Chapter 172

He spoke arrogantly and angrily: "I already know, you teamed up with Qiao Qiao to set a trap to cheat me, you poor student, what money do you have?"

Saying this, contempt almost welled up in his eyes.

Ling Yue froze for a moment, then her gaze swept past her and landed on Qiao Qiao behind her, whose eyes curved as she smiled and gave her an OK sign.

Having just stepped on the creaking snow outside the door, she walked over and Qiao Qiao took off her hat: "Cheat you?"

She was overjoyed, almost wanting to laugh to the heavens three hundred times: "It's just a piece of land, do I need to cheat you? Who do you think you are?"

Qiao Qiao said, striding straight past him, and in his furious, almost fire‑spitting gaze, she directly pulled out the document from her bag, flicked the black‑on‑white contract stamped with a red seal, and the paper let out a crisp snap.

Qiao Shi cleared the contract's lower‑right corner, seeing the parties' names and the name seal, his face turned ashen and all color drained.

"Look at this!" Qiao Qiao said with weight, affectionately linking arms with Ling Yue, she took one copy of the duplicate contract and handed it to Ling Yue; when she spoke again, her voice softened to the point of seeming to drip water.

Qiao Qiao: "Yue Yue, hold onto this, it's your copy."

Ling Yue curled her lips in a smile.

Qiao Qiao now radiated triumph; no one knew how much psychological pressure Qiao Second Uncle had put on her by bribing some villagers earlier.

Even with elders' support, she felt guilty, but the reality was that someone like Qiao Second Uncle—who claimed he'd repay the villagers—was nothing but hot air to Qiao Qiao.

Don't talk about prodigal sons returning; Qiao Second Uncle doesn't deserve it—he's just a white‑eyed wolf.

So, after learning that Ling Yue also wanted to contract the land, Qiao Qiao immediately leaned toward her without a second thought.

The facts proved her choice was right; Ling Yue's contract directly eased her urgent need, and the proposed plan shocked her even more—this was a one‑of‑a‑kind deal: planting sun fruit, actually to be implemented in their village!

Qiao Qiao had attended university and once worked at a big company; her young mind was sharp and perceptive, knowing exactly what this signified!

Compared to that, Qiao Second Uncle's plan was more like a time bomb, which Qiao Qiao couldn't believe at all.

Afterward, Ling Yue didn't say a word; under Qiao Qiao's sharp words, Qiao Second Uncle ended up looking as miserable as a drowned dog, hearing her resonant, forceful voice: "This is the contract! The land behind the village has already been contracted to Yue Yue—what face do you have to come here and make a fuss?"

"Our village doesn't need your filthy money—take it and get out!"

She stood hands on hips, proud, making Qiao Second Uncle's face flush green then white with rage, his whole body trembling: "You, you guys are something!"

"Do you know who's behind me? You're just two ordinary people—wait for me!"

He absolutely refused to let it go, glaring at the two with hatred, then suddenly calmed down and gave a sly smile: "I'll wait, I'll wait for you to kneel and beg me—there'll be a time when you cry!"

Hearing this, Ling Yue raised her eyebrows abruptly, focusing on the point in Qiao Second Uncle's words about ordinary people, her voice low: "Are you saying you're not an ordinary person?"

Qiao Second Uncle snorted coldly, he wasn't stupid enough to go that far, he tossed out that line and left with his two bodyguards.

Having thrown the person far behind him out of sight, Qiao Second Uncle only then stopped, panting, looking left and right; in the deep winter, the village had not a single person.

He couldn't help cursing: "Scum! Ungrateful scum!"

The bodyguard beside him couldn't help saying: "Boss, should we teach them a lesson?"

Qiao Second Uncle: "Idiot!"

He glared at the two, speaking passionately: "What's in your heads? Can you even think? These two little scum look like they'll fight me to the end—what good will disciplining them do? Will punishing them make them change? Don't end up causing a mess."

Qiao Second Uncle's eyes flashed with a sinister light, then he let out a low laugh: "Come with me, let's get ready, we're heading into the mountains."

"This time I'll summon the Great Immortal to act—absolutely fail‑proof

, so they'll cry for their fathers and mothers begging me!"

Hearing this, the bodyguards' hearts jolted; they'd been by Qiao Second Uncle's side for a while, and regarding the boss behind the boss, they felt even more...

Mainly because the other side's profound hidden methods—just the little bit Qiao Second Uncle leaked—were enough to open their eyes.

The Qiao family.

Ling Yue fell into thought; beside her, Qiao Qiao heard her question, her thoughts racing, she looked worriedly at Ling Yue: "Nothing will happen, right?"

