I Have an Immortal Emperor Uncle Who Farms at Home Chapter 18: Da Huang Recognizes Him

"That's right, I am the former head of the Song family—Song Lianjun."

Boom...

The sudden news struck Yang Hu like a bolt of lightning on a clear day, leaving him breathless.

Although the Yang family behind him was one of the most powerful in Laiyang Town, both in wealth and influence...

Compared to the Song family, they were simply not worth mentioning. That was one of the Four Great Clans of Ying City and the top among them, no less.

"I didn’t expect to meet someone from the Song family here."

Yang Hu’s attitude immediately straightened. Even though the Song family had already declined, Song Lianjun’s reputation remained untarnished.

However, something occurred to Yang Hu, and he added, "But then again, with how deep the Song family's roots ran, how could they have been wiped out overnight?"

At that, Song Lianjun’s eyes turned sharp as blades, staring straight ahead but his expression carried a clear trace of disdain.

"Hmph, if it hadn’t been for the Kuang, Yan, and Huang families teaming up, how could they have possibly defeated my Song family?"

The Kuang, Yan, and Huang families were also among the Four Great Clans of Ying City, but any one of them alone couldn’t compare to the Song family.

However, with three clans joining forces, no matter how strong or deep-rooted the Song family was, they couldn’t stand against it.

"Then... Uncle Song, is the reason you called me here today because of revenge?"

Song Lianjun paused briefly, then said with deep meaning, "That's right. The Song family now has only me and my old wife left. It’s time to settle the blood debt of our clan’s destruction."

Dozens of family members, all slaughtered overnight such a deep and bitter hatred could not go unavenged.

"Uncle Song, what can I do to help?"

"I hope Mr. Yang can supply me with more Spirit Herbs."

"What? Spirit Herbs?"

Yang Hu had thought the request would be for financial support but to his surprise, it was Spirit Herbs.

"Mr. Yang, as a cultivator, I can naturally see that Spirit Herb is no ordinary plant."

"I know about the Spirit Herb, of course."

"No, you can’t see its true nature."

Those words instantly left Yang Hu speechless.

Then Song Lianjun continued, "Because within that Spirit Herb is a flow of spiritual energy—faint, but pure."

"Spiritual energy?"

"Yes, spiritual energy."

Now Yang Hu finally understood why that ordinary-looking Spirit Herb could actually cure all kinds of illnesses. Turns out, it was because of spiritual energy.

"It's a pity, though. The spiritual energy within that herb is still not enough to restore me to my peak. So I sincerely ask, Mr. Yang, would you be willing to give me some?"

But now it was Yang Hu’s turn to be troubled because that herb wasn’t his at all, it actually belonged to Ye Qingcheng and the others.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Song, I..."

"Mr. Yang, don’t worry. As long as I can reclaim what is rightfully mine, I promise you’ll be well rewarded in the future."

"Uncle Song, it’s not about that. It’s just that the Spirit Herb really isn’t mine, it belongs to that young man from the other day."

"It’s not yours?"

"Yes, it truly isn’t mine."

Song Lianjun had assumed it was Yang Hu’s. After all, judging by Yang Hu’s attire and demeanor, he clearly came from a powerful background. So growing a Spirit Herb with spiritual energy should’ve been no big deal for someone like him.

But he hadn’t expected that the herb actually came from that young man. And no matter how you looked at him, he just seemed like an ordinary, unremarkable person.

"Mr. Yang, are you sure you’re not mistaken?"

"Mr. Song, this is no trivial matter. How would I dare lie to you? Besides, I spent fifty thousand that day to buy five of those herbs."

As he said that, Yang Hu turned to Yang Lili beside him.

"Lili can also vouch for this."

"Grandpa Song, it’s just as my father said, those Spirit Herbs really did belong to that young man."

After getting confirmation from both of them, Song Lianjun fell silent in thought.

"I see," he said after a brief pause, then continued, "In that case, do you know where he lives? I’ll go and talk to him in person."

Hearing that, both Yang Hu and Yang Lili were startled. After all, they had only just met Song Lianjun. And even if they were willing to help, letting Ye Qingcheng and the others find out might not go over well.

"I’m afraid that might not be a good idea..."

"Don’t worry, I have no ill intentions."

Jiang Shuping, standing nearby, pleaded, "Please, Mr. Yang, Miss Yang, we’re begging you."

Seeing them play this card again, Yang Hu had no choice but to give in.

"Fine, I’ll tell you his address."

