The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 78 - 67 (Second Update)

Chapter 78: 67 (Second Update)

Feeling is such an elusive thing, intangible and invisible, yet it undeniably exists, especially a cultivator’s intuition. Lan Tian found it difficult to tell her family that Mo Junhua harbored ulterior motives towards her, as it was just her feeling. The whole thing sounded like a fairy tale.

Mo Junhua remained silent, which infuriated Lan Tian even more. What was this, a silent protest?

"Have you gone mute? Why won’t you say anything? Do you have that much free time in the military to write such nonsense and send it back? You enlisted to protect your country, not to waste national resources on this crap." Lan Tian was clearly taking her anger out on him. Mo Junhua looked at her with a mix of helplessness and indulgence, much like an adult tolerating a child’s tantrums, with no way to intervene.

Problem was, Lan Tian understood that look in his eyes, so she was livid. Indulgence my ass. Today, she was dressed in a red lantern outfit, looking like an angry little bird. With her hands on her hips, she scolded Mo Junhua as fiercely as the village shrews, pointing right at his nose.

"What kind of look is that? Are we close? At most, we’re from the same village and have seen each other a few times. You’re sick, from the start to the end, you know why? Because you’re imbalanced yin and yang. Don’t understand what that means? I’ll tell you, it’s because you lack a woman. At your age, still not finding a woman, unless you’re impotent otherwise you’re not a man!" Lan Tian’s gaze fell somewhere below Mo Junhua’s waist.

Being accused of impotence, especially by a woman, is something a man can hardly swallow. There’s only one way to prove it – by dropping trousers – but this girl is only ten, so there’s no proof. Mo Junhua could only sigh in resignation, knowing that one day he’d show her whether he was capable or not.

You’re so bold and ruffianly, do your folks know? Mo Junhua gritted his teeth inwardly, praying not to find out who taught her this, else he/she would be skinned.

"Grandma Sun sent me to call you for dinner. Hurry up with the planting so we can eat." Mo Junhua said expressionlessly, too indifferent to care about Lan Tian’s stare. After all, it was her own belongings, sooner or later to be seen, and besides, it’s not like you can see anything through the trousers.

Lan Tian punched the cotton, nearly suffocating with anger. This man had no shame. Staring into his deep and dark eyes revealed not a trace of disturbance. Lan Tian took a deep breath, calming her irritable mood. Today, her emotions were like a roller coaster.

As a cultivator should focus on nurturing their nature and soul, getting this agitated was a sign of an unstable state of mind, probably because she had abruptly advanced from Qi Cultivation Second Level to Qi Cultivation Seventh Level.

Lan Tian snorted and glanced sideways at him before turning to plant her Gathering Spirit Grass, not bothering to lower herself by arguing with such a shameless person. She knew she shouldn’t lose her status as a cultivator over him. No matter his intentions, she wasn’t the timid and cowardly person from her previous life. With absolute strength, all schemes and tricks are just idle talk.

Lan Tian kept quiet, but Mo Junhua spoke again. Glancing at her, he said in a tone as neutral as talking about the pleasant weather for the next few days, "I won’t marry anyone." Because I’m waiting for you to grow up.

His words came off as an explanation or perhaps a promise. Lan Tian responded with a sneer. Mo Junhua’s marital status was none of her business—they were hardly acquainted. Mo Junhua seemed to need no reply from Lan Tian and went on, "The army’s been busy lately. Since there’s someone to cover for me, I managed to come back for a few days off. I’ve come this time, but I won’t return for the New Year. Who knows when we’ll meet again." This trip was to resupply the military, and after that, he’d head back to the front lines, possibly not returning for a year or two.

"Next time you reply to my letter, no drawings, okay?" With that, Mo Junhua stopped talking.

The best would be never to see each other again, thought Lan Tian, stealing a glance at Mo Junhua, "Why come to my house for dinner?"

"I was wandering in the forest and happened upon your uncle who twisted his ankle, having trouble getting down the mountain. There was no one around, he couldn’t walk by himself, and by chance, I was nearby, heard him calling, and ended up carrying him out. You know the rest."

Hearing about Mo Yuanle’s injury, Lan Tian stopped planting the Spirit Grass and hurriedly put the remaining Spirit Grass into the basket, rushing towards the front yard. She was annoyed with herself; Mo Junhua’s unexpected appearance had distracted her, and she failed to notice her uncle’s injury, which was inexcusable.

Catching a glimpse of the seedlings in Lan Tian’s basket from the corner of his eye, Mo Junhua followed suit.

The house still had guests, and Lan Tian barged in rather abruptly. Since it was all villagers, there was no need for formalities. Lan Tian knew Wang Guiyu all too well, her mother-in-law from a previous life, and now they’re from the same village, so Lan Tian didn’t see her as an outsider. Besides, the villagers knew that she could treat illnesses, though Lan Tian rarely did so.

Lan Tian squatted in front of Mo Yuanle, grabbing one of his feet, "Uncle, which foot did you injure? Something this serious happened, and no one told me."

