Chen Ye felt guilty in his heart.
He had promised to heal her legs, but after leaving, there was no news for months.
In the past six months, he had experienced life and death outside, indeed thrilling.
But for the little girl who pinned all her hopes on him, wasn’t this waiting without news also a kind of torment?
Lin Jinghua’s face tightened, seeing Chen Ye sigh, he thought Chen Ye was having difficulty and quickly said:
"If the steward has no free time..."
"Elder Lin, no need to say more."
Chen Ye shook his head with a smile, signaling Lin Jinghua to be reassured,
"Jin’er is my registered disciple. As her master, I should visit her both emotionally and logically. You distribute the Spirit Stones to our fellow Daoists, and I will find Jin’er myself."
"Thank you, steward!" Upon hearing this, Lin Jinghua wept with gratitude and was about to kneel to Chen Ye.
"Don’t, don’t."
Chen Ye was startled, secretly worried.
From Lin Jinghua’s excited reaction, it seemed the situation over there with Jin’er was worse than he expected?
Indeed.
What is most terrifying is not eternal darkness, but the short-lived illumination of light...
Watching everything improve.
Lin Jin’s legs gradually recovered, the pain of Cold Flame no longer, she was brought out of the courtyard by him, venturing into a broader world, their relationship gradually warming.
Yet at this moment, he suddenly disappeared, only returning to Lisong Valley half a year later.
After explaining some matters of the valley to Lin Jinghua, Chen Ye did not linger, turning and heading towards the villa in the inner valley.
Lin Jinghua, on the other hand, dazedly held the heavy bag of Spirit Stones, only snapping out of it once Chen Ye’s figure completely vanished.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement and sorrow in his heart, turned around, and loudly declared:
"Ladies and gentlemen! The steward is back! The lord hasn’t forgotten everyone’s kindness! The steward has ordered, everyone who stayed loyal and steadfast in the valley for the past six months will be rewarded!"
"Good!"
"The steward is righteous!"
The Medicinal Farmers erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers!
Lin Jinghua’s face showed a genuine smile, he opened the Spirit Stone Bag, ready to distribute them by headcount.
But when he opened the bag, his eyes instantly went blank.
"So... so many Spirit Stones?" He incredulously poured the Spirit Stones from the bag onto the ground for easy distribution later.
Upon closer inspection, there were more than a thousand Spirit Stones!
Counting himself and Li Dageng, there were only twenty-three people left in the valley.
These more than a thousand Spirit Stones...
Each person could get as many as fifty Spirit Stones!
Knowing that each Medicinal Farmer’s salary was around ten Spirit Stones, these fifty Stones were equivalent to half a year’s salary!
"Lin... Steward Lin,"
A Medicinal Farmer asked stammeringly,
"What does... the steward mean by this?"
This amount of Spirit Stones was indeed too much, beyond their expectations.
What they didn’t know was that with Chen Ye now wealthy, spreading money was naturally much more generous than before.
What’s more, these Medicinal Farmers had stayed in the valley after many trials.
Worth drawing in, to strengthen the foundation of Lisong Valley.
"The steward orders!" Lin Jinghua gritted his teeth, steeling his heart, and loudly announced, "There are twenty-two brothers left in the valley, loyal and steadfast! Today, as a reward from the steward, each person receives... fifty Lower Grade Spirit Stones!"
The entire Medicinal Garden erupted!
All the Medicinal Farmers’ faces showed expressions of ecstasy, secretly grateful they stayed in Lisong Valley.
Truly, people die for money and birds die for food.
These fifty Spirit Stones, after covering family expenses, could also be used for cultivation, perhaps enough to directly elevate their Realm by a layer!
The reason they were stuck in the early period of Qi Cultivation was due to a lack of resources.
Though they could earn some Spirit Stones daily, who among them didn’t have a family? Who didn’t want their children to succeed?
Even if the great Dao was emotionless, and cultivators were supposed to discard all emotions and desires for cultivation.
But saying it is easy, who can easily let go?
If they could let go, they wouldn’t be ordinary Medicinal Farmers, they would have long been demon hunting in the Three Thousand Great Mountains!
...
The light in the room was like diluted ink, murky and thin.
The silhouette on the wheelchair was so frail it almost melted into the dimness.
Her satin-like black hair draped smoothly over her soft shoulders, falling elegantly to her slender waist.
The waist was so slender it was astonishing, like a weak willow in the wind, even if enclosed with both hands, one could encircle this slender waist.
Amidst the delicate, there was a hint of frailty, but it didn’t detract from her aura, instead, adding a touch of poignant beauty.
Below, straight slender legs were slightly pressed together.
On her knees lay a rabbit-shaped doll, battered and deformed.
"Liar..."
Her thin lips parted slightly, her voice so soft it was almost invisible.
Perhaps due to illness, the lips showed a faint rosy hue.
The girl’s jade-like fingers held a silver needle, suspended above the doll, hesitating to pierce it.
Until the sound of wind rustling through the bamboo grove came from outside the window, she seemed to think of something, trembling, the silver needle in her hand fiercely plunged into the doll’s eyes, once, twice, three times...
"They’re all... liars..."
She gasped, her delicate chest heaving violently, black hair falling, deeply burying half of her face in shadow.
She should have known.
From that day when he forced a smile, saying he liked her doll, it was all a sham.
She knew she shouldn’t resent him.
Clearly, family, her cultivation, even her gradually recovering legs, were all thanks to him...
But precisely because of this.
When she crouched in the dark corner behind the window, watching that forever bright and gentle smiling man, playing, laughing with two other little girls.