Chapter 28 Not long after the phone call ended, Yang…
Not long after the phone call ended, Yang Hao had a notice board made overnight.
Meanwhile, Xiaoping'an Supermarket also issued an apology statement on its official accounts on various platforms, apologizing for not limiting the purchase of Lingmi rice. They said they had learned their lesson and that the next batch of Lingmi rice after March would definitely be subject to purchase limits. Please stay tuned.
At the same time, to express their apology, all goods at Xiaoping'an Supermarket will be 20% off for the next two weeks.
This statement served as free advertising for both Xiaoping'an Supermarket and Lingmi, and discussions about Lingmi have remained high.
A reporter surnamed Zhou arrived at Xiaoping'an Supermarket at this time.
Unlike other reporters who immediately interviewed the staff and owner Yang Hao of Xiaoping'an Supermarket, he focused on the supermarket's customers.
He squatted at the supermarket exit, and whenever he saw someone carrying cabbage or bok choy out, he would go up and interview them.
His questions were all mundane, such as what dishes he was planning to make that day, or if he had any tips for cooking.
Then ask the customers for their opinions on Xianshan Farm and the owner behind it.
"My opinion? The vegetables are great, but a bit pricey. But I don't eat them every day, and one cabbage can last for several days and keeps very well, so it's totally affordable."
"There aren't enough vegetables. Please grow more. If the boss doesn't mind, I can help grow vegetables for free. Just send me a cabbage every week."
"Who owns Xianshan Farm? I don't care who it is, whether it's a man or a woman, beautiful or ugly, I'm not interested. As long as the vegetables taste good and have no harmful side effects, that's all that matters. Why do I have to care who grew the vegetables? What's wrong with me?"
People in Ling'an City pride themselves on living at the foot of Xuanling Immortal Mountain. They love to use the term "immortal mountain" in their advertising slogans for shops and companies. Over the years, the citizens have become accustomed to it and have not shown much interest in the founder behind this Immortal Mountain Farm.
Only some young people are paying attention to this matter. When asked by reporter Zhou, someone joked, "As long as the owner of Xianshan Farm is not Li Chang'an, it's fine."
Reporter Zhou then asked, "Why?"
The man said, "Because I used to be his hater and I cursed him."
"What if it really is?"
"Then I'll go from hating to being a fan."
...this flexible stance.
By the end of the morning, reporter Zhou had already collected a considerable amount of material.
Of course, these interviews alone are not enough to write a high-profile news story.
Reporter Zhou's initial target was the founder behind Xianshan Farm.
Some people online speculate that this person is Li Chang'an, since nearly three months ago, after inheriting Xuanling Immortal Mountain, Li Chang'an said he wanted to farm and raise pigs.
However, no one has any direct evidence.
Reporter Zhou wanted to verify whether Li Chang'an was indeed the owner of Xianshan Farm. If so, he was just like that entertainment reporter back then, picking up a hot news story.
He simply moved to the neighborhood and would get up in the middle of the night every day to wait outside the Xiaoping'an Supermarket to see where the fresh produce delivery trucks came from.
After identifying a truck, reporter Zhou followed it once, only to find that it was not a delivery truck from Xianshan Farm.
After staking out the area for two more days, reporter Zhou discovered that a car would arrive near Xiaoping'an Supermarket every morning around six o'clock.
This person arrived early in the morning, before the Xiaoping'an Supermarket even opened.
Reporter Zhou had a gut feeling that something was wrong.
So he followed the car and discovered that the owner had gone to the market to buy a lot of vegetables before returning to Qingfeng Mountain.
When Qingfeng Sect opened for business, reporter Zhou bought a ticket and entered, only to discover that the car owner was none other than Xie Xuan, the Grand Elder of Qingfeng Sect.
The Qingfeng Sect's dining hall was famous, so it was normal for Xie Xuan to go out early in the morning to buy ingredients.
But why did he go to Xiaoping'an Supermarket before buying groceries?
Reporter Zhou couldn't think of an answer, and a vague idea began to emerge in his mind: it seemed like he had been going in circles all along.
His goal was to verify whether Li Chang'an was the owner of the Immortal Mountain Farm, so why didn't he just go to Xuanling Immortal Mountain to stake it out?
Even if that's not the case, there's still something to write about in this news story.
Suddenly, his mind was clear. That night, reporter Zhou secretly sneaked into Qingfeng Mountain, taking only the small paths, but he was also afraid of any danger in the mountains. In the end, he arrived at the back of Qingfeng Mountain with trepidation.
Zhou, the reporter, was already panting heavily, carrying a camera and a travel bag.
Looking at the golden entrance to Xuanling Immortal Mountain, Reporter Zhou wiped his sweat, his eyes filled with reverence.
It was only a little past one in the morning when reporter Zhou took out a waterproof mat and lay down under a tree.
Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
Although it was already July, the mountain nights were still quite chilly, and reporter Zhou gradually curled up from the cold.
He only woke up groggily when someone patted him on the shoulder and he felt a warmth throughout his body.
A handsome face was right in front of me.
"Are you alright?" the person asked in a clear voice.
"It's alright," reporter Zhou replied instinctively.
The next second, his eyes widened and he sat up straight: "You! You are Li Chang'an!"
Li Chang'an squatted down in front of him, withdrew the hand that had transferred a little spiritual energy, and smiled, saying, "It's me."
Reporter Zhou glanced at Li Chang'an, then at the entrance to Xuanling Immortal Mountain: "You, how did you get here?"