"I just twisted my muscle, it’s no big deal," Mo Yuanle, being a doctor himself, naturally knew whether it was serious. Lan Tian didn’t think the same way; even with a broken leg, her uncle would say it’s fine. She wouldn’t be at ease unless she saw it with her own eyes.

"Uncle, doctors don’t treat themselves. You don’t get to make the call, I do." Having examined this foot and seen no sign of a twist, she moved on to the other leg. Lan Tian let go of one leg and began to examine the other, noticing the ankle was swollen and turning purple – it was probably more than just a twisted foot. As her hand followed the contour of the injury, she indeed felt a broken bone inside.

"Tiantian, how is it?" Zhao Li watched Lan Tian prodding and feeling for a while, growing worried herself. Before this, neither she nor Grandma Sun had paid much attention when Mo Yuanle said it was nothing.

"It’s nothing, uncle just twisted his foot. After we eat, I’ll give it a proper massage." Lan Tian released her grip, not considering the broken bone a big deal. What irritated her was that Mo Yuanle had even kept it from her. Keeping it from grandma and aunt was understandable, to prevent worry, but a broken bone is not insignificant – if treatment is delayed, the consequences can be severe, and Mo Yuanle could end up crippled for real.

Grandma Sun and Zhao Li both sighed in relief; if Lan Tian said there was no problem, then it was truly fine.

"Guiyu, I’m not trying to scold you," Zhao Li spoke up during the meal, "No matter how important the things in the field are, they aren’t as important as people. If there is no one left, what good are those things? Don’t overexert yourself. Your son Hua Zi isn’t married yet, Chunhua hasn’t found a husband, and Xiao Liu is so young. To put it bluntly, if you ruin your health, what will happen to Xiao Liu? Can you count on the men in your family?"

"Everyone our age is home taking care of their grandchildren," said Zhao Li, who hadn’t been working in the fields for the past few years and wasn’t lacking food or money – she just grew some vegetables in the courtyard for her own consumption. "Besides, now that Hua Zi is in the military, family life is better than before, you should be enjoying your life now."

"Sister-in-law, you’re right," Wang Guiyu felt touched by the words. It made her happy that her son was doing well. "Your Lan Tian is also great, taking over the role of the older brother, being so young and able to treat illnesses. Everyone in the village praises him whenever they see him. Our Lan Tian is so fair and delicate, even whiter than a steamed bun, and will surely be attractive and successful when older." Lan Tian buried her head in her meal, fearing someone would catch her rolling her eyes. Since when did being attractive have anything to do with being successful?

"Has Chuntao been promised to someone? Who is it? I haven’t heard anything about it," lamented Grandma Sun. People change so quickly; the girls in the village married off one by one.

"Don’t get me started on that stubborn girl. The family we looked at last year had a decent boy, seemed honest and hardworking, but she didn’t agree, insisting on choosing someone from the town. She thinks life in town is so easy, sigh!"

Every household has its own difficult issues to face, and Grandma Sun and Zhao Li found it best not to comment further, making the atmosphere slightly awkward. They fell silent for a while.

Suddenly, Mo Yuanle asked Mo Junhua, "How is it in the military?"

Wang Guiyu listened attentively to Mo Yuanle’s words, with her ears perked. Her third son held a special status at home, and they would never ask about things Mo Junhua did not disclose voluntarily, for fear of inquiring about something they shouldn’t.

Mo Junhua glanced at Wang Guiyu, as if unintentionally sweeping his gaze from Lan Tian, "The beginning was very tough, knowing nothing and having to learn everything. Over time, I got used to it, and it was training, more training. Training sessions vary in length, and sometimes there’s no break for half a year, but on rest days, we would go out and stroll with others. During holidays, there are even performance troupes that visit the military."

There are strict disciplines to be followed in the military, and Mo Junhua wouldn’t speak of things that were classified. He tactfully summarized several years of military life in just a few words and avoided any serious topics.

Lan Tian in the past life didn’t know much about Mo Junhua’s affairs, hearing bits and pieces of it from others. Now she knew even less. Whatever Mo Junhua said went in one ear and out the other for her.

After the meal, Wang Guiyu had her medicine, brewed by Zhao Li, and Mo Junhua helped her walk away. After they left, Lan Tian began to set Mo Yuanle’s broken bone, first using Spiritual Energy to smooth out the meridians of the injured leg. After a round of Spiritual Energy circulation, the swelling on Mo Yuanle’s ankle slowly went down.

"Aunt, my uncle’s bone is broken, and I’m setting it now. For half a month, he must not walk on this foot. This afternoon, I’ll make him a pair of crutches to use for walking." While setting Mo Yuanle’s bone, Lan Tian would not cover up for him and told Zhao Li directly, letting her aunt take care of him. Grandma Sun glanced at Mo Yuanle and shook her head with a tsk.

Mo Yuanle got injured because he went to the mountains to find Lan Tian, which made her feel guilty. In the future, she’d spend even more time outside, and her family would surely worry more. Lan Tian knew that ever since she was caught by traffickers and Mo Yuanle saw her disappear from the house, her secret had been exposed. Mo Yuanle had a good estimate of the extent of her abilities.

Even so, he still went into the mountains to look for people... A father’s love is as towering as a mountain!