The young girl named Zhao Xiaolan is Zhao Huofeng's granddaughter, sixteen years old this year.

Don't be surprised that Zhao Huofeng, over three thousand years old, only has a teenage granddaughter; among cultivators, this is quite common.

Zhao Xiaolan looks pretty good, with a score of around 9, and light freckles on her face. Her eyes are somewhat timid, making her look a bit fearful, perfectly portraying the shy demeanor of a young girl.

Among the women Lin Fan has seen and possessed, Zhao Xiaolan's looks are not outstanding, even ranking near the bottom.

However.

The feeling Zhao Xiaolan gives people is extremely good.

"Young Master Lin, the horse milk tea is ready, would you like some?" Zhao Xiaolan asked with a smile while holding a silver pot.

"Sure. Thank you, Xiaolan." Lin Fan didn't stand on ceremony.

This horse milk tea is indeed quite good. Lin Fan had already drunk several servings in the morning; it's somewhat similar to the milk tea on Earth, but the flavor is even richer.

After all, it's made from natural ingredients, without any additives or preservatives.

"I'll pour it for you."

Zhao Xiaolan moved closer, kneeling in front of Lin Fan and poured him a cup of horse milk tea.

Though only sixteen, Zhao Xiaolan was very well-developed; kneeling in front of Lin Fan, her chest seemed about to burst out, causing Lin Fan some embarrassment, making him quickly avert his gaze.

Even though Lin Fan has had many women and knows what a woman feels like.

Yet Zhao Xiaolan is just too young, and Lin Fan doesn't consider himself a beast.

After pouring the tea, Zhao Xiaolan left the carriage.

"Haha! Young Master Lin, no need to be shy; she's already gone." Zhao Huofeng laughed heartily, seeing Lin Fan's awkwardness.

"Cough, cough! You made me laugh, Uncle Zhao." Lin Fan coughed awkwardly a couple of times.

Zhao Huofeng chuckled, "What's so funny about this? Young people being full of vigor is expected. My Xiaolan hasn't been betrothed yet. Young Master Lin, if you're interested, just say the word. Even if she can't be the main wife, being a concubine is still an option."

"There's no need, Uncle Zhao, really no need." Lin Fan shook his head quickly.

"Hahaha, understandable. With Young Master Lin's cultivation, not being interested in a plain girl like Xiaolan is normal." Zhao Huofeng didn't take it to heart, just said it casually.

Lin Fan didn't respond.

The carriage moved quickly, pulled by a demon beast, so its speed was comparable to, or even faster than, a car on Earth.

A whole day passed.

Lin Fan and others finally arrived in Da Xuan City.

Da Xuan City isn't big, with only about a billion people—what would be considered a medium-sized city on the Divine Wind Continent.

But on the Sumeru Continent, it's just an insignificant small city, not very large at all.

Soon enough.

Zhao Huofeng brought Lin Fan to the Zhao Family.

Zhao Huofeng is a minor steward of the Zhao Family, not a high rank.

But he was very fortunate this time; upon returning to the Zhao Family, he met Miss Zhao and several friends walking out from the house.

"Miss!"

Zhao Huofeng greeted her respectfully.

Zhao Mengyue appears to be around 1.7 meters tall.

A model figure.

Despite wearing a long dress, her shapely figure was still quite evident.

Plus, Zhao Mengyue's looks aren't bad, at least scoring around 9.5.

Her skin is fair.

Her eyes are moon-like.

A small cherry mouth.

A high nose bridge.

Zhao Mengyue has everything that a beauty should have.

In addition to Zhao Mengyue, there were several young men and women, with decent cultivation levels.

Zhao Mengyue's cultivation is around the Supreme of Ancient level.

And those young men were of Ancient Supreme, Supreme of Ancient, Desolate Ancient Supreme levels, appearing to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Among the younger generation, they were considered talented.

But not geniuses.

