Shu Chen eventually bought the three-courtyard house.
He thought he was being discreet, but little did he know that his actions were being watched by Lin Hengjin and Wen Ji.
"Strange, why is Senior Brother Shuchen buying a house? Is he perhaps going to follow Junior Sister Weiwei's example and start a business?"
Wen Ji chuckled, "That location is mostly bought for living, maybe he has a girl he likes."
Lin Hengjin looked at Wen Ji with a somewhat subtle gaze, feeling conflicted for a moment, unsure whether he should say what was on his mind.
Wen Ji couldn't stand the weak scholar's hesitant, stammering manner.
"Men should marry when they come of age, and women should marry when they come of age. What's so strange about your senior brother buying a house in town?"
This statement is not surprising, as it is rather cliché. In the cultivation world, no one has been able to successfully ascend to immortality for nearly ten thousand years.
In an environment where spiritual energy is becoming increasingly scarce, everyone has come to accept that cultivating immortality is simply an enhanced version of physical fitness, while daily life still involves getting married and having children to provide some enjoyment.
Wen Ji naturally felt that buying a house was not a big deal, and that if a man didn't have a decent place to live when he reached a certain age, how could he get married?
Lin Hengjin ultimately didn't say anything more. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that Shu Chen's gaze towards Junior Sister Weiwei lately was like a cat seeing a fish or a dog seeing a bone—exceptionally intense.
That kind of fanaticism, where one wants to tear someone apart and devour them, always has a kind of demonic and crooked quality.
A hairpin carved from fiery red jadeite, depicting a phoenix spreading its wings, appeared before them. Wen Ji asked Lin Hengjin like a child showing off a treasure, "Brother, what do you think of my Phoenix Fire Jade Hairpin?"
"Although this can't compare to the real Phoenix Marrow Fire Jade, it's still an excellent auxiliary item for fire spirit cultivators." Wen Ji's eyes were filled with relief and satisfaction. He had finally resolved a major issue that had been on his mind for a long time, and he whispered to himself, "I searched through our entire storeroom and finally found such a treasure!"
Lin Hengjin smiled but remained silent, finding men who were deeply in love to be incredibly silly and adorable.
How could a grown man like him tell whether his junior sister Weiwei liked the hairpin or not?
"They're beautiful! If Brother Wenji could make a few more small items to display in the shop, Junior Sister Weiwei would be even happier!"
Completely unaware that he had been tricked into doing extra work, Wen Ji foolishly dragged Lin Hengjin back to the sect's weapon-refining room to refine weapons...
They are now engaged in a new round of intense hammering.
Inside the Peach Blossom Cottage, Zhu Yi helped Song Xiaohua clean the squirrel's nest again. A bunch of little squirrels were sleeping beside the sleeping Song Xiaohua, purring softly and cozyly.
On the day Xue Shan was assassinated, Song Xiaohua couldn't bear the sudden divine blessing and gave birth more than ten days early. Song Dahei cried and wailed beside her.
Fortunately, Zhu Yi had prepared a lot of life-saving pills for Song Xiaohua beforehand. Song Xiaohong and Song Xiaozong were not afraid of danger and gave Song Xiaohua the pills as soon as she had an attack, taking care of her so that she could give birth smoothly.
Ultimately, more squirrels mean more power, and the squirrel team at Peach Grove Cottage welcomed their second generation to a happy life here.
After putting away the jade pendant, Lin Hengjin reported the shop's renovation progress to Zhu Yi. At the end, he didn't forget to specifically remind Zhu Yi: Senior Brother Wenji is very diligent. He volunteered to make many small decoration ideas and asked Weiwei to help him take a look...
Zhu Yi was completely bewildered. She read the message several times before finally figuring it out in the afterglow of the setting sun: Wen Ji liked Weiwei and was making many efforts to get closer to her.
Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things clearly. Weiwei still doesn't realize that she's a very charming girl.
Therefore, Zhu Yi decided that she would keep this secret tightly under wraps and observe Wen Ji carefully in the coming days. It seemed that Shu Chen was also there, as the way he looked at Weiwei was also very strange.
Ugh, those sweet, youthful campus romance stories are just so cloying.
That's what Zhu Yi was thinking. Before she knew it, she had walked into the alchemy room. The wafting fragrance of the pills soothed her little worries.
Weiwei's cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled. Seeing Zhu Yi return, she ran over like a little lark to share her joy: "Junior Sister, look! I've refined a mid-grade pill!"
"Let me see! Our Weiwei is amazing!" Zhu Yi coaxed Weiwei in a tone that sounded like a big sister.
At this moment, Wei Weiwei was still immersed in the joy of her alchemy and leveling up, and did not pay attention to these details.
The round, plump ping-pong ball in her hand was kind of cute. Zhu Yi took a small bite, and the strong, bitter taste went straight to her head, making her tears flow involuntarily.
"I guess I'm still no good..." The little lark's face paled, all her previous joy gone. She hung her little head, looking very dejected.
Zhu Yi patted Weiwei on the shoulder: "Weiwei, actually you refined this pill really well. The first time I refined a mid-grade pill, I stayed in the alchemy room for three whole months and blew up seventeen alchemy furnaces before I finally succeeded!"
"I think it's really great that you achieved such results on your first attempt to become an intermediate alchemist."
Zhu Yi's tone was very serious, her speaking speed was neither too fast nor too slow, and she even had a slight smile on her face as she spoke.
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