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nTranslator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

nIn the end, he didn’t enjoy the meal.

nIf he knew that that was going to happen, he shouldn’t have allowed Liang Yichu to come over to chat. What good thing did they have to talk about?

nWas he just giving him a chance to act cool?

nHow fake.

nThe Drunk Fragrance Pavilion Shopkeeper nearly burst into laughter.

nGood person, really good.

nThe profits that the Lin Family Young Master brought for him could compare to a month of profits.

nOther people might say that the Lin Family Young Master was foolish.

nHe would be first to retort.

nHe wasn’t foolish but caring and loving. What did they know?

nAt the start, Lin Fan had relaxed his attitude.

nIt didn’t matter that Liang Yichu was more handsome than him.

nNor did it matter that he was taller than him.

nThat was because no matter how they compared, no one would be richer than him.

nHowever, in the end, reality was like a merciless hand that smacked his face.

nMoney?

nHe didn’t even have a single silver of savings, while Liang Yichu had ten thousand silver.

nHe was just asking to be humiliated.

nThe refugees were full. Although this wasn’t the first time they stuffed themselves, it was the most luxurious meal that they had.

nMaybe even if they died, they wouldn’t have expected that they could eat such an expensive meal.

nThe refugees separated and left with a blessed smile.

nEverything was left to Manager Chen and Gouzi, designating the fertile farmland and also giving suitable support.

nLin Fan really didn’t feel that he was making a loss.

nIn the long run, this was an improvement.

nUnfortunately, no one could understand. The only one who could is Liang Yichu.

nLin Manor entrance.

n“I feel a little uneasy.” Lin Fan stood in front of the gate and didn’t dare walk in.

nGou’zi said softly, “Young Master, you have arrived home.”

nLin Fan took in a deep cold breath and stepped into his own house.

nIt felt like a storm was coming.

nHe knew that avoiding things was useless, and he had to face it courageously.

nLin Fan asked towards the guard at the door, “Has my dad gone out?”

n“Young Master, Old Master has indeed gone out.”

nWhen he heard that, he heaved a sigh of relief.

nThat was great.

n但他知道,該來的還是會來的,躲是躲不過去的.

nHowever, he knew that what was to come would come, and he couldn’t hide from it.

nHe wasn’t foolish.

nBased on what he did today, could his father forgive him?

nHe didn’t collect taxes from the Wang Family Village and reduced future taxes. That was something that his father would cut him to death for.

nTo give a portion of the empty farmland to the refugees without his permission would also give rise to a bad outcome.

nIf he was not his son, he would have to start preparing for his funeral.

nNot getting any rage points meant that his father knew nothing about it.

nHowever, that was just a matter of time.

nHe would find out sooner or later.

nHe returned to the courtyard, and Lin Fan instructed Manager Chen to do this matter well.

nEven if he would be beaten up.

nHe didn’t care.

nAllocating the farmland was the right decision. To be able to start working the fertile land would not only make the refugees grateful for the Lin Family, but they would also farm well. Their yield wouldn’t be much less than before.

nIt might even be much more.

nThey were killing two birds with one stone, so how hard would it be to understand that theory?

nBack Courtyard.

n“Cousin, you shouldn’t go out in the afternoon.” Zhou Zhongmao reminded. He felt that if Uncle found out, he would be furious. If Cousin went out once more, Uncle would be so angry that he might jump up.

n“I am also tired. I would like to take a rest.”

nLin Fan wanted to think about how to deal with this matter.

nRage points arriving was expected. The key was to do this matter perfectly.

nIt was best if he could appease his Father.

nZhou Zhongmao heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily, Cousin listened to him.

n“Cousin, go do your things. I need to rest. Also, help me ask where Father went and what time he will return.” Lin Fan needed to think about a solution.

nUsing conventional methods wouldn’t solve this.

nHe had to think about some special techniques.

n“Cousin, don’t worry, I will go now.”

nVery quickly, Zhou Zhongmao left.

