A cold man in white clothes, holding a long sword, looked slightly surprised when he saw Yun Zheng. Then he smiled and called out, "Zheng Zheng."

Feng Xinglan walked towards Yun Zheng and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that we would meet so early."

"I didn't expect that either." Yun Zheng responded with a smile. If she counted carefully, the last time she and Feng Xinglan met was two days ago.

At this moment, Feng Xinglan noticed her expression and the blood stains on her white clothes. He frowned, "Are you injured?"

Yun Zheng nodded: "Yeah, I was injured a little."

Feng Xinglan silently tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, raised his eyes and glanced around, with an attitude that hinted at a fight, and asked, "Where is the person who hurt you?"

"Dead."

Yun Zheng said this calmly, her eyes fell on his left arm, where he had been cut, blood was oozing out, and the exposed wound was a bloody mess.

She was quite surprised and asked in a deep voice, "Who hurt you?"

"I had a fight with some undead not long ago. Zhengzheng, don't worry, I won." There was a hint of pride in his tone.

After saying that, Feng Xinglan suddenly thought of something. He lowered his eyes to look at Yun Zheng and said shyly, "When I was fighting, I accidentally broke someone else's belongings, and then I..."

"Again, compensation for the spiritual jade?!" Yun Zheng raised her eyebrows.

Feng Xinglan choked, then nodded uncomfortably.

Yun Zheng stared at him, "How many are left now?"

"Less than 10%."

Yun Zheng: “…” Lan, you are worthy of being me. It’s only been two days.

She took a deep breath, then took out a small stool and placed it beside her, sighing, "Sit down, I'll soon be poor too."

"Why?" Feng Xinglan sat down and skillfully moved his long legs forward.

Yun Zheng told him about the contract with the Taotie. When Feng Xinglan finished listening, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said in agreement, "Raising a Taotie does waste your spiritual jade, but you don't have to worry too much about it. After all, Taotie eats everything."

She was comforted.

His next words were, "Zheng Zheng, would you mind keeping me as an extra? I can be your sparring partner, or I can do the hard labor."

Before Yun Zheng could answer, a dark figure appeared in front of them as fast as lightning. The next moment, Feng Xinglan raised his scabbard to block a big fist from the person who came.

"Bang!"

Di Nian stared at the cold man in white with cold eyes, "You little white face, you actually want to deceive my child."

Feng Xinglan was confused: "?"

Seeing his helpless expression, Di Nian became even angrier. When he raised his hand to teach Feng Xinglan a lesson, Yun Zheng stopped him.

"Uncle, calm down..."

Di Nian sneered: "Don't be fooled by him. He actually wants you to support him. Go away and let your uncle teach him a lesson."

The cold man in white showed confusion, "Uncle?"

"What qualifications do you have to call me uncle?!" Di Nian was furious. When he was about to rush to Feng Xinglan to beat him up, Yun Zheng held him back tightly.

Di Nian was being pulled by his niece, unable to move. He glanced down at her strangely, and a thought crossed his mind: How could this little girl be so strong?!

Did you grow up eating iron?

Yun Zheng held him back and quickly explained, "Uncle, he's my friend. He was just joking with me."

"friend?"

"It's a friend for life and death."

Upon hearing this, Di Nian's anger and anger gradually subsided. He looked at Yun Zheng suspiciously, then turned to look at the man in white who had already stood up.

Feng Xinglan raised his hand and bowed, giving Di Nian a junior salute, then said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Hello, senior, I am Zheng Zheng's friend, Feng Xinglan."

"Are we really just friends?" Di Nian asked cautiously.

Feng Xinglan nodded calmly: "Yes."

Seeing that he looked clear-headed and didn't evade, Di Nian relaxed his nerves. He apologized, "I'm sorry. I misunderstood you just now."

When Feng Xinglan heard this, he subconsciously glanced at Yun Zheng and thought to himself, didn't Zheng Zheng tell Senior Di Zun about the existence of the Emperor?

Yun Zheng turned her head to meet Feng Xinglan's puzzled gaze, her heart trembling slightly. She secretly sent a message to Feng Xinglan.

"It's just what you think."

The two of them had some tacit understanding, and Feng Xinglan nodded to show that he understood.

Then, Yun Zheng looked up at Di Nian and changed the subject: "Uncle, what did you do just now?"

Di Nian came back to his senses instantly, with a happy arc on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand, and a ginkgo nut appeared in his hand. He stuffed the ginkgo nut into her palm and said nonchalantly:

"Here you go, a meeting gift."

"Linxian Fruit..." Yun Zheng lowered her eyes and stared at the white fruit for two seconds, then looked at him in confusion, "Why do you have it, uncle?"

Di Nian smiled and said, "Actually, there are two Linxian Fruit-bearing trees in the Laoyue Mountains, but the other one is hidden in a very secluded place. And that one was the one your uncle used Qiongzhi Spiritual Liquid to regenerate a few years ago, so not many people know about it."

Coincidentally, the two vines bore fruit on the same day.

Yun Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and she handed the ginkgo fruit back to him, "Uncle, you eat it."

"Hmm?" Di Nian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I think you need it more, Uncle." Yun Zheng explained, "I heard that you participate in the Lingtian Conference every year, but you always fail..."

Di Nian's face was serious, and he interrupted in a firm tone, "Yun Zheng, there is absolutely no reason to take back the things your uncle gave you. Just keep them."

Yun Zheng was frightened by his serious voice. She looked up at him. His eyebrows were picturesque, his face was like peach petals, and his lips were bright red. When he had a cold face, he looked like a handsome evil spirit.

Suddenly, Di Nian raised his hand and pushed back the ginkgo that Yun Zheng handed to him. There was a dark look in his eyes, but his tone softened.

"But did it scare you?"

"No." Yun Zheng shook her head honestly.

Di Nian didn't believe it, and said quietly, "You're just being stubborn. Ordinary people would be terrified when they see your uncle's cold face."

Yun Zheng's face was filled with black lines, "Uncle, you are too narcissistic."

“That’s called seeking truth from facts.”

"You're exaggerating."

Di Nian and Yun Zheng exchanged a few more "friendly" words, and finally Yun Zheng accepted the "Linxian Fruit" from her uncle as a gift.

Di Nian glanced at Feng Xinglan standing beside him calmly, then looked at Yun Zheng and asked, "I'm going to the Giant Territory next. Do you want to go with your uncle, or go to the Shen Ye Dynasty and wait for your uncle first?"

"What are you going to do?" Yun Zheng asked.

Di Nian's expression was calm, but a strange glint flashed in his eyes. He said slowly, "Get something."

Yun Zheng pursed her lips and asked the question in her heart, "Uncle, have you been away from home for so many years just to find mother?"

Di Nian didn't say anything, but he agreed.

"I saw grandpa, he missed you."