Before Li Chang'an could speak, a Qingfeng Sect disciple beside him angrily said, "Shouldn't we be asking you that question?"
"How did you get up here?!"
The disciple's gaze fell on the camera next to Reporter Zhou, and then he noticed his muddy shoes and clothes covered in grass clippings and leaves. He suddenly realized, "Oh! You sneaked in by bypassing Qingfeng Sect, didn't you? I'm really impressed. You reporters are really brave. In the middle of the night, you deliberately go to some deserted place in the mountains. Aren't you afraid that some wild beast will suddenly appear and eat you?!"
"If anything goes wrong, they'll blame it on the Qingfeng Sect!"
The reporter blushed at his disciple's words, his lips trembling but unable to utter a rebuttal.
Because every word his disciple said was correct, he had no way to refute it.
The disciple rolled his eyes and said, "You'll stop at nothing to get trending news. Don't you know which is more important, money or your life?"
"You're lucky. If you had come half a month earlier, you probably would have run into that snake demon. In the middle of nowhere, the police wouldn't have arrived so quickly, and you would have been dead without a trace."
The disciple's words struck Zhou's heart like a heavy hammer, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back: "A demon... there might be a demon here?"
The disciple scoffed, "Human cultivators aren't the only ones coveting the Xuanling Immortal Mountain."
Although none of the Qingfeng Sect members possessed spiritual roots, they were still a cultivation sect and knew a little about these things.
The cultivators coveted the spiritual treasures in Xuanling Immortal Mountain, and naturally, the high-level demons that had gained sentience also did.
However, most cultivators are now inferior to Mr. Li in cultivation level, and they no longer go to his door to humiliate themselves, but the high-level demons don't care about such things.
Reporter Zhou felt a wave of fear wash over him.
He had some self-defense items in his travel bag. He had thought about whether wild animals or something might appear last night, but he never thought about demons.
Now that spiritual energy is depleted, there are very few demons in the Cangxuan Realm who can develop intelligence. Humans like him have long forgotten the dangers of demons.
"I...I'm sorry, I didn't think it through and almost caused you trouble." Reporter Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up and apologized sincerely.
Seeing that his attitude was good, the disciple pursed his lips and didn't pursue the matter any further: "Alright, thankfully nothing bad happened."
After the two finished speaking, Li Chang'an, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke up: "You came to Xuanling Immortal Mountain under cover of night to find me, right? Is there something you want to ask?"
Reporter Zhou stared blankly at Li Chang'an, never expecting Li Chang'an to have such a good temper.
He suddenly remembered that in the past five years, no entertainment reporter had ever captured Li Chang'an with a dark expression.
"I... I wanted to see if you were the owner of Fairy Mountain Farm..."
After reporter Zhou finished speaking, Li Chang'an remained silent for a long while.
Reporter Zhou was somewhat apprehensive.
Is she getting angry?
To his surprise, Li Chang'an smiled helplessly and asked him in return, "Is it really that hard to guess?"
He never intended to hide it, is that hard to guess?
Reporter Zhou was stunned: "Huh?"
Li Chang'an added, "It is me. The 'Fairy Mountain' in Fairy Mountain Farm refers to the Xuanling Fairy Mountain."
Reporter Zhou: !
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, thought carefully, and said, "Actually, it doesn't seem so surprising."
He seemed to have unconsciously accepted that the owner of Xianshan Farm was Li Chang'an.
"Many people online have guessed this, but there's no concrete evidence..."
Without empirical evidence, those people are less willing to believe it.
After all, just a while ago they were criticizing Li Chang'an for his narrow-mindedness, for wasting resources and being stupid, but now they're impressed by the cabbages and bok choy he grows and are praising Xianshan Farm again and again. Isn't that a bit too ironic?
Therefore, most people are unwilling to believe it.
It's somewhat self-deceptive.
Li Chang'an understood.
"Alright, now your guesses have been proven correct. Let's pack up and head back."
After Li Chang'an finished speaking, he saw that reporter Zhou nodded before turning and leaving.
As reporter Zhou packed his things, he noticed that his backpack and clothes were wet.
It was probably wet from the morning dew.
Reporter Zhou suddenly remembered that he felt very cold while he was sleeping, and his throat and nasal cavity were somewhat uncomfortable at the time.
When Li Chang'an woke him up, he immediately felt warm, and the discomfort in his throat and nasal cavity disappeared.
Did Li Chang'an do something?
Reporter Zhou stared blankly at the edge of the clear pool.
Li Chang'an stood there, and beside him, a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect held a palm-sized wooden box, into which large cabbages and bok choy flew out automatically.
It looks like a magical artifact.
"That's a food storage box; it keeps food fresh and prevents it from spoiling," explained the Qingfeng Sect disciple beside him.
They would put the Chinese cabbage and cabbage into a storage box, and the elder would deliver them to Xiaoping's supermarket when he went to buy ingredients.
With food storage containers, it's effortless and easy.
No wonder no other reporters photographed the trucks supplying goods to Xianshan Farm, because they didn't use trucks.
Reporter Zhou instinctively reached for his camera, hesitated for a moment, and then asked Li Chang'an, "Um, may I take a picture?"
Li Chang'an looked over, smiled, and said, "Go ahead and take the picture."
"Thank you!" Reporter Zhou said excitedly, and took out his camera.
He thought for a moment and then pointed the camera at Li Chang'an.
In the shot, Li Chang'an stands relaxed, with the entrance to Xuanling Immortal Mountain to his side and behind him, where golden runes flow and release a sacred light.
"Crack—"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
