The Peach Mountain District is located in a remote area.
Precisely because of this, the Peach Mountain District was not much affected by the magic disturbances of the demon cultivators.
The streets were bustling with lively crowds.
After the flying boat reached the outskirts of Lisong Valley, Bai Susu didn’t linger much. She had the important sect mission of purging traitors. After dropping off Chen Ye and the others, she rode the flying boat, turning into a streak of flowing light, heading to the market outpost to find the stationed cultivators of the Lingyin Sect.
Once the immense pressure dissipated.
Chen Ye adjusted his robe, took a deep breath of the valley’s unique fragrant grass and wood scent, and turned to smile at his three disciples, saying:
"Let’s go, follow your master home."
"Alright!"
Qing Jun and Zhiwei were quite familiar with the place since they had lived there for a long time and often played around the valley.
Only Jin’er, who had always stayed at home without going out, now looked at this place, both familiar and unfamiliar, gently clenching the sleeves of her robe.
The group walked along the mountain path into Lisong Valley.
The current Lisong Valley, managed by Chen Ye, was unlike the past.
The spirit fields of the Outer Valley were crisscrossed, with the flourishing spirit rice resembling golden waves, brimming with the essence of spirit stones.
Due to Chen Ye’s numerous contributions to the sect, Lisong Valley now almost seemed like half his private property—so long as he could meet the sect’s standards, the remaining spiritual soil or spirit plants were at his disposal.
As the largest medicinal garden in the Peach Mountain District, Lisong Valley could provide him a pure income of about two hundred spirit stones every month.
That’s no small amount.
It equates to earning a lower-grade magical treasure in a year for Chen Ye.
Along the way, many spiritual farmers paused their work upon seeing Chen Ye, respectfully greeting him:
"Chief Chen!"
"The Chief is back!"
Chen Ye nodded and smiled gently, leading his disciples directly to a spirit plant garden in the Outer Valley.
It was an area he had specifically allocated for the Lin family couple to manage, formerly used to grow Silver Scale Flowers, but now for the cultivation of spirit plants needed for the Concentration Pill.
He planned to refine Concentration Pills to accelerate the cultivation of the Seven Luminaries Soul Nourishing Technique.
After all, the cultivation of this technique was indeed slow; even now, only two stars had been illuminated.
Before they even got close, they heard a robust shout:
"Be quick with your tasks! This batch of Purple Star Grass was specifically entrusted by Chief Chen—if there’s any mistake, how could we be worthy of his kindness?"
On the field ridge stood a middle-aged man with dark skin, donned in steward attire, directing several spiritual farmers in weeding.
Though gray at the temples, he was vigorous and straight-backed, clearly living a fulfilling life.
Beside him, a woman was carefully inspecting the leaves of the spirit plants, her movements skilled.
They were none other than Lin Jin’s parents, Lin Jinghua and Mother Lin.
In the past, they were just ordinary medicinal farmers in the Peach Mountain District, facing much cold treatment, but now they had become stewards of Lisong Valley.
Moreover, their daughter was now a disciple of Chen Ye—who was currently a prominent figure in the Lingyin Sect, at the Foundation Establishment Middle Period, a trusted confidant of the True Inheritor Bai, and an instructor at Baopu Peak, with extraordinary status.
Savvy individuals knew well that when the True Inheritor Bai advanced further, perhaps achieving the Golden Core, Chen Ye’s status might rival that of the Sect Master!
Of course...behind the scenes, there were also those who secretly lamented: Charming Man Beguiles the Sect!!
In any case,
because of Chen Ye, Lin Father and Lin Mother’s status rose with the tide.
Even the Foundation Establishment Guardians who regularly inspected the sect had to politely greet them as Steward Lin upon meeting the couple!
"Elder Lin. Haven’t seen you in a while, you’ve tanned quite a bit, nearly the same skin tone as Gen."
Chen Ye spoke gently.
He had long been conflicted over this address.
Since he was the father of a disciple, he had to be courteous, so Chen Ye simply continued to address Lin Father as "Elder" as before.
Of course,
this "Elder" was a respectful term for an elder, not a father-in-law...
Lin Jinghua’s body trembled violently.
This voice, he knew it too well!
He hurriedly turned around, and upon seeing the young man standing with his hands behind his back, poised and in a blue robe, joy overwhelmed his face.
"Chief Chen!?"
Lin Jinghua disregarded the dirt on his hands, quickly patting his clothes, pulling the woman beside him along, and hastily approached. He respectfully bowed: "Subordinate greets Chief Chen! I didn’t know the Chief was returning to the valley today, apologies for not welcoming you from afar, please forgive me!"
Even though Chen Ye courteously called him "Elder," he knew well that Chen Ye was a great benefactor to their whole family!
This "Elder" was the Chief’s kindness, but if he dared to act superior because of his age, that would be reckless.
Chen Ye smiled and gently helped them up, spiritual power flowing, preventing them from bowing down: "Steward Lin, no need for such formalities. Here in the Outer Valley, you’re my right-hand man; there’s no need for such courtesies between us."
As he spoke, he stepped aside, revealing the girl behind him who had been keeping her head down.
Chen Ye looked at Lin Jinghua and his wife, a meaningful smile curling his lips: "Instead of bowing to me, why not see...who has returned?"
The Lin couple were taken aback.
Instinctively, they lifted their heads, their gaze crossing over Chen Ye, landing on the girl in the flowing cloud dress.
The girl had a graceful figure and extraordinary aura, her vestment robe awash with brilliance, clearly not of mundane quality.
Initially, Lin Jinghua dared not believe it was her.
After all, when their daughter left home, she was sallow and thin, having to sit in a wheelchair.
Yet when the girl slowly raised her head, revealing eyes brimming with tears, how could that familial connection be overlooked?
With a clang,
the spiritual spade in Mother Lin’s hand fell to the ground, striking the stones on the field ridge.
"Jin...Jin’er?"