I Have an Immortal Emperor Uncle Who Farms at Home Chapter 29: Vanished into Thin Air

Just moments ago, after Zhang Tuhu received his superior’s urgent order, he quickly left with the rest of the officers in tow.

This made Lai Jian’an extremely frustrated. After all, he had invested a lot of money in those people over the years.

Only after the police were gone did Chen Zhihao finally relax. He knew that someone behind the scenes had handled things.

He sneered at Lai Jian’an and said, "Looks like the cops don’t take orders from you after all."

Lai Jian’an and the others might not have realized it yet, but the person who made Zhang Tuhu retreat in such embarrassment—and even had his own boss sweating bullets, was none other than Chen Zhihao’s aunt: Zheng Xiuxian.

"So what if they don’t? It doesn’t change a thing."

As soon as he said that, Lai Jian’an’s expression turned sharp and hostile. Without any hesitation, he charged toward Ye Fan and the others.

Chen Zhihao had been raised by his grandmother and had never seen anything like this before. But seeing that Ye Fan and Nuonuo were behind him, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward anyway.

"Kid, I’ll give it to you, you’ve got guts. Just not much of it."

As an ordinary human, he was no match for Lai Jian’an, a cultivator in the Body Training stage. In just a blink, Chen Zhihao was sent flying and collapsed on the floor.

Ye Fan saw this and chuckled teasingly, "Chen Zhihao, are you okay or not?"

"Ye Fan, it’s easy for you to talk while sitting there doing nothing!" Chen Zhihao shot him a glare, then stared down Lai Jian’an. "Damn it, I’m not giving up."

He forced himself back to his feet, wincing in pain, and prepared to go at Lai Jian’an again.

"Ye Fan, you guys run. I’ll hold them off!"

"Run? None of you are getting away."

Ye Fan, still lounging on the sofa, shook his head as he looked at Chen Zhihao’s back.

"Enough, Chen Zhihao. You’re not his match."

At that moment, Ye Fan stood up, placed a hand on Chen Zhihao’s shoulder, and gestured for him to sit down.

"Ye Fan, you..."

"It’s okay. Leave the rest to me."

As he spoke, Ye Fan motioned for Chen Zhihao to stay quiet and just watch.

"Don’t worry, Uncle Chen. My uncle is really powerful," Nuonuo said sweetly, gently massaging the spot where Chen Zhihao was hurt.

Chen Zhihao didn’t take Nuonuo’s words seriously. He just kept his eyes locked on the enemy, ready to jump back in if anything went wrong.

Lai Jian’an stared coldly at Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan, you brought this on yourself."

"Then come and see what happens."

Ye Fan’s calm and emotionless expression rattled Lai Jian’an, he’d never seen someone so composed, not even when facing enemies stronger than himself. And Ye Fan was still just a high schooler.

"What a show!"

In a flash, Lai Jian’an charged forward. As a cultivator in the Body Training stage, he didn’t possess spiritual energy yet, but his physical body was already several times stronger than an average person’s.

"So fast!"

Chen Zhihao and Wang Scar cried out in alarm.

"Ye Fan, watch out!"

Chen Zhihao shouted.

To him, Lai Jian’an moved like lightning. But to Ye Fan, he might as well have been crawling like a turtle.

The corner of Ye Fan’s mouth curved into a smirk, and in an instant, he vanished and reappeared behind Lai Jian’an. All that remained in his original spot was a faint afterimage.

Hua Jueshan was the first to react.

"Young Master Lai, behind you!"

But it was already too late.

Ye Fan reached out, grabbed Lai Jian’an’s head, and with a slight lift, pulled him completely off the ground.

Just now, Chen Zhihao had witnessed with his own eyes what could only be described as magical.

"Damn, Ye Fan, are you Superman or something? That was insane!"

"Uncle Chen, my uncle is super amazing!" Nuonuo chimed in proudly.

"Hahaha, that’s right, your uncle is incredible."

Chen Zhihao laughed as he gently patted Nuonuo on the head, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Ye Fan.

"Kid, y—you let go of me!"

Lai Jian’an struggled and shouted from Ye Fan’s grasp.

Ye Fan looked at him calmly and chuckled, "I’ll let you go but I have one condition."

