I Have an Immortal Emperor Uncle Who Farms at Home Chapter 32: A Trade for a Trade

Just as Qiu Lichen was about to finish off Song Lianjun, the mysterious powerful figure guarding Ye Qingcheng finally took action.

With nothing but the pressure of his voice, he forced Qiu Lichen to his knees, cowering in panic.

If Ye Fan hadn’t specifically told Da Huang that he needed to keep calm, avoid killing, and absolutely not reveal his true identity. Da Huang would’ve already returned to his true form and swallowed the man whole.

"Good thing… I managed to keep my life."

Qiu Lichen, blasted out of Ye Fan’s house, endured the pain as he stumbled away, heading out of the village.

He had originally thought that Ye Fan’s family were just ordinary people, but it turned out even Song Lianjun. Some old man clinging to life, was a powerful cultivator.

More importantly, there was that mysterious figure whose voice alone struck fear, but who never revealed his face.

"Forget it. If I keep pushing this, it’ll only end in total ruin."

Qiu Lichen had made up his mind and started walking toward the Wang family estate.

Right at that moment, Ye Fan happened to be passing by on his rusty old tricycle, with Nuonuo sitting in the back.

But Ye Fan didn’t even glance at Qiu Lichen.

……

That night, during dinner:

"Ye Fan, we really have to thank Old Master Song today. If it weren’t for his help, we wouldn’t have known what to do."

Ye Qingcheng still felt uneasy about what had happened earlier. Fortunately, Song Lianjun had stepped in and driven the enemy away.

"Hahaha, Miss Ye, it was nothing at all. Besides, you saved my life, didn’t you?"

Song Lianjun was in high spirits.

First, he got to help Ye Qingcheng and gain some favor, well, to be precise, he made a good impression.

Second, he finally got to meet Ye Fan, the person he had been waiting for.

"Big Sis, are you alright?"

Of course, Ye Fan already knew everything that had happened. But since Da Huang was around, he hadn’t been too worried.

Still, as a good little brother, he felt he ought to check in anyway.

"Don’t worry, Ye Fan. I’m fine," Ye Qingcheng replied. Then she turned to ask Nuonuo, "Nuonuo, were you well-behaved at school today?"

"Mama, stop worrying already. When am I ever not good?"

As she said that, Nuonuo picked up a piece of meat and popped it into her mouth.

Hahaha…

Earlier, on the way back from the Hao Xiang Hotel, Ye Fan had reminded Nuonuo not to tell Ye Qingcheng what had happened, so she wouldn’t worry.

Nuonuo, being the sensible girl she was, of course understood.

"Chen Zhihao, Han Cong, eat some more," Ye Qingcheng said as she picked up some food and placed it on their plates.

"Thanks, Sis," the two replied in unison.

Ye Fan watched as his sister served food to his two sworn brothers and said with annoyance, "Don’t you two have hands of your own?"

"Ye Fan, what are you saying? They rarely get a chance to visit," Ye Qingcheng scolded him while giving him a glare.

Chen Zhihao ignored Ye Fan and continued speaking: "Sis Qingcheng, your cooking is still as delicious as ever."

"Exactly! So good!" Han Cong chimed in.

"You two are still the same. Now that you’re here, make sure you eat a lot."

That left Ye Fan speechless.

He thought to himself, "If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have let you guys come over."

Meanwhile, Song Lianjun hadn’t spoken a word since his earlier comments. After all, at the dinner table, he was just an outsider.

……

Soon after dinner, Chen Zhihao and Han Cong didn’t stay long before they left.

Now, the only outsider left in the house was Song Lianjun.

Ye Fan noticed that Song Lianjun still hadn’t left. The guy had already eaten two meals at their place. He’d seen thick-skinned people before, but never this thick.

"Uncle Song, it’s already late, aren’t you going home?"

But Ye Qingcheng interjected, "Uncle Song, didn’t you say you had something to ask Ye Fan?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Lianjun dropped to his knees in front of Ye Fan.

"Mr. Ye, I’ll never forget that you saved my life."

This sudden scene caught even Ye Qingcheng off guard. She hadn’t expected Song Lianjun to kneel in front of Ye Fan.

How could this be appropriate?

"Uncle Song, please don’t do that," Ye Qingcheng said as she hurried forward, trying to help him up.

