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Many years ago, when Zhang Cuifang stubbornly insisted on marrying Chen Dahai, she faced fierce opposition from the entire Zhang family. They even threatened to sever ties with her. Nevertheless, Zhang Cuifang remained resolute and married Chen Dahai.
Years passed swiftly. Zhang Cuifang endured many grievances, and from time to time, she would lament the coldness of her family. Yet, Chen Xuan understood deep down that despite the way the Zhang family treated her, his mother still yearned for their approval.
Since the arrival of Second Uncle Zhang Gaoshan, the uncontainable smile on Zhang Cuifang's face was evident. Over the years, she and Chen Dahai had never had a moment of rest. They worked tirelessly for many years to support Chen Xuan through college.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Dahai and Zhang Cuifang had reached middle age. Looking at his mother, whose hair was now streaked with gray and whose eyes bore clear wrinkles, Chen Xuan felt a pang in his heart. He quickly turned away, wiping his eyes discreetly.
"I'm heading back to the farm," he said, afraid that Zhang Cuifang would see his vulnerable side. He strode towards the farm.
"Are you coming back for dinner?"
"No, I won't be back."
"You little rascal, just like your father! If you have any skills, don’t come back!" Zhang Cuifang grumbled angrily as she watched Chen Xuan's retreating figure. Then she suddenly broke into a smile: "You little brat, you're all grown up now and still crying like a baby. How shameless!"
Chen Xuan returned to the farm, where a pile of materials awaited him at the entrance.
This is the material for the second Chicken Coop that Chen Xuan had planned. Jin Xiong and the Watermelon Demon had already started working on it. With Chen Xuan's arrival, they quickly teamed up, and soon the second Chicken Coop was built.
Glancing at the time, it was still early. Chen Xuan prepared to head to Changfeng County to buy another batch of chicks. Just as he was about to leave the Farm, two people approached him, and leading them was none other than the long-missed Old Xin.
What the hell! Old Xin, what happened to you? Chen Xuan was taken aback. The Old Xin coming toward him bore no resemblance to the Celestial Messenger he once knew. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his beard was unkempt. He looked like a prisoner just released from jail!
No. Old Xin forced a smile, his voice hoarse and filled with an unmistakable weariness.
Is there anything I can help with? Chen Xuan asked with concern. He owed his current situation to Old Xin; if something happened to him, his good days would come to an end. So he was quite anxious about Old Xin's condition.
Old Xin opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but ultimately sighed in frustration and gave up.
No. He smiled gratefully at Chen Xuan and pointed behind him, saying, "There’s another demon being held here this time, Brother Chen. I hope you can take some extra care."
Of course. Chen Xuan's eyes lit up; there was another new demon? What kind is it this time?
Old Xin stepped aside, revealing a woman in a green dress who slowly approached. She stood at about five feet seven inches tall, her figure curvaceous and striking.
On the face of the stunning beauty, there was a rebellious expression.
The woman in green looked at Chen Xuan with indifference, clearly dismissive of him.
Old Xin spoke up to introduce her: "This is Qing Yao, a princess of the Qingmu Divine Clan. Ahem, Brother Chen, her status is quite special, and you will be held here from now on."
As he finished speaking, Old Xin's gaze towards Chen Xuan carried a hint of pleading.
Chen Xuan understood.
This was yet another connection to someone influential.
He speculated that Qing Yao's status among the demons was likely comparable to that of the unseen demon from Holy Spirit Lake. Otherwise, Old Xin wouldn't have specifically instructed him to treat her well.
Qing Yao? Qingmu Divine Clan? What could this mean?
Chen Xuan stroked his chin, already beginning to devise a way to handle Qing Yao appropriately.
After giving a few more instructions, he pondered his next steps.
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