"You little punk, you’re playing with fire. You dare try to bargain with me?"

Behind him, Hua Jueshan shifted into a combat stance and warned, "Kid, I suggest you let go of Young Master Lai. Otherwise..."

Without turning around, Ye Fan spoke softly, "Go ahead, old man. You can try too."

"I don’t believe it. You think you can defy the heavens now?"

As soon as Hua Jueshan finished speaking, he lunged toward Ye Fan from behind, throwing a powerful punch at his back.

"Kid, you brought this on yourself!"

Boom! Hua Jueshan’s fist landed squarely on Ye Fan’s back.

Because it happened so fast, Chen Zhihao only had time to shout, "Ye Fan, watch out!"

Under Ye Fan’s hand, Lai Jian’an grew excited, bursting into laughter.

"Hahaha! Ye Fan, let’s see how arrogant you can be now!"

But the noisy room suddenly went dead silent, and Lai Jian’an sensed something was wrong.

"What happened?" he asked after a pause.

"Wang Scar, say something!"

After a long silence, Wang Scar stammered, "Brother Jian’an… Ye, Ye Fan, he…"

"What about him? Say it already!"

"He’s fine. And... Uncle Hua’s arm… it looks broken."

Before Lai Jian’an could ask further, he saw Hua Jueshan clutching his shattered arm, wailing, "My arm! Ahhh… my arm!"

Just moments ago, Hua Jueshan had thrown his full strength into a punch at Ye Fan’s back. But to his shock, Ye Fan was completely unharmed. Meanwhile, Hua’s own arm had been broken by the force of the rebound.

"Y—you're not in the Body Training stage? You're at the Foundation Establishment level?"

At the mention of "Foundation Establishment," Lai Jian’an immediately felt weak in the knees. He knew all too well the massive gap between those two realms.

"No, you’re not Foundation level. I don’t sense any spiritual energy. What kind of demonic technique did you use?"

Hua Jueshan refused to believe Ye Fan was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He himself was at the peak of the Body Training stage, close to breaking through, and was already attuned to sensing spiritual energy yet he felt none from Ye Fan.

Ye Fan smiled faintly.

"Demonic technique? Please. You think I use that kind of trash?"

Without another word, Ye Fan tossed Lai Jian’an toward Hua Jueshan, sending the two crashing hard into each other.

Then Ye Fan casually walked over, picked up a nearby stick, and without saying a word, started whacking both of them across the butt.

Thump… Thump!

"Enough! Ye Fan, stop right now!"

"Stop? Nuonuo said that disobedient students need to be spanked."

Ye Fan continued swinging the wooden stick, delivering over a dozen hits before finally stopping.

"This is just a small lesson. If something like this happens again, it won’t be this simple."

After speaking, Ye Fan turned his head and motioned to Chen Zhihao, "Let’s go, time for dinner at my place."

But Chen Zhihao was still caught up in the scene of Ye Fan mercilessly beating Lai Jian’an and Hua Jueshan.

"Uncle Chen, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Let’s go, Nuonuo, let’s head home."

Then Chen Zhihao picked up Nuonuo and followed Ye Fan out of the Hao Xiang Hotel.

After Ye Fan left, Wang Scar signaled Huang Mao to help the two up.

"Brother Jian’an, Uncle Hua, are you guys okay?"

"Damn it… If I don’t get revenge for this, I swear I’m not human!"

Lai Jian’an gritted his teeth, enduring the pain radiating from his buttocks.

Hua Jueshan’s expression grew darker and more ruthless. He had already started calculating his next move in his mind.

"Master Lai, bad news!"

Suddenly, a man rushed in from outside the room, shouting in panic.

"You want to die? What do you mean bad news?"

"Master Lai, several of our venues have been shut down, and a lot of our men have been arrested."

"What? What happened exactly?"

"Just a moment ago, people from the National Security Bureau arrested them on charges of drug trafficking, illegal gambling, and kidnapping. And that’s not all, someone using a mysterious account is aggressively dumping our stocks. We’ve already lost over three million, and the losses are still growing!"

Hearing that, after already taking a beating, Lai Jian’an felt a tightness in his chest. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot.

Very quickly, everything that Lai Jian’an owned vanished into thin air.