Chapter 29

The shade of the mountains brings coolness, and the green trees are like a canopy.

The He family manor is hidden in the mountains, and the courtyard is planted with locust trees. Although it is midsummer, it is as cool as early autumn.

"No wonder ancient royalty and nobility had special places to escape the heat..." Zhang Fan whispered to himself.

Previously, he had thought that changing places wouldn't make it much cooler, but now that he saw it, he realized he was shallow.

"The He family courtyard is planted with locust trees..."

Old Yu said while helping Wen He move the jars down.

The locust tree is also known as the ghost tree; it is a tree that gathers Yin and grows by absorbing Yin Qi all year round, making it the favorite of spirits and monsters.

Ordinary families wouldn't plant such trees, but...

The locust tree is also known as the wealth tree. If planted in the right position, it can gather wealth from all directions. As the saying goes, "With a locust tree in the house, descendants will have wealth."

Of course, there are many requirements for planting locust trees. If the position is wrong, it will lead to great disaster. As the saying goes, "If the locust tree position is wrong, there will be deaths in the family."

At this time, all sixteen jars of Iron Rooster cockscombs were unloaded and placed on a cart.

"Little Fanfan, you are a new face, don't go inside for the first time," Wen He gently instructed.

This is an immortal's hall, and they don't easily see outsiders to avoid causing offense.

Of course, the most important reason was that Zhang Fan practices the Dharma lineage of Zhenwu Mountain, and his aura is special. Wen He was afraid that entering rashly would alert and displease the immortals in the hall.

"Little Zhang, you just wait here and don't run around."

Old Yu gave instructions and then pushed the cart into the He family home with Wen He.

Zhang Fan was bored, so he wandered around the courtyard alone.

Rather than a courtyard, it was more like a garden; there were more green plants here than in his entire residential complex.

"The life of the wealthy is truly unimaginable."

Zhang Fan thought to himself, if he could earn this kind of family business, he would surely have reached the 【High Merit】 rank by now.

"Wang Feng Hall!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan walked to a pavilion and looked at the large characters on the plaque.

He had also heard that those who practice Chuma worship immortals and have so-called halls, such as Chuma Halls, Protection Halls, Law Enforcement Halls, and so on.

Different halls have different scales and different functions.

He was hearing about 【Wang Feng Hall】 for the first time.

"Why is Big Brother here?"

Just at this moment, a pleasant and intimate voice came from behind him, like the ringing of silver bells.

Zhang Fan turned around and saw a young girl in a JK uniform walking over.

"It's you..."

Zhang Fan recognized her at a glance; isn't this the girl he met on the subway that day?

"I'm here to deliver goods... Are you a member of the He family?"

"Yes... I really have a connection with Big Brother."

He Huan walked up and intimately leaned close to Zhang Fan, a refreshing fragrance wafting over.

"So you practice Chuma," Zhang Fan thought to himself.

"I don't like these things... but my family forces me..."

He Huan pouted, looking aggrieved, with crystal-clear tears flickering in her eyes. That pitiful look was just like a bullied doll.

"Wang Feng Hall... what does it mean?"

Zhang Fan changed the subject; he had lived long enough to distinguish a "green tea" (manipulative girl).

In fact, most men can distinguish green tea, especially the low-end ones; they just pretend they can't.

"The immortal my great-grandfather worshipped is different and once received a royal seal... This makes our He family different from other Chuma practitioners," He Huan whispered.

"Once received a royal seal? What does that mean?" Zhang Fan asked.

"A word worth nine tripods, surpassing kings and nobles... The immortal my great-grandfather worshipped was once guided by a master; that was more than twenty years ago," He Huan said solemnly. "A master? How high?"

"Divine Demon Sacred Fetus!" He Huan whispered.

These four simple words made Zhang Fan's heart jump.

"Divine Demon Sacred Fetus? You mean... more than twenty years ago, your family met a master who practiced the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus?" Zhang Fan was somewhat skeptical.

With Old Yu's experience and knowledge, he had stated categorically that it was impossible for anyone in this world to master this method.

"I also heard it from my elders... that young man... the young man from twenty years ago was suspected to be a master who practiced the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus... but this method has such a big reputation that we cannot rule out the possibility of them using a big name to pull strings, only..."

He Huan changed the subject and continued: "That person's methods were indeed unfathomably high... Because of him, the He family's status in Yujing City is unrivaled. You probably don't know that other Chuma practitioners whose influence could rival the He family cannot cross the river..."

Yujing City stands by the river, using the river as a barrier.

In the current era, there are more and more Chuma practitioners. Some have shallow cultivation and don't even have immortals to worship, yet they still recruit disciples and open halls just to gather wealth.

Because of this, the Chuma lineage currently appears strong, especially the old-established 【Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu, Gray】 five families, which are experiencing unprecedented prosperity, with strength stronger than ever before.

However, in Yujing City, when it comes to Chuma immortals, no one can rival the He family.

The He family is powerful and has run rampant in the Yujing City Chuma circle for twenty years.

"Dividing the river as a boundary was the rule set by that master back then..." He Huan said solemnly.

"What if they cross the river?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"Extinction!"

He Huan parted her red lips and spat out two words.

"That's really overbearing. Does he dare to kill people at will?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

Pojie had warned him repeatedly that in this era, practitioners cannot kill people at will! "Perhaps in the eyes of such masters, we ordinary people are no longer considered human," He Huan's beautiful eyes showed a trace of longing.

"Insane... such a person will surely end up without descendants sooner or later," Zhang Fan thought to himself.

For an ordinary person with low cultivation like him, the existence of such a person is not a good thing.

"Big Brother seems very interested in the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus?" He Huan leaned closer, gently shaking Zhang Fan's arm.

"A little curious."

"My He family does hide ancient scrolls recording the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus. If Big Brother wants to see them, come with me."

He Huan was both considerate and generous, pulling Zhang Fan's hand, and a warm feeling followed.

The two walked out of the courtyard and along the stone steps toward the back mountain. The further they went, the more remote it became, with jagged strange trees and desolate, broken rock walls and gravel visible everywhere.

"You wouldn't be discovered even if you killed someone here," Zhang Fan muttered in his heart.

He is a sensitive and suspicious person, even having a bit of persecution complex.

"Big Brother, is your heartbeat a little fast?"

Just at this moment, He Huan suddenly asked gently.

As soon as the words fell, a fishy wind rose. He Huan turned around abruptly, her slender fingers growing long nails as sharp as blades, glowing with a chilling cold light, and she grabbed straight at Zhang Fan's neck.

Whoosh...

Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan lowered his body like a swimming snake, escaping from under the claws and suddenly pulling away to a ten-meter range.

"You didn't even draw blood!?"

He Huan changed from her previous simple and weak appearance, and a deep annoyance appeared on her pretty face.

"You really are a green tea," Zhang Fan landed slowly, the vigilance in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by a cold frost.

"Brother, you don't look very old. How many cups of tea have you tasted? How do you know I'm green... and not pink?"

He Huan giggled, her words becoming increasingly brazen.

At the same time, a strange cry came from the hole in the weeds behind her, harsh and heart-scraping, like a wild fox crying.

"Brother, do you want to taste this cup of tea?" He Huan crooked her finger, her eyes charming, murderous intent suddenly appearing.

(End of chapter)