I Have an Immortal Emperor Uncle Who Farms at Home Chapter 23: Dumb Dog

Song Lianjun never imagined that he would encounter spiritual spring water, something he’d never seen in his entire life right in Ye Qingcheng’s home.

But just as he was feeling overwhelmed with excitement, a voice filled with pressure and authority suddenly echoed in his ears, seemingly from nowhere. Startled, he couldn’t help but shout, "Who’s there?!"

However, there was no one else around.

Ye Qingcheng was also startled by his outburst and asked in confusion, "Mr. Song, what’s wrong?"

But Song Lianjun didn’t respond to her right away. At that moment, he was so shaken by the mysterious pressure that his entire body trembled, and cold sweat soaked his back.

His eyes scanned the area and landed on Da Huang.

"Could it be him?"

However, he quickly dismissed such a ridiculous thought. Turning to Ye Qingcheng’s puzzled face, he forced a response, "Oh… nothing. It’s nothing."

Seeing that he insisted nothing was wrong, Ye Qingcheng didn’t press the matter further and instead said warmly, "Mr. Song, please have a seat."

She gestured for him to sit.

"Thank you, Miss Ye."

As soon as he sat down, Song Lianjun got straight to the point, saying, "Miss Ye, I came here today mainly to thank you for saving my life."

"What? Mr. Song, you must be mistaken."

Ye Qingcheng was utterly surprised that he claimed they saved him. That just sounded like a joke to her.

But Song Lianjun insisted firmly, "No, Miss Ye, it was definitely you who saved me."

"But… we didn’t really do anything."

"Do you remember that when you came by, you gave me a head of cabbage?"

"I do," Ye Qingcheng recalled for a moment and then added, "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Hahaha, Miss Ye, don’t play dumb. I’m sure you know better than I do."

Even so, Ye Qingcheng still looked genuinely confused and replied, "I’m really sorry, Mr. Song. I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about."

"That cabbage, then?"

"You mean that cabbage? My little brother grew it. He always says his cabbages can cure all kinds of illness, and he gives them away for free if fate brings people to us."

"Your brother?"

"That’s right, the young man from that day."

"May I ask, is he home now?"

"Sorry, Mr. Song. My younger brother and my daughter both left early this morning for school."

"In that case, would it be alright if I wait here for them to return?"

"Of course, no problem at all. It’s almost mealtime anyway, I’ll go prepare some food."

"Then I’ll trouble you for that, Miss Ye."

"You’re too polite, Mr. Song."

Ye Qingcheng glanced again at Da Huang, who was crouched nearby, and reminded him, "Da Huang, don’t bite anyone, okay? Or you’ll be in big trouble."

After warning Da Huang, Ye Qingcheng headed to the kitchen, leaving one man and one dog alone in the courtyard.

Seeing Ye Qingcheng leave, Song Lianjun looked around the area.

"What a pity... my current cultivation is only at the Body Refining Stage, I can’t absorb the spiritual energy around me."

But when his gaze landed on the source of the energy, a wave of temptation surged in his heart. He desperately wanted to rush into the backyard and gulp down that spiritual spring water.

Even just one sip, he thought, could restore him to peak condition perhaps even help him break through to the late Nascent Soul Stage.

By then, even if the Kuang, Yan, and Song families united against him, they would be no match. His day of revenge would be right around the corner.

But the memory of that mysterious voice from earlier forced him to calm down.

He knew that anyone capable of speaking directly into his mind, even at a low level, had to be at least a Golden Core cultivator. If he dared make a move, he’d likely be dead before he could act.

Soon after, Ye Qingcheng returned from the kitchen carrying a plate of fruit, interrupting Song Lianjun’s train of thought.

"Mr. Song, the meal will take a little more time. Please have some fruit while you wait."

Looking at the plump fruits on the stone table, Song Lianjun exclaimed in surprise, "These are… rambutans?"

Ye Qingcheng thought he might not like them and quickly apologized, "Sorry, Mr. Song. This is the only fruit we grow at home."

"What? You grow them yourselves?"

Rambutans typically only grow in hot, tropical regions in the south, and their cultivation conditions are extremely demanding. But this family not only grew them, they looked incredibly fresh and full.

"Yes, my younger brother planted them. Mr. Song, try one!"

Unable to resist, Song Lianjun peeled one. As soon as the skin came off, a fragrant wave of spiritual energy drifted out.

He wondered to himself, "No way… is this fruit actually infused with spiritual energy?"

Seeing the surprised expression on his face, Ye Qingcheng asked curiously, "What is it, Mr. Song?"

"Oh nothing, just didn’t expect rambutan to taste this good."

"I think so too. My brother even told me to eat more of them, they’re good for my complexion!"

As she spoke, Ye Qingcheng gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Mr. Song, take your time. If it’s not enough, there’s more in the backyard. I can go pick some later."

"No need to trouble yourself, Miss Ye. May I pick them myself later?"

Since the backyard was mentioned, how could Song Lianjun pass up the chance? He had already sensed something unusual. As long as Ye Qingcheng agreed, he’d likely get the opportunity.

Without a second thought, Ye Qingcheng nodded. "Sure, but the backyard might be a bit messy."

This left Da Huang a little uneasy.

"No problem at all."

"Then help yourself, Mr. Song. I’ll go back to cooking."

With that, Ye Qingcheng turned and returned to the kitchen.

Once she was inside, Song Lianjun gathered his courage and walked toward the backyard.

But just as he was about to slip in smoothly, Da Huang once again stepped in front of him to block the way.

Woof woof…

Seeing this, Song Lianjun said, annoyed, "Your master already gave me permission to pick freely. What now? Are you really thinking of biting me?"

But to Song Lianjun, Da Huang was still just a fierce watchdog. He didn’t think too deeply about the dog’s mysterious identity.

His words put Da Huang in a dilemma. If he let him in, he’d be going against Ye Fan. If he didn’t, he’d be disobeying Ye Qingcheng.

Oh man, what am I supposed to do now?

However, seeing the smug expression on Song Lianjun’s face only made Da Huang more irritated. In the end, he chose to follow Ye Fan’s orders.

After all, if he disobeyed Ye Fan, the worst was a scolding. But if he went against Ye Qingcheng, the consequences might be much worse.

Most importantly, his master had made it clear before: no outsiders were allowed inside the home. If any did, he'd break the dog’s legs.

Woof…

Da Huang barked twice at Song Lianjun, then turned and lay down at the back courtyard door, eyes locked on him.

At that point, Song Lianjun realized there was no chance this dog would let him through.

"Ugh, you dumb dog, can’t I even take a look?"

Woof! Woof!

But as soon as he said that, Da Huang barked even louder.

"I really can’t take it anymore! And you dare call me a dumb dog? If it weren’t for Master saying I need to work on my temper because I have too much killing intent, I would’ve swallowed you whole by now!"

Hearing the dog bark louder made it very clear: "No entry means no entry."

And since this was Ye Fan’s home, barging in wasn’t an option. If he upset that mysterious figure, he’d be in serious trouble.

So, Song Lianjun gave up on his idea of sneaking a peek. Instead, he returned to his seat and resumed eating rambutans.

Thankfully, the rambutans still contained quite a bit of spiritual energy, enough to help him slowly recover some of his cultivation.