"What's the matter? Your caravan is late by half a day this time. According to the rules, it should have returned this morning."

Zhao Mengyue's face was cold.

"Miss, here's what happened. On our way back today, we were attacked by demon beasts, so we're late! If not for Young Master Lin, our caravan might have been completely wiped out. Thanks to Young Master Lin for rescuing us, I thought to bring him back so you could thank him..." Zhao Huofeng explained.

But.

Before he could finish, Zhao Mengyue impatiently interrupted, "Alright, I get it. Don't bring just anyone home from now on. Isn't he just after some reward? Give him a thousand pounds of source and let him leave!"

Zhao Mengyue's pretty face was full of disgust and impatience.

She had seen many people like Lin Fan.

Doing whatever it takes for benefit.

Following Zhao Huofeng home, wasn't it just for the source?

Just give it to him!

"Haha, Mengyue, nowadays people will do anything for benefits!"

The young man with the highest cultivation, in the seventh layer of Desolate Ancient Supreme Realm, said with a smile.

He didn't even bother to give Lin Fan another glance.

His name is Wang Yuan. A mere second-rank Saint Emperor like Lin Fan was not worth his attention!

"Who knows."

Zhao Mengyue pursed her lips, full of disdain for Lin Fan.

The next second.

Zhao Mengyue raised her hand and threw a thousand pounds of source from her storage ring at Lin Fan's feet.

All this.

Was like throwing alms to a beggar.

And that beggar was Lin Fan!

"Take it and leave quickly." Zhao Mengyue urged impatiently.

Lin Fan frowned and didn't reach to pick up the source on the ground.

"What, is it not enough?" Wang Yuan sneered, "If you think it's not enough, I can give you another thousand pounds of source!"

After speaking, Wang Yuan raised his hand and tossed another thousand pounds of source from his storage ring onto the ground.

"Take it! Is this enough now?" Wang Yuan laughed.

On the side, Zhao Mengyue's gaze at Lin Fan grew even more disdainful.

Lin Fan frowned, "I think you guys are mistaken? I didn't want a reward, you should take back your source!"

"Take it back?" Zhao Mengyue paused, looking at Lin Fan with curiosity.

"Haha! Kid, you're pretty interesting. Alright! Stop pretending, we know what you mean. Aren't you just trying to curry favor with the Zhao Family, hoping they owe you a favor? Isn't two thousand pounds of source enough? With your second-rank Saint Emperor cultivation, how many years would it take you to earn two thousand pounds of source? Are you sure you don't want it?" Wang Yuan laughed heartily.

Ending with a hint of playfulness.

With a meaningful gaze, he looked at Lin Fan mockingly.

"I think you have quite an imagination; don't assume your thoughts are mine." Lin Fan coldly looked at Wang Yuan.

"Haha! Am I wrong? Interesting, really interesting! Are you sure you aren't trying to get some benefit from the Zhao Family? Dare to swear?" Wang Yuan pursed his lips, a bit disdainful.

He had seen too many people like Lin Fan.

Pretending to be lofty but actually desiring more benefits!

Such people were even more disgusting and revolting than those who directly ask for source.

"Young Master Wang, you've misunderstood Young Master Lin; perhaps he really doesn't want the source..." Zhao Xiaolan quickly stepped forward to explain when she saw Wang Yuan mocking Lin Fan.

The smile on Wang Yuan's face.

Suddenly froze, gradually disappearing.

His gaze turned cold!

Becoming extremely chilling, falling on Zhao Xiaolan: "You're a servant, who allowed you to speak? Mengyue, is this how the Zhao Family educates its servants?"

"Ah! I'm sorry, Young Master Wang, it's our fault." Zhao Mengyue felt a bit embarrassed.

In the next moment.

A trace of anger flitted across Zhao Mengyue's pretty face, shouting angrily, "Zhao Xiaolan, are you out of your mind? Is this a place where you can speak? Who allowed you to contradict Young Master Wang? Kneel!"