nHe couldn’t wait to help Cousin do things and wouldn’t hesitate at all.

nLin Fan laid on the chair, and Gou’zi immediately went to bring over some iced fruits.

nHis life was so carefree.

nOnly a rich family had such spending ability.

nNormal civilians probably didn’t even have the ability to eat ice.

nGou’zi shook the fan and asked, “Young Master, I made a copy of the secret technique. Do I paste it around?”

n“Not now, pass it to me.” Lin Fan said.

nWith the current situation, this was the most reliable one.

nAlthough Lin Wanyi is his father.

nIf he pushed him too hard for the rage points, problems would happen.

nLin Fan took the book and waved his hand to express to Gou’zi to stop fanning him. “Go into the room to rest. You should be tired.”

n“Young Master, I am not tired.”

n“Go rest.” Lin Fan said.

nSince Gou’zi was given the Vengeful Tiger Blade Technique, he had been cultivating. Since he had no time to cultivate in the day, he practiced at night.

nEven a body made of iron couldn’t take it.

n“Yes, Young Master. Call me if you need help.” Gou’zi said before walking towards the room at the side.

nLin Fan’s courtyard had more than one room, and there were some that were for the guards.

nAs he didn’t like people staying here, that was why they were all empty.

nLooking at the Heart Cultivation Technique in his hands, he frowned.

nPurple Sun Four Saint Scripture.

n“Forget it, I will take a look.” Lin Fan looked at the first page. The details were deep and profound. Fortunately, he was able to understand it. The meridians and acupoints were like books from the Heavens to him.

nThe courtyard was extremely silent.

nIn the distance, when Old Wu saw that Young Master was looking at the Purple Sun Four Saint Scripture, he smiled in delight.

nIt seemed like Young Master really changed.

nThe place where Old Wu stood was really obvious, but no one noticed him. It was like his body and the surrounding environment had merged as one.

nSuddenly, Old Wu looked at Young Master in shock.

nWhat did he see?

nA little snake-like purple mist energy surged out from Young Master’s Guanyuan Acupoint and then merged into the Baihui Acupoint at the back of his head.

n“How is that possible?” Old Wu exclaimed.

n“Who is it?”

nWhen Lin Fan heard that noise, he looked around to search for the source.

nIt was totally empty, and there was no movement at all.

n“Illusion, illusion.” Lin Fan shook his head. He was so frightened by the assassin that such a thing happened.

nJust as he finished the Purple Sun Four Saint Scripture.

nThe small support changed.

nHeart Cultivation Technique: Purple Sun Four Saint Scripture (Not learnt).

nHe noticed that he could add stats to it.

nHe tried.

nHe directly spent 500 rage points, and things changed.

nHeart Cultivation Technique: Purple Sun Four Saint Scripture (Grade One)

nHis internal strength jumped from 0 to 1.

nPhysique: 30 (Martial Path Grade One)

nInternal Strength: 1

nHeart Cultivation Technique: Purple Sun Four Saint Scripture (Grade One)

nCultivation Method: Vengeful Tiger Blade Technique (Reach the Peak)

nRage points: 1001.

nHe felt like there was an energy current in his body that he could lead about. Although it was small, it existed.

nMaybe that was the so-called internal strength.

n“Physique raising to 30 means Grade One. If this internal strength increased and I am also Martial Path Grade One, why am I cultivating?”

nBoth internal and external cultivation?

nAnnoying.

nReally annoying.

n.He thought about it for a moment.

nThe Purple Sun Four Saint Scripture had a total of 33 Grades. Each grade would cause various benefits to his body.

nLogically speaking, since the 1st grade took 500 rage points, with how much he had, he could raise it to Grade Two.

nHowever, he couldn’t increase it.

nHowever, he could raise his internal strength.

nHe thought about something.

nHe talked about enjoying his rich life, so why was he bothering about this?

n“Forget it, I will rest first. Let me think about what to do and let Father be angry first before relaxing. He can’t get too angry; otherwise, even his body will be affected.”

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