CHAPTER 329: CHAPTER 283

She ages slower than ordinary people, and even in the harsh conditions in Shanghai, her appearance seemed unchanged. She frequently gave him strange pills to eat. Now that he thought about it, it must be because she is a cultivator.

"Don’t worry, I’ve marked her. As long as she is in Beijing, I can track her movements." Lan Tian thought that Ji Feng was worried that Mei Lan was engaging in dirty tricks behind the scenes, which is why his face looked so awful. The depression in Ji Feng’s heart vanished upon seeing Lan Tian’s smile; after all, it was all in the past.

"Her Spiritual Energy is mixed and impure, not like it’s gained from normal cultivation, and she has lost her Primordial Yin," Lan Tian searched through the Sea of Consciousness for recorded information and truly found a case similar to Mei Lan; the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Mei Lan was in such a condition, "She seems like she has been harvested by someone. No, it should be said, the person teaching her Cultivation harbored ill intentions, teaching her the Furnace Tripod Technique, aimed for harvesting, just unsure if Mei Lan knows about this."

Ji Feng’s expression was as disgusting as if he had swallowed a fly. Lan Tian’s words reminded him of an incident in his previous life. After their wedding night, he didn’t see the ’red’ on the bed from Mei Lan. At the time, he had vaguely asked Mei Lan; she said she fell from a bike once, hitting that area, bleeding a lot, and was terrified, crying sorrowfully. Since then, Ji Feng never asked again and didn’t further investigate.

A bolt from the blue, Ji Feng felt a buzzing in his ears and his mind went blank; he thought he was a fool in his previous life.

"Are you all right?" Ji Feng’s behavior was odd in the afternoon, making Lan Tian somewhat concerned as he seemed okay in the morning but now looked like he had received a heavy blow. Lan Tian thought a bit and found that Ji Feng became like this after she brought up Mei Lan.

Could it be... Lan Tian’s eyes brightened.

"Do you like that Mei Lan?" Lan Tian winked, thinking he caught on to the truth, confident like he was catching Ji Feng’s weak spot. Upon hearing her words, Ji Feng nearly choked on his saliva. Before he could respond, he listened as Lan Tian joked about him.

"Don’t be shy, it’s perfectly natural for men and women to marry. If you like a girl, just go and pursue her," Lan Tian encouraged him, "But then again, with your icy demeanor, girls might get scared seeing you. Let me tell you, next time you see a girl, give her a smile, don’t look like you’re unapproachable. If the girl is interested in you, and she sees that expression, she’ll back off too. You hear me? Smile, you must smile, and make sure it’s a good, natural smile."

Ji Feng, "..." There’s no one more pitiful than him in the world, his beloved person was encouraging him to pursue another girl.

"I feel dizzy. I’m going back to my room for some quiet. Your bedroom is arranged next to mine; just go there yourself." After saying this, Ji Feng left, needing to sort out these matters.

"Ah, what’s wrong with your head? Where does it hurt? Let me take a look." Hearing that Ji Feng was unwell, Lan Tian no longer felt like teasing him. Seeing Ji Feng not coming over, she walked towards him.

Ji Feng curled his lips, knowing this would divert her attention, and waved his hand, "No need, I’m fine. I just got up too early this morning and was worried about you encountering trouble on the road. I’m just a bit drained, a nap will fix it."

"Really, you’re okay?" Lan Tian didn’t quite believe his words.

"If you don’t believe me, come and take my pulse." Ji Feng stretched out his hand, offering it for her to check his pulse. Lan Tian stared at Ji Feng for a few seconds, then waved him off, "Alright, go rest. You’re still weak; don’t overthink."

Lan Tian did not return to her room, but went to the kitchen to search for a while, failing to find tools like hoes or sickles. After all, she was a guest, and it wasn’t appropriate for Lan Tian to rummage around everywhere. She thought about finding some other tools to replace them.

A service soldier, seeing her wandering aimlessly in the room like a headless fly, could no longer stand it and approached her, "Mr. Mo, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help you."

"Hoe." Lan Tian said, "Do you know where it is? It’s not in the kitchen."

The service soldier smirked, this isn’t the countryside, the hoe is placed behind the kitchen door, girl, look at this estate, would a hoe be kept in the kitchen?

He knew where the hoe was, but he had to ask the necessary questions. In some hands, a hoe could be considered a weapon, right? For everyone’s safety, it’s better to ask, "What do you need the hoe for?"

"I want to plant a peach tree in the backyard." Lan Tian pointed to the garden she had toured during the day, which was abundant in Spiritual Energy. Planting Little Tao there would be beneficial for it.

Before entering the room, the Crown Prince had instructed them to accommodate Mr. Mo’s requests. Lending Mr. Mo a hoe to plant a peach tree was a small request, and he could manage it.

"Wait here, I’ll go get the hoe." The service soldier fetched the hoe and went with Lan Tian to the back garden. They passed a corner bush, and asking the service soldier to wait, Lan Tian went behind the bushes. Her Divine Sense swept over the corner, finding no one hidden nearby, a rustling sound was heard, and she came out from behind holding a peach tree as thick as an infant’s arm.

The service soldier’s eyes twitched; it turned out the girl had already hidden the peach tree here. You are really not shy, treating this estate as your backyard, hiding a tree here as you please. Next time you want to hide a person, would you bring them into the estate too? Initially skeptical when he saw her empty-handed, seeing this peach tree erased all his doubts; clearly, the girl was simply here to plant a peach tree.

Lan Tian picked a good spot, and the service soldier, sweating profusely while digging the hole—just walking under the scorching sun was enough to drench one in sweat, much less digging. He was as soaked as if he had been pulled out from water. Lan Tian hid in the shade to cool off while supervising. She only stopped him when she was satisfied with the pit, handed him the peach tree to plant, and then walked away nonchalantly.

The room was arranged according to Lan Tian’s preferences, with sky-blue curtains, classical furniture, an office on one side, a bedroom on the other, separated by a landscape screen. To the left of the office was a small space with a low tea table and other items; the wide open window allowed a view of the blooming water sleeve flowers outside.

Lan Tian instantly liked this room, circled around it, and stood at the window, looking out at the large patches of blue and white mixed water sleeve flowers, her eyes lighting up.

She lit some sandalwood in the room, prepared the ink, spread out the paper, placed a paperweight, focused, and began to write Cleansing Heart Technique on the paper.

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Mo Junhua arrived with reinforcements. When they arrived, the clash between the two sides was intense. As it was in the suburbs, using guns would attract attention. The attackers and the hostages both tacitly did not bring out weapons, resulting in a hand-to-hand combat.