I Have an Immortal Emperor Uncle Who Farms at Home Chapter 22: The Mysterious Voice

Ring ring...

"All right, class dismissed," After Liang Huaiyu finished speaking, his gaze fell on Ye Fan, who was still fully focused on the podium.

"This kid... he's really paying attention in class," He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Then he said to the students below the podium, "If there’s anything you didn’t understand from that test just now, you can ask Ye Fan."

After giving that instruction, Liang Huaiyu left the classroom with his textbook in hand.

As soon as he was gone, the room erupted into chatter. Chen Zhihao and Han Cong immediately rushed up to Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan, how did you manage to sit through an entire class with your eyes wide open like that?"

Ye Fan had returned to his seat after solving the problem on the blackboard, and even now, he looked completely focused. It was something most people simply couldn’t maintain.

But after a while, they still didn’t hear a single response from Ye Fan, and his eyes remained fixed on the podium.

Sensing that something was off, Han Cong waved a hand in front of Ye Fan’s face to test him.

Even in that moment, Ye Fan didn’t blink at all.

Han Cong said suspiciously, "What the, don’t tell me he fell asleep like that?"

"Ye Fan’s truly a legend. He can sleep with his eyes wide open."

Just as the group gathered around to watch, Ye Fan’s soul returned to his body from the Divine Realm.

"You’re the one who was asleep. I was deep in thought."

Chen Zhihao smirked and said, "Come on, man. What were you thinking about that kept you like that the entire class?"

Ye Fan shot Chen Zhihao a fierce glare and said with mock anger, "I was thinking about how to shut your mouth."

That glare was enough to make Chen Zhihao quickly change the subject. "Right, Ye Fan. Mr. Liang said you scored 149 on your math test? How did you do that?"

At the mention of Ye Fan’s grades, Li Qingyue, who had been diligently taking notes also leaned over, curious to listen.

She was genuinely curious how Ye Fan, who had missed an entire year of school, could score even higher than she did.

Ye Fan glanced at the crowd of curious classmates. He really didn’t know how to explain it, he certainly couldn’t just say he used deduction and simulations.

"Uhh... I don’t know either. I just kept working through the problems, and somehow I understood them."

His words instantly made everyone roll their eyes.

"Dude, you might as well have said nothing," Han Cong said, clearly annoyed.

Seeing that everyone had lost interest in what just happened, Ye Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"All right, you guys go do your thing. I still need to rest."

Just as Ye Fan was about to lie down and continue sleeping, Chen Zhihao complained, "Rest, my ass! We’ve got Mr. Zhao’s class this afternoon."

"Mr. Zhao… Zhao Longyun?"

As soon as Zhao Longyun was mentioned, Ye Fan immediately remembered that burly ex-soldier. Every time they had his PE class, it took at least three days for his body to feel normal again.

But for Ye Fan, that kind of training was nothing more than one of the countless intense regimens he endured on the fantasy continent.

Unfortunately, for regular folks like Chen Zhihao and the others, it was absolute torture.

"Yeah, we’ve got to run the 1,000-meter test again this afternoon."

As Chen Zhihao finished speaking, an image of his own miserable, sweat-drenched self after running flashed in his mind.

"Chen Zhihao, stop talking. The more you talk, the more anxious I get," said a nearby male classmate, waving his hand in frustration.

"Exactly! I’m really done with Mr. Zhao. We’re in our senior year already, can’t he just let us study in peace? But no, he keeps saying, ‘You are the future of Huaxia. Your physical fitness must meet the standard,’" Han Cong chimed in.

"What about you, Ye Fan? How are you feeling about it?"

"Oh, I feel nothing."

But Ye Fan’s completely nonchalant expression stunned both Chen Zhihao and Han Cong.

"Oh? You feel nothing? You’re actually the one I worry about the most, Ye Fan."

"Why?"

"Who doesn’t know you’re the weakest one in class? Every time we run, it’s me and Han Cong who have to carry you back!"

"Damn, you actually remember that?"

To be honest, a year ago, "weak" really was the perfect word to describe his past self. It was also one of the many reasons he was rejected by so many sects when he first arrived on the fantasy continent.

"Of course I remember. After all, you were even worse than me in that department."

Hahaha... As soon as Chen Zhihao said that, everyone around burst out laughing. Even Li Qingyue couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.