In fact, she also worried; someone like Qiao Second Uncle—a good‑for‑nothing layabout who'd achieved nothing—how could he suddenly become a big boss and come back to repay the villagers? Back then he was the village's most hated little hooligan; if the villagers hadn't beaten him to death, that was already lucky.

How did he suddenly transform into a so‑called successful person?

The matter was so sinister she couldn't believe it, and that plot of land he was determined to get lay near Everwhite Mountain; Qiao Qiao instinctively recalled her father's whispered secret, her heart trembling.

She came to her senses; Ling Yue had already gone back inside, she blinked, and the words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.

After eating, Ling Yue prepared to pack and head up the mountain, but before she could move, Bai Ze took the load, glancing at the man's profile; Ling Yue's eyes flickered.

Afterward, she became a hands‑off manager, with Bai Ze handling almost everything; Ling Yue couldn't help saying: "Why don't I carry the pack?"

She said, feeling a bit guilty, after all this trip up the mountain was to visit Jun Jun, who ought to be able to move about now, but Jun Jun's attitude toward Bai Ze was really not good.

Bai Ze seemed to know what she was thinking, he smiled faintly and slung the packed backpack onto his back: "No problem."

Coincidentally, Qiao Second Uncle's destination was also Everwhite Mountain.

He also brought some offerings and meat; it didn't look like a mountain outing, more like a sacrifice.

They set out before Ling Yue, stepping on deep snow, one hand holding an ancient, rough compass, walking according to the needle's direction.

The two bodyguards were puzzled; one even asked, and Qiao Second Uncle gave them a cold glance: "What do you know?"

He carefully cradled the compass as if it were a priceless treasure: "This was given to me by my superior's boss; the Great Immortal I'm seeking lies at the end of the direction the compass points."

Hearing this, the bodyguards stared at each other, completely bewildered.

What could these laypeople possibly understand? Qiao Second Uncle thought disdainfully; even though he himself was only half‑knowledgeable, he still felt superior and looked down on the two.

He hadn't wasted these years!

Although he was initially tricked into □□ labor when he first came out, relying on a black heart and a silver tongue, he successfully joined them, and later unintentionally hooked up with the Profound Gate lineage.

From then on, Qiao Second Uncle became unstoppable—not only profiting from the Profound Gate master's guidance, he even became a close aide to a master; until not long ago, he received news that the Profound Gate had been provoked, and a skinny camel was bigger than a horse.

The master he worshipped secretly told him some news; someone predicted the dragon vein would soon emerge, its location in the northeast corner, and some even pointed directly to Everwhite Mountain; Qiao Second Uncle, by sucking up and offering contributions, got this opportunity.

Members of the Profound Gate were scattered across the northeast; Everwhite Mountain has been famous since ancient times; for a person with no cultivation to have such fortune, it's mostly because he attached himself to that master.

Moreover, in this old forest lurks a yellow great immortal who has attained spirit form; that master told him about it, and unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't want to use it—but who let those scum, each ungrateful!

Qiao Second Uncle gritted his teeth, his bulky body laboring through the snow; the two bodyguards, seeing his state, hurried to support him, as he heaved great breaths, the cold air stabbing his throat like a torn bellows, wheezing.

"I can't go on—I need to rest! If I run further I'll faint!"

Suddenly, the needle of the compass in his hand twitched slightly, landing on the mountainside slope, Qiao Second Uncle's eyes

It lit up in an instant; after glancing a few times, he jumped to his feet, staring ahead. For some reason, a chill suddenly spread over his body.

The two bodyguards instantly went on alert; they were both martial arts practitioners, and in the silent old forest, only the sound of the wind and snow lightly brushing could be heard.

Soon, his back was soaked with layers of cold sweat, and his voice became hoarse: 'Boss, this place is too evil.'

Qiao Ershu: 'Nonsense!'

He lowered his voice: 'You don't need to worry; we've probably already found it.'

The bodyguards blinked: 'Found what?'

The next moment, their boss bent over, laying out the prepared offerings one plate after another—roast chicken, braised meat, a whole big pig's head, various expensive nuts—piling them up in front of the small slope.

After bustling about with bowed head and scraped knees for a while, he finally stuck the prepared incense into the burner; as the smoke curled up slowly, Qiao Ershu's cheeks twitched in pain—though he had prepared a heap of things, the most precious were these three sticks of incense, each worth fifty thousand, costing him a total of one hundred fifty thousand!

No choice, the master of the Xuanmen Association said this is a special kind of offering incense; only it can summon things.

Qiao Ershu bowed three times before it.

"Yellow Immortal, Yellow Immortal, a follower of the Yellow Immortal has a request for you."

