The Crazy Son-In-Law

After leaving the manor, Xiao Shun headed to Riverland Bay.

As Yang Tian had mentioned, Song Ling’er was indeed practicing alchemy in the villa’s alchemy room. Despite her quirky personality, she was quite competitive at heart. Yang Tian’s recent advancements in alchemy were significant, threatening her position as the senior disciple. To avoid being surpassed by her junior, Song Ling’er had to intensify her training.

“Master, when did you return?” Song Ling’er asked, puzzled upon seeing Xiao Shun sitting in the living room.

“I just got back yesterday,” Xiao Shun replied with a faint smile. “If you want to practice alchemy, why not go to Pellet Pavilion? Why come back home?”

Although Pellet Pavilion wasn’t officially operational yet, it was fully equipped for alchemy practice.

Song Ling’er explained, “The furnaces there aren’t as handy as my own.”

Shaking his head helplessly, Xiao Shun continued, “I should be returning to Stillwater the day after tomorrow. What about you?”

“Master is leaving?” Song Ling’er was taken aback.

“Yes,” Xiao Shun sighed. “I’ve been in Harrow for over a month now. Things here are almost settled; it’s time to go back.”

Harrow was now entirely under his control. The biggest problem, the Tan family, had been dealt with the previous night. There was no reason to stay any longer.

After a moment of contemplation, Song Ling’er said, “If Master is going back, I’ll go with you. My junior and I have been refining Starline Health like crazy; we have enough to last Starline for more than half a year.”

Xiao Shun nodded. “No need to worry about Starline Health. I’ve already discussed it with Zhou Tianheng. The Zhou family will handle Harrow’s products from now on. As for Pellet Pavilion at the martial school, Ning Zhiyuan’s disciple Hu Bugui will take over.”

Xiao Shun had handed over the management and supply of Starline Bio to the Zhou family earlier that day. Since Song Ling’er wasn’t a local of Harrow, she couldn’t stay indefinitely to manage product distribution.

Xiao Shun also entrusted Pellet Pavilion’s operations to Hu Bugui and Zhou family’s disciples; they would oversee Pellet Pavilion’s affairs in Harrow from now on.

That morning, Xiao Shun handled numerous matters, setting development plans for New School Society after his departure.

“What about my junior?” Song Ling’er couldn’t help but ask.

Xiao Shun looked at her helplessly. “Your junior took a small amount of Chromatic Earth today; who knows what he’s up to.”

“Master, after spending some time with my junior, I’ve noticed he seems to have many secrets,” Song Ling’er mused.

“Heh, I figured that out long ago…” Xiao Shun smiled but paused before continuing. “He might have his reasons for not sharing.”

Song Ling’er nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Xiao Shun patted her shoulder and smiled. “Don’t think too much about it. Prepare yourself; we’ll return to Stillwater tomorrow night!”

With that, he left Riverland Bay.

Meanwhile…

Yang Tian appeared alone in the dense forests of Changbai Mountain.

Changbai Mountain was over a thousand kilometers from Harrow. He had been in Harrow that morning and was already here now-truly tireless.

“Heh heh, with Chromatic Earth, Pei Ji Grass can survive. This way, Grandpa’s illness…”

Yang Tian’s lips curled into an excited smile as he pushed through the underbrush toward a specific spot in the forest.

This area was deep within Changbai Mountain and could be described as desolate and uninhabited.

After trekking for over two hours, Yang Tian finally reached a small creek amidst lush greenery.

The water flowed gently and was crystal clear.

Not far away…

An old man dressed in simple clothes with white hair was fishing serenely by the creek, blending into the surroundings.

Seeing the old man, Yang Tian called out excitedly, “Grandpa!”

The old man shook his head slightly and gestured towards the creek with his hand, indicating he was fishing and should not be disturbed.

Yang Tian shrugged helplessly and placed a black clay jar at his feet before sitting down to rest.

After a day’s journey, he was quite tired.

At that moment, the old man’s fishing rod began to tremble slightly. Soon enough, a strong force bent the bamboo rod significantly-clearly indicating a fish had taken the bait.

The old man smiled faintly and flicked his wrist effortlessly, pulling a seven or eight-pound fish out of the water and onto the creek bank.

Seeing this scene, Yang Tian remarked with a smile, “Grandpa, it seems your strength is recovering.”

“Heh heh, still far from it,” the old man shook his head helplessly before looking across at Yang Tian with curiosity. “Why have you come back?”

In response, Yang Tian patted the clay jar beside him and raised his eyebrows proudly.

“Heh heh, I came with good news! Considering your grandson traveled thousands of miles to see you today, Grandpa must show off some culinary skills!”

The old man glanced at the jar with deep curiosity.

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The quiet and cold atmosphere enveloped Changbai Mountain.

A small fire illuminated a tiny area within the mountain’s depths.

By the creek…

Yang Tian drooled over the grilled fish roasting by the campfire; his stomach growled loudly!

“The fish is ready for you. Now tell me why you’ve returned this time,” said the old man as he took a sip of wine without taking his eyes off the clay jar beside Yang Tian.

Yang Tian laughed heartily; his relieved laughter echoed through the silent forest.

After calming down, he looked at his grandfather excitedly. “Grandpa! There’s a way to heal your injuries!”

As soon as he finished speaking, an ethereal glow emanated from the clay jar-a mesmerizing fragrance filled the air.

Seeing this scene, the old man’s expression changed dramatically as he exclaimed, “Chromatic Earth!”

“Indeed! This is none other than Chromatic Earth,” Yang Tian replied proudly while tearing off a piece of fish meat to chew on-the taste unchanged from years past; Grandpa’s culinary skills were impeccable!

The old man walked over to Yang Tian’s side and examined a handful of Chromatic Earth closely before looking at his grandson in disbelief.

“Five hundred years ago, this divine substance was secretly given to someone by Antarctica House and then disappeared without a trace. How did you find it?”

Clearly knowledgeable about ancient secrets-the old man’s identity must be extraordinary!

“It wasn’t me who found it,” Yang Tian explained. “My master acquired it from Hanging Flask Inn!”

“Hanging Flask Inn?” The old man pondered deeply.

“Ah yes! Considering Damian Southcastle’s friendship with Hanging Flask Inn’s owner back then-it’s not surprising this ended up there.”