But Song Lianjun paid her no attention. He just knelt there silently, waiting for Ye Fan to respond.

Ever since Ye Fan walked into the room, Song Lianjun had sensed that this young man wasn’t ordinary even if he looked no older than eighteen.

On top of that, anyone who could nurture plants infused with spiritual energy had to have some powerful background, no matter how low-key they seemed.

"Ye Fan, say something! How could you just let an old man kneel in front of you like that?"

Seeing that Ye Fan said nothing and simply continued sipping his tea, Ye Qingcheng became anxious and urged him.

"Uncle Song, please get up first."

Hearing Ye Fan finally speak, Song Lianjun supported his now sore knees and stood up.

Then Ye Fan turned to Ye Qingcheng and softly said, "Sis, take Nuonuo inside first. I need to talk to Uncle Song."

"What is there to talk about that you can’t say in front of me?"

"Sis, just go inside."

Seeing Ye Fan’s firm attitude, Ye Qingcheng had no choice but to take Nuonuo inside the house.

"Uncle Song, go ahead and say whatever you need to."

As he spoke, Ye Fan also gestured for Song Lianjun to take a seat.

"Mr. Ye, first of all, thank you…"

But as soon as Ye Fan saw Song Lianjun was about to repeat himself, he quickly raised a hand to interrupt him.

"Stop. Hearing that kind of talk too much gets annoying."

"Yes, yes!" Song Lianjun laughed awkwardly, then continued, "I would like to ask Mr. Ye to help me restore my strength to its peak."

"Help you restore your peak strength? Why would I be qualified to do that?"

"Mr. Ye, I believe anyone who can nurture plants with spiritual energy isn’t just an ordinary person and besides, you have spiritual spring water here."

After hearing that, Ye Fan wasn’t surprised.

After all, Song Lianjun had once reached the Foundation Establishment stage, so he had some understanding of spiritual energy.

Song Lianjun continued, "If Mr. Ye could spare me just a little bit of the spiritual spring water, I believe I could recover my full strength."

"Hmm… Seems like you know quite a bit."

"I only learned these things from reading some ancient books."

"But why should I help you?"

"Well…"

At this point, Song Lianjun didn’t know how to respond.

After all, they didn’t have a close relationship and Ye Fan had already saved his life once.

"I wonder… what does Mr. Ye want in return?"

"Uncle Song, it’s not about what I need, it’s about what you have. Do you have anything worth exchanging for my spiritual spring water?"

Ye Fan’s expression remained calm.

To him, there wasn’t really anything in this world that he particularly cared about. At least, for now.

Even Da Huang, who was quietly sitting nearby, felt helpless for Song Lianjun.

After all, his master lacked nothing.

If you say he lacks money, just the spiritual vegetables and fruits he grows could sell for unimaginable prices.

If you say he lacks power even the Heavenly Dao of Earth had submitted to Ye Fan.

If you say he lacks women. Well… actually, Ye Fan might really be lacking in that area.

Thinking of this, Da Huang couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

After following his master for tens of thousands of years, he had never seen Ye Fan with a single woman.

Maybe that was one of the reasons his master stood unshaken in the world of cultivation.

Meanwhile, Song Lianjun’s mind was racing, trying to recall whether his family possessed anything valuable enough to exchange for spiritual spring water.

Ye Fan wasn’t in a rush.

As long as the other party could name something that interested him, that was enough.

After thinking for a moment, a certain item popped into Song Lianjun’s mind.

"Mr. Ye, I do have something that might interest you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"It’s a stone bone. Though it’s a bone, it’s incredibly strange. It doesn’t melt under high heat or burn in fire, and it gives off a faint, mysterious aura. Though it’s definitely not spiritual energy."

After hearing the description, Ye Fan’s mind flashed with a thought, though he also felt a bit doubtful.

"Something like that exists on Earth? Could it have been left behind… by them?"

If it really was something that group left behind, then things were about to get interesting for Ye Fan.

Still, he would have to inspect it in person to be sure.

Then Ye Fan asked again, "Uncle Song, may I ask, where is this item? Can I see it?"

But when asked about its location, Song Lianjun looked troubled and sighed repeatedly.

"Ah… That item is in the ancestral grounds of the Song family. I hid it in a very secret place."

"Uncle Song, as long as you bring me the item, I’ll give you the spiritual spring water you want."

"But…"

"But what?"