"Chen Zhihao, this afternoon I’ll show you just how strong I’ve become."

"Damn, Ye Fan, I’m a guy!"

"I know, man. What are you even thinking?!"

"Ye Fan, don’t worry. You don’t need to feel bad at least your grades are still better than mine."

"I don’t feel like talking to you. I’m going to eat."

"Hey, Ye Fan! Wait up for us!"

……

Ping’an Village

Knock knock…

"Excuse me, is this where Ye Fan lives?"

Early that morning, Song Lianjun had come alone to Ping’an Village, using the address given to him by Yang Hu.

After arriving in the village, he asked around and was guided to Ye Fan’s house.

"Coming!"

Ye Qingcheng responded, and a moment later, she appeared at the front entrance and opened the courtyard gate.

But when she saw Song Lianjun’s face, it felt strangely familiar like someone she should know but she just couldn’t recall exactly who he was.

"And you are…?"

"Miss Ye, it’s me. That day in the village at the foot of the mountain, you all came to visit me."

At that, Ye Qingcheng’s eyes lit up as the memory flashed in her mind: when they brought the elderly woman back home, they had taken a quick glance at a patient lying in bed.

Since Song Lianjun had been coughing up blood at the time, she had only taken a brief look before leaving the house with Nuo Nuo. The impression hadn’t been very deep.

"Oh! You’re… that Mr. Song?"

"That’s right."

Seeing that Ye Qingcheng remembered him, Song Lianjun felt a bit more at ease. After all, he had come today to ask for a favor.

Ye Qingcheng was inwardly shocked, this was someone who, not long ago, had been at death’s door.

"Mr. Song, please come in."

"Thank you. Sorry to trouble you."

"It’s no trouble at all."

As she spoke, Ye Qingcheng warmly invited Song Lianjun into the house.

Woof woof…

Just as Song Lianjun stepped into the courtyard, Da Huang suddenly ran up and crouched in front of him.

But instead of wagging its tail in welcome, Da Huang stared directly at Song Lianjun, its eyes filled with suspicion.

Da Huang instantly saw through Song Lianjun’s cultivation level. "This man is a cultivator but his strength hasn’t fully recovered. Still, why is he visiting my master’s home?"

Meanwhile, Song Lianjun was startled by Da Huang not because it was just a dog, but because he could feel an intense, terrifying aura coming from it, as if the beast could devour him at any moment.

Facing Da Huang, Song Lianjun didn’t dare to move a muscle. He simply stood there, silently hoping Ye Qingcheng would turn around and notice him.

Sure enough, Ye Qingcheng turned back to look and saw Song Lianjun standing still, not daring to move.

"Mr. Song… what’s going on?"

As she spoke, Ye Qingcheng’s eyes fell on Da Huang. She apologized politely, "Sorry about that, Mr. Song."

"Da Huang, he’s a guest. Don’t bark at him."

After scolding Da Huang, Ye Qingcheng turned back to Song Lianjun and said again, "Mr. Song, please come in. Da Huang’s always like this, don’t worry."

"Alright."

Under Ye Qingcheng’s reassurance, Song Lianjun cautiously stepped into the courtyard.

Even so, Da Huang still wasn’t at ease. He followed closely beside Ye Qingcheng, keeping a constant watch on Song Lianjun with a piercing gaze, as if to say, "The moment you show bad intentions, I’ll devour you on the spot."

But just as Song Lianjun stepped into the courtyard, a refreshing wave of spiritual energy swept over him.

"This... this is spiritual energy—so rich and pure!"

Foundation Establishment Stage—after breaking through from the Body Refining Stage, not only can one sense spiritual energy, but the body can also begin absorbing it.

Following the flow of the spiritual energy, Song Lianjun sensed something even more potent—a source of spiritual spring water.

"Spiritual spring water? There's actually something like that here?"

But just as excitement began to stir in his heart, a distant, commanding voice rang in his ears, filled with authority:

"Boy, I suggest you don't get any funny ideas, or else…"

"Who’s there?!"

Suddenly, Song Lianjun shouted in alarm, startling Ye Qingcheng.

"Mr. Song, what’s wrong?"

But Song Lianjun didn’t answer. His eyes scanned the courtyard, and finally landed on Da Huang, who still wore a blank, expressionless look.

"…It’s him?"