inside the house."

He turned his head and saw that in the spacious living room there was actually a pink single‑seat sofa!

Qin Feng's hairs stood on end instantly, and his gaze toward Ye Chenjing changed.

"You kid couldn't be…"

Mid‑sentence, Ye Chenjing suddenly cut him off.

"Don't just sit anywhere; that pink sofa is specially for Lin Meng."

Over the past couple days, Uncle Liu has had people redecorate his villa, adding many cozy soft furnishings inside and out, and placing artistic flower arrangements on every table and stand, pleasing to the eye.

Ye Chenjing naturally doesn't like these flashy decorations, but Grandfather was right—no girl dislikes such styling, and he should take Lin Meng's preferences more into account.

Qin Feng, who had been muttering in his heart about Ye Chenjing's peculiar taste, immediately stopped chuckling upon hearing his words.

They don't even know what they said, but half an hour later Qin Feng was indeed kicked out by Ye Chenjing.

Seeing Qin Feng ride off on his flashy big motorcycle, Lin Meng then went to the training room to cultivate.

After a sleepless night, early the next morning, just as Lin Meng stepped out of the training room, she felt a wave of dizziness.

Immediately afterward, she collapsed straight down and fainted.

In the dream, when Lin Meng opened her eyes again, she found herself in Grandfather's spirit mausoleum and was startled.

"Grandfather?"

Was she being visited by Grandfather in a dream again? She hadn't slept the night before; after a night of cultivation she should have been energetic, yet suddenly her head swam and she passed out.

Could it be that Grandfather had an urgent matter to discuss with her, but couldn't wait for her to fall asleep, so he forced a dream‑visit that caused her to faint?

"Grandfather?"

After calling twice, the old man's voice finally sounded from behind.

"Here I am, little Meng—didn't I scare you?"

Lin Meng shook her head, turned around, and seeing the old man's appearance she jumped in fright.

"Grandfather! How did you end up dressed like this?"

The old man before her was disheveled and had put back on his patched clothes!

Moreover, looking closely, the furnishings in the spirit mausoleum seemed to have changed—many of the pieces previously arranged for the old man were now missing.

The old man sat resentfully before Lin Meng, wearing a bitter old‑man expression, and said:

"Little Meng, burn some more paper money for Grandfather down there—we really don't have enough to spend."

Lin Meng fell silent; she didn't press for details, knowing the old man often wouldn't—or couldn't—say much.

She only silently looked at her grandfather; the old man not only had his attire restored to its original state, his spirit and energy seemed much weaker, and his whole body seemed to exude a poor, sour aura.

Lin Meng swallowed, not daring to refuse, and immediately agreed.

"Grandfather, wait for me; I'll go back to my hometown tomorrow to buy more spirit money for you."

"I'm already living a good life; no matter what Grandfather is doing down there, I can't just watch him suffer."

"The old man heard this and sighed in relief, but a worry still lingered between his brows."

"He looked at Lin Meng, wanting to speak but hesitating, and finally sighed and said:"

"Little Meng, the bracelet and heavenly bead that Grandfather gave you, you must make good use of them, protect yourself and those you care about."

"Often, if you living people put in a little more effort, you'll be a hundred times stronger than me running around down there."

"Those nameless spirit money last time were burned for me by that Ye family kid, right? This time consider him lucky; without me, he would have already gone down to report, having taken his money; this time I'll help him out, but there won't be a next time!"

Half an hour later, Lin Meng woke up.

The floor was cold; her back felt chilly, and thinking of her grandfather's words in the dream made her heart feel even colder.

What did Grandfather's words mean?

Are the efforts of the living stronger than his exertion down there?

Is Ye Chenjing's survival this time due to Grandfather's help down there?

Last time Ye Chenjing gave those two bags of ingots, they were actually his money to buy his life...