He said several sentences in a row; suddenly, a soft rustling sound reached his ears. The bodyguards stared wide-eyed at the base of the small hill, where a pointed snout, cheeky little head popped out—its yellowish furry face marked with a black patch, a pair of round, darting large eyes gleaming with human-like light.

It emitted a series of chirps, then its slender body slipped out, standing before the offerings, swaying left and right.

Qiao Ershu's eyes lit up instantly: 'Yellow Immortal! As long as you agree to help me with a matter, I'll keep the offerings coming!'

The weasel suddenly half‑crouched, raised its upper body and stretched out its neck; a pair of tiny paws snatched the three incense sticks, snuffed them out, and began to chew.

"So fragrant, so fragrant!" It was a weasel that had just become a spirit; although for now it couldn't compare to that ginseng doll, it was nevertheless handy at other things!

It glanced around—seeing the roast chicken, the braised meat, and even its natural enemy, the big goose!

The weasel drooled, wiping its mouth, saliva almost pouring out—'Incense! Truly fragrant!'

Although that incense was also tasty, this was meat—being a weasel that rarely comes down the mountain, ever since humans set up all sorts of surveillance and messy investigative bureaus, it hardly dares to show its face.

This was the first time in many years that it had received so many offerings.

It nodded involuntarily, putting on an act as it looked at the humans and chirped: 'What do you want me to help you with?'

For some reason, in that instant Qiao Ershu understood its meaning and immediately burst out: 'Yellow Immortal, you must decide for me!'

Without elaborating on Qiao Ershu's tall tale, elsewhere Ling Yue and Bai Ze set out, had gone halfway when they suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Mm! Mm! Ouch—"

Varying in length, like someone gasping for breath, her keen eyes and ears instantly spotted a yellowish‑brown animal ahead.

Ling Yue pressed her lips together—it was actually a foolish deer lying in the snow; seeing the arrivals, it froze stiff, its long eyelashes already frosted, and at the crucial moment it let out a loud cry: 'Save, save me!'

Ling Yue saw its injured hind leg; upon seeing her, it actually began to spasm, the blood vessels compressed, making the blood flow more freely.

Ling Yue didn't know what had befallen it; she shook her head: 'Don't move!'

She half‑squatted: 'I won't hurt you; don't thrash about.'

The foolish deer screamed 'ah‑ah‑ah' nonstop, its excessive clamor prompting Ling Yue to slap its head: 'Shut up!'

The frightened deer widened its eyes: 'Ah‑ah‑ah, big sister, spare, spare my life!'

Ling Yue's motion stalled; she hadn't expected this foolish deer to start chattering nonstop, uttering a bit of chatter.

A whole lot—it chattered more than a gossip.

"I'm so miserable! I just escaped the wolf's den only to fall into the tiger's pit, wuwuwu, Little Plum Flower—I can't go on; you must not agree to that foolish Big Strong, he won't treat you well! He's just after your beauty!"

As the weasel spoke, sorrow welled up, its big eyes nearly brimming with hot tears; suddenly someone asked: 'Who is Little Plum Flower? Who is Big Strong?'

"Little Plum Flower is my goddess; Big Strong is a scheming deer who only shows off his muscles—he's my—"

The weasel's voice cut off abruptly; it stared in shock at Ling Yue, who was tending to its wound: 'You‑you‑you‑you, can you understand what I'm saying?!'

"Good grief, I've seen a ghost!"

Ling Yue had anticipated this reaction; she scooped a handful of pet food, tossed a couple of pieces into its gaping mouth, and the shouting weasel fell silent at once.

"Good, good to eat!"

"What did you feed me?" Ling Yue didn't know whether to praise or criticize; this guy was also big‑hearted, and after a single bite the whole deer was in a state of lingering longing.

Ling Yue threw a handful of pet food into the snow beside the weasel, then began to focus on treating its wound; the deer's injury was serious, nearly reaching the bone, as if it had stumbled over something.

If she hadn't encountered it today, it wouldn't be long before it became lame—or outright turned into nature's gift.

"Huh." Ling Yue exhaled in relief; after emergency treatment, the foolish deer's wound was finally bandaged. She lifted her head to see it stretching its neck to lick the pet food, then it suddenly began to whimper: 'Tongue, tongue wuu wuu ah ah…… ah ah……'

It looked at Ling Yue, stuck out its long pink tongue, which immediately adhered to the ice and snow, leaving it unable to move.

Ling Yue: "……"

Are you trying to laugh me to death so I inherit my flower‑song?!

