Chapter 2161: The Harvest Farm's Marvelous Daily Life 32

The third night of the power outage.

The first to notice something was wrong was the earth spirit Terra.

He jerked awake from his sleep, then lightly placed his palm on the ground to feel the tremor, and suddenly sprang up.

"Divine Envoy! Evil wizards are invading!"

The scarlet moon hung high, the night sky dyed an eerie dark red, and the barrier between the otherworld and the human realm grew as fragile as gauze in the moonlight.

The Harvest Farm, situated at the barrier's junction, naturally bore the brunt of the damage.

Evil wizards and dark spirits surged toward the farm like a tide.

Fortunately, the big guys in the wooden house had already made all preparations in advance.

The black cat's fur stood on end all over, and it let out a low growl.

In the next instant, its body swelled to the size of a leopard, its violet eyes blazing with a captivating light, and its tail tip entwined with azure flames.

It barred the way before the seeds, smashing an approaching skeleton spirit with a single paw, and hissed angrily.

No one can harm the miraculous seed under the watchful eyes of the guarding spirit!

Terra pressed her hands to the ground; under the chant, the earth surged like waves, instantly raising a three‑meter‑high earthen wall that firmly shielded the fields and orchard.

Shiyan's arms turned into boulders, which he slammed into the ground, causing countless sharp stone spikes to burst forth and impale the evil spirits rushing forward.

The rabbit darted like lightning through the black‑mist‑shrouded dark spirits, deliberately luring the enemies into the trap laid beneath the magic mushrooms.

The magic mushroom crouched in the grass, continuously spewing paralyzing spores from its cap; those hit slowed, and the rabbit swiftly slit their throats with its claws.

"Pleasant cooperation!" the rabbit hastily snatched a carrot amid the chaos and winked at the magic mushroom.

The little mushroom atop the magic mushroom shook happily.

Lin Mian, ordered by the spirits and Jin Chen to stay in the wooden house and watch, felt worried and anxious, but Ling Gun Gun blocked his way.

"Ao ao."

Ling Gun Gun blocked the doorway, pushed Lin Mian inside, and, swinging his hips, knocked away the evil wizard who tried to rush in to capture the leader.

It licked its paws, then squatted there immovable as a mountain; none could shift it, and its aura knocked the lesser spirits to their knees.

The evil spirits had no opening, and the wizards were further pressed and beaten by Jin Chen alone, not even getting a chance to cast spells.

In the night's rain‑curtain, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Jin Chen's bangs were lifted by the foul wind, and his green eyes swirled with an almost demonic cold light.

He stood with hands at his sides, yet quietly, thorn‑like vines spread beneath his feet, wandering through the soil like living things.

The leading wizard raised his skull staff, and dark‑purple sigils coalesced in the air into poisonous snakes that lunged forward.

"As a Divine Envoy, you actually help humans fight the spirits!"

The wizard shouted in anger, yet could not suppress his panic, trying to negotiate with Jin Chen: "I know you're after the miraculous seed! How about we split it evenly? That would be better than you guarding this broken place!"

Jin Chen clenched his fingers in the air, and the vines hoisted the wizard aloft, the sound of breaking bones clearly audible.

"The weak have no right to negotiate."

Five black‑robed casters mid‑spell suddenly had blood lines appear on their necks, and in an instant they fell from the midst of the raging storm, their blood pouring out only to be washed away by the rain.

At the critical moment.

The last three high‑rank wizards stood back‑to‑back, forming a triangular sigil, while a six‑pointed star appeared on the ground, encircling Jin Chen at its center.

The spirit‑envoy bears the power of the gods; if they can succeed in slaying a deity, they can completely shatter the seal linking the two worlds!

At this critical juncture, a woman's clear shout suddenly rang out from the night sky.

"A bunch of trash!"

Jin Chen, who was about to break the formation, looked up in surprise at the void.

A heavy sword wrapped in golden runes tore through the air.

Where the sword's light passed, the formation's vortex was forcibly torn apart, emitting a piercing cracking sound.

In the void, a tall figure stood aloft, clad in icy armor—none other than the legendary warrior Lin Yao, famed for his travels across other realms.

Behind Lin Yao, a man in white robes floated in the moonlight, his silver hair flowing like a waterfall.

"Meow!!!"

"Aunt Lin Yao!"

The black cat spun excitedly in a circle.

It knew the warrior would never abandon the miraculous seed!

"... Mom, Dad."

Lin Mian's pupils contracted sharply.

He never imagined that the blurry faces of his parents from memory would now appear so clearly.

Lin Yao's heavy sword plunged into the earth, golden ripples spreading out and completely tearing apart the remnants of the dark formation.

She looked down on the fleeing evil wizards and snorted: "You dare bully my son's farm and the farm of my future son‑in‑law? Destroy the seal I guard? You're not worthy!"

Before her words faded, she flashed to Jin Chen's side, her heavy sword intertwining with the envoy's vines to form a tight net that drove back the enemies trying to counterattack.

The heavy sword and green light struck the scarlet moon's core together, while the white‑robed man chanted an ancient incantation, holy runes coiling like chains around the blood‑red gate.

At the instant the three forces converged, the storm ceased abruptly, rain flowed backward, and the seal resealed.

The farm finally returned to tranquility.

The white‑robed man drifted down, pressing his palm to the cracked earth.

Pure healing power surged like a spring; the blighted crops instantly revived, and even the black cat's fur, which had stood on end, smoothed out.

The spirits cheered, hugging each other in celebration.

The white‑robed man stroked each spirit's head, bestowing a blessing, then finally turned his gaze to Lin Mian, his eyes rippling with tenderness.

"Sleepy sleepy."

Lin Mian was somewhat at a loss, and though his father was right nearby, there was still a sense of distance between them.

Lin Yao had none of those reservations; she grabbed the dazed Lin Mian and messed up his hair.

"You idiot, I and your dad have been watching this bunch of rascals all along; if it weren't for the Red Moon anomaly, we really wouldn't have had a chance to come back and beat them up!"

Lin Mian immediately regained the feeling of how he used to get along with Miss Lin Yao.

He silently stepped back and took hold of Jin Chen's fingertip.

Lin Yao suddenly narrowed her eyes, and the heavy sword thrust into the ground between them with a thud, saying, "By the way, when are you two holding your wedding?"

Lin Mian: "... Mom!"

"How wonderful, the Divine Envoy is my future son-in-law; I'm practically the most prestigious elf in the forest."

The worry about being estranged from his son was instantly tossed to the back of his mind.

"Dad." Jin Chen, understanding the cue, changed his address and said it very smoothly.

Lin Mian hesitated, pursed his lips and looked at him, still unable to hold back asking: "... Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead! You can ask, anything you want."

He had already prepared himself for the possibility that his son might ask blameful questions.

Lin Mian's expression was complex: "Why do you call him Lin Daguangming?"

Lin Guangming: "... I'm Lin Guangming, without the 'Da'."

He certainly wouldn't admit to having such an unpleasant former name.