As he spoke, Yang Lili took a piece of paper from her bag, wrote down a few words, and handed it over.

"Uncle Song, one more thing, we only know the general area. The rest you’ll have to figure out on your own."

After receiving the paper with both hands, Song Lianjun expressed his gratitude, "Thank you both so much. We’ll take care of the rest ourselves."

"Alright, Uncle Song. If you ever need anything else, feel free to come to me. I’ve got something to do, so I’ll take my leave now."

"Alright!"

After saying that, Yang Hu left Shanjiao Village with Lili.

After watching the two of them leave, Song Lianjun picked up the white piece of paper and examined it carefully.

"Ping’an Village."

……

Ping’an Village

When the three of them returned to the village, it was already afternoon.

"Ye Fan, starting tomorrow, you’ll be responsible for taking Nuonuo to and from school."

Ye Qingcheng sat beside Ye Fan, reminding him.

"Don’t worry, Sis. With me around, nothing unexpected will happen."

"That’s right! With Uncle here, Mama, you don’t need to worry at all!"

Hearing Nuonuo’s voice, Ye Qingcheng turned her head to look at her, sitting in the back of the tricycle, and said with a gentle smile, "I’m not worried about your uncle. Sweetie, Mama’s worried about you."

"Mama, you can totally relax. Nuonuo will behave really well."

Seeing how obedient Nuonuo was, Ye Qingcheng felt full of relief.

"That’s good to hear."

Suddenly, Ye Fan furrowed his brows slightly, his gaze turning toward the direction of their house. But after sensing for a moment, a playful smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.

Ye Qingcheng, who was sitting beside him, noticed the sudden smile and asked suspiciously, "Ye Fan, what is it?"

"Oh, it’s nothing. Just that we’ve got visitors at home."

"Visitors? Who?"

"You’ll know in a bit."

With that, Ye Fan continued driving the tricycle toward their house.

At home, in the yard—

Woof woof…

Da Huang was seen tangled up affectionately with another female dog. That dog was none other than the one Ye Fan had previously mentioned—Da Bai.

Woof woof, "Sister Bai, you look so beautiful today."

Woof woof, "Brother Huang, you’re extra handsome today too."

Woof woof…

Suddenly, Da Huang’s ears perked up and his nose twitched tightly.

Woof woof, "Brother Huang, what’s wrong?"

Right after that, Da Huang immediately picked up Ye Fan’s scent. Although his cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage, his true form was a Netherdark Demonic Dragon, and his sense of smell was hundreds of times sharper than Da Bai’s.

Woof woof, "Da Bai, hurry and go! My master is back!"

Woof woof, "Really?"

Woof woof, Da Huang nodded nervously. "Yes! If he finds out, he’ll definitely laugh at me."

Woof woof, Da Bai tilted her head in confusion. "Why would he laugh at you?"

Woof woof, As Ye Fan’s scent grew stronger and closer, Da Huang became even more anxious. "I’ll explain later. I’ll come find you again late tonight."

Woof woof... After barking twice, Da Bai quickly ran off.

Watching Da Bai leave, Da Huang hurriedly cleaned up the "battlefield," doing his best to make sure Ye Fan wouldn’t notice anything out of place.

"Da Huang! Da Huang! We’re home!"

Just one second after Da Huang finished cleaning up, Nuonuo’s voice rang out as she pushed the door open.

Woof woof…

Da Huang quickly adjusted his demeanor, ran over to Nuonuo, and wagged his tail enthusiastically to greet her.

Then, Ye Fan walked in with a knowing smile on his face.

This made Da Huang feel extremely guilty, and he didn’t dare meet Ye Fan’s gaze.

Instead, he walked straight past Ye Fan and over to Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng, seeing Da Huang behaving so sweetly and warmly, reached out and patted his head.

"Da Huang, were you a good boy while we were gone today?"

Woof woof…

Da Huang barked a few times, stuck out his tongue, and nodded as if to say, "Of course I was!"

Just as Da Huang was trying his best to act cute, Ye Fan’s mocking voice came from the side.

"Oh wow, looks like we came back too late. Miss Bai already left."

Ye Qingcheng looked confused and asked, "Miss Bai?"

Ye Fan glanced at Da Huang, then explained, "Oh, just a woman from the neighboring village with the last name Bai."

"Ye Fan, how do you know her?"

"I don’t. Da Huang knows her."

As he said this, Ye Fan pointed his finger at Da Huang, who was squatting nearby with his head hanging low.

"Da Huang?"

That made Ye Qingcheng even more puzzled than before.