The foolish deer lived up to its name, truly dim‑witted; after Ling Yue finally managed to thaw it, it shook its head and said: 'Wu‑wu‑wu, thank you, you're really a great person!'

"I'll thank you for a lifetime!"

Ling Yue looked at its carefree demeanor, paused, then sighed: 'How did you end up like this?'

The foolish deer had now fully accepted that humans could talk to it; hearing her question, it tilted its head, its voice full of vicissitudes: 'I, I don't know either……'

Ling Yue hadn't said anything yet when she heard a barely audible call: 'Pine Cone? Pine Cone, are you all right?'

Hearing this, the weasel yowled; not far off, Ling Yue saw a small, cute, incredibly agile deer. It flicked its short tail, and upon seeing her, it shrank back in fright.

"Oh dear, humans have seen me!"

"Help! I haven't lived enough yet!"

At that moment, Ling Yue heard the weasel's voice: 'Little Plum Flower, I'm here.'

Pine Cone the weasel looked at the hesitant goddess and excitedly told her: 'She's a good person; she just helped treat my wound—if it weren't for her, I'd still be in too much pain to get up!'

The deer Little Plum Flower glanced sideways at Ling Yue, took two hesitant steps, but still dared not approach her: 'Really? Don't let her fool you—humans are the worst!'

Pine Cone the weasel shook its head: 'Look at my leg——'

Upon hearing that, Little Plum Flower was no longer afraid; looking at her companion, she said bluntly: 'I've never seen anyone so stupid—actually tripping your left foot over your right and falling over yourself!'

translation

Suddenly I felt that Little Plum Blossom wasn't that pretty either, Wuwuwu, how could there be such a stupid roe deer, its left foot tripped its right foot and it fell QAQ

Then, it twisted its movable neck, its little head went 'chiu' and poked into the snow den.

Roe deer, pine cone: Let me be autistic. JPG

Ling Yue couldn't help but smile, because of the pine cone's lubrication, she quickly became acquainted with the roe deer Little Plum Blossom, as expected of a girl, every move is graceful.

Little

Plum blossom ate the pet food in her palm bit by bit, its wet, big eyes endearing: 'You really are a good person!'

'If only there were only good people.'

Ling Yue listened to its melancholy tone and couldn't help but frown: 'What happened?'

Little Plum Blossom sighed: 'Recently, a gang of poachers has run to Changbai Mountain, I heard from the squirrels in the trees that they still have □□ in their hands, especially scary!'

Ling Yue nodded, keeping this in mind: 'Do any animals know where they went? I can call the police to catch them!'

Poaching gangs have always been the objects Ling Yue despises, without exception!

The roe deer Little Plum Blossom shook its head: 'I don't know, but I heard they seem to have gone into the mountains; I don't know what they want to catch, so I had the pine cone hurry and hide, those people are really bad!'

Ling Yue affirmed its words, such people are utterly bad.

She couldn't help but worry, knowing that she had just released the Eastern Sea Green not long ago; however, looking at that guy's sly appearance, he probably won't suffer a loss.

Ling Yue bade farewell to the stupid roe deer, her heart still uneasy about the Eastern Sea Green; she lifted her gaze upward, white snow piled on the slender branches, in the sunlight it emitted a dazzling light.

The azure sky was spotless, ten thousand li without clouds.

Just not seeing the Eastern Sea Green, this guy, since leaving, Ling Yue truly hasn't even seen a single feather.

At that moment she had no idea, a slender Yellow Immortal swayed left and right in the snow, sniffing repeatedly, then suddenly plopped onto her footprints, its big eyes glittering.

This is the Yellow Immortal that Second Uncle Qiao venerates, and it is tracking Ling Yue's scent.

Suddenly, its short little paws drew together, it stroked its fine little whiskers: 'Hahaha, I found it!'

'You damned villain, await the Yellow Immortal's punishment! I will enforce heavenly justice!'

It jumped up joyfully, its long tail swaying side to side, its steps bringing a breeze.

This classic line proves it used to spend plenty of time lounging on people's windowsills watching TV.

In the blink of an eye, it darted out.

Ling Yue walked, suddenly hearing a 'chichi' sound, she stopped to look and saw a burnt-yellow weasel half-raising its body, squeaking at her: 'Are you Ling Yue?'

Truly spirited.

Ling Yue blinked, slightly bowed, and politely asked it: 'I am, may I ask what business you have with me?'

She has always been patient with small animals.

The Yellow Immortal leapt up fiercely, baring its teeth at her: 'You bullied my follower, I've come to avenge him!' Recently, garbled code has been severe, giving us more motivation, updating faster; please trouble yourself to lift a finger and exit the mode. Thanks:,,.