Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 485 - 488 Jealousy

Chapter 485: Chapter 488 Jealousy

Uncle Zhao, who was extremely excited, looked up to the sky and shouted for a while before turning to look at Aunt Zhao.

"Wife, where did you get that medicine you just gave me?"

"Young Master Yan gave it to me." Aunt Zhao’s face bloomed with a smile when she saw Fourth Zhao could indeed walk around.

"Which Young Master Yan?"

"Who else but the lad that Xue’er brought back from South Mountain."

"It’s him?"

Fourth Zhao paused for a moment.

"Quick, take me to see Young Master Yan!"

"Cut it out!"

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes at Uncle Zhao.

"Young Master Yan is drinking tea in the main hall. You know how to walk, don’t you? Or are you expecting me to carry you?"

In the living room, Fourth Zhao knelt on one knee in front of Yan Rufeng, cupping his hands.

"Thank you, Young Master Yan, for the miracle medicine. Please accept my bow."

Yan Rufeng hurriedly got up to help Fourth Zhao up.

"Uncle Zhao, no need to thank me. I need to thank Xue’er too."

"Xue’er?"

At the mention of Xue’er, Fourth Zhao brightened up.

"Yes, yes, if it weren’t for Xue’er bringing you back, how could my legs have healed."

"Old man."

Aunt Zhao walked over with a grin.

"Xue’er went up the mountain early this morning to chop wood. Hurry up and call our daughter back. We’re going to have a proper celebration today."

"Hehe!"

Fourth Zhao chuckled.

"The wife is right, I’m heading up the mountain now..."

Fourth Zhao eagerly walked out the door, while Aunt Zhao busied herself with sharpening the knives, preparing to kill chickens and slaughter sheep.

Yan Rufeng walked slowly towards Aunt Zhao.

"Aunt Zhao, you just rest. I’ll cook today’s meal."

"You do the cooking?"

Aunt Zhao looked up at Yan Rufeng and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Young Master Yan, you are a guest. You should sit in the living room and rest."

Yan Rufeng shook his head, walked to the living room, lightly waved his sleeve, and in a flash of light, the table in the middle of the living room was filled with delicacies.

"It smells so good."

Aunt Zhao, who had just finished sharpening the knife, took a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of the dishes.

"What kind of food is this to smell so good?"

Following the scent, Aunt Zhao walked to the living room and swallowed hard when she saw the table of dishes. She thought, "In the blink of an eye, a table of dishes is ready. Could Young Master Yan be a god?"

Seeing Aunt Zhao’s astonished look, Yan Rufeng smiled slightly.

"Aunt Zhao, the dishes are ready. We’re just waiting for Xue’er and Uncle Zhao to arrive."

An hour later, Zhao Xue’er and Fourth Zhao appeared before Yan Rufeng.

Zhao Xue’er’s eyes were red, no doubt having just cried after seeing Uncle Zhao.

As soon as Zhao Xue’er saw Yan Rufeng, she knelt down.

"Xue’er thanks Young Master Yan for healing my father’s legs. I have no way to repay you. I am willing to serve you as a horse or ox in gratitude."

Yan Rufeng quickly stepped forward to help Zhao Xue’er up.

"Miss Xue’er, please get up. I, Yan Rufeng, haven’t yet repaid your life-saving grace."

"Young Master, I..."

Aunt Zhao’s voice echoed in the living room.

"You two, stop thanking each other. Seeing this table full of delicacies, this old woman has been hungry for ages. Come, let’s eat..."

During the meal, Zhao Xue’er praised while eating.

"Mother, since when has your cooking become this good? I’m almost stuffed."

"Silly girl."

Aunt Zhao laughed, "If I had such great cooking skills, I would’ve opened a restaurant in town long ago. These dishes were all made by Young Master Yan."

"What?"

Zhao Xue’er looked at Yan Rufeng with wide eyes, unable to believe it.

"Young Master Yan, is what mother said true?"

Yan Rufeng put down his wine cup and smiled faintly.

"Miss Xue’er, I used to run a restaurant for a while, so I know how to cook some dishes."

"Wow!"

Zhao Xue’er gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Young Master Yan, you are amazing. The food you made is delicious, no worse than the big restaurants in town."

With a flash of light, a bottle of drink appeared in Yan Rufeng’s hand.

"Miss Xue’er, try this and see if you like it."

Zhao Xue’er took a sip and savored it.

"Wow, what is this? It’s absolutely delicious!"

Yan Rufeng smiled without saying a word.

"If you like it, drink more." Fourth Zhao laughed.

Later, Yan Rufeng took out several bottles of fruit wine he had brewed in the Mortal Domain, receiving more praise.

During the meal, Yan Rufeng learned from Fourth Zhao that Qingshan Village belonged to Qingmang Town, the smallest village in Qingmang Town. As for the world beyond Qingmang Town, Fourth Zhao had no knowledge of it.

When Yan Rufeng asked Fourth Zhao if there were any highly cultivated people in this world, Fourth Zhao frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Fourth Zhao sighed deeply.

"Young Master Yan, when I was very young, I heard from my elders that far, far away, there are incredibly powerful people who can move mountains and seas and are capable of all kinds of feats. Some can even walk in the air and fly beyond the domain, but after so many years, I’ve never seen such deities."

Yan Rufeng looked down, pondering, "If this world is the Divine Realm, then Azure Dragon Town must be very remote, with extremely scarce cultivation resources. Otherwise, it would be impossible for people here to have no cultivation at all..."

"Young Master Yan."

Zhao Xue’er’s voice came.

"You can visit the Martial Arts School in town. I think there must be highly cultivated people like you mentioned."

Yan Rufeng raised an eyebrow, thinking, "Unexpectedly, there’s a Martial Arts School in the Divine Realm. This is quite surprising."

"Young Master Yan, what’s the matter?"

Yan Rufeng smiled at Zhao Xue’er.

"Miss Xue’er, it’s nothing. After the meal, can you take me to town?"

"Sure, sure!"

Zhao Xue’er replied happily.

After a full meal, Yan Rufeng got ready to set off for Qingmang Town.

Yan Rufeng carried the firewood Zhao Xue’er had chopped and called out to the house, "Miss Xue’er, we’re leaving."

Zhao Xue’er walked out slowly. Seeing Yan Rufeng carrying the firewood, she hurried over.

"Young Master Yan, how can I let you carry the firewood? Put it down and let me carry it."

Yan Rufeng smiled, "Miss Xue’er, I’m a man. How can I let you do such rough work?"

"But Young Master Yan, this firewood is for selling to support the family. You can help me carry it this time, but you can’t do it forever. You better put it down."

Zhao Xue’er blushed, lowered her head, and said no more.

Yan Rufeng’s mouth lifted slightly.

"Miss Xue’er, don’t worry. After we return from town this time, you won’t need to chop wood anymore."

"Young Master Yan, don’t joke. If we don’t chop wood, what will we eat?" Zhao Xue’er said weakly.

"Isn’t that why I’m here?" Yan Rufeng patted his chest, speaking seriously.

"Young Master Yan, can you really?"

Zhao Xue’er suddenly became happy.

"I, Yan Rufeng, keep my word."

"Hehe!"

Zhao Xue’er, walking ahead of Yan Rufeng, had a smile on her face, occasionally turning back to look at him, a maiden’s heart beginning to stir.

"Sigh!"

Aunt Zhao, watching Zhao Xue’er’s back, shook her head and sighed, "Such a silly girl. How could Young Master Yan carry firewood for our family forever..."

After Yan Rufeng left, a figure appeared at the village entrance of Qingshan Village.

"Hey, Er Lengzi, did you see that? The man Xue’er brought back miraculously stood up."

"I’m not blind."

Er Lengzi’s teeth made a gritting sound.

"Da Xiong, do you know? Seeing that loser and Xue’er together makes me furious."