Chapter 12: The Wonderful Use of Warehouses

  Mr. Xu and Yang Yu left for a moment, and Yang Fan appeared like a ghost at the gate of the courtyard, looking in the direction they were leaving, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

  "It seems that Mr. Xue is likely one of my father's enemies, but these two seem to have some ulterior motive and therefore have not killed me for the time being."

  Yang Fan let out a gentle breath, with Mr. Xu and Yang Yu's current strength, to kill himself would only require a slight movement of their fingers.

  Of course, Mr. Xue did not lay a hand on Yang Fan because his cultivation was all scattered and he became a useless person.

  If Yang Fan was still the cultivation genius he once was, it's hard to say whether the other party could have resisted attacking him.

  "What's most important now is to have the power of self-preservation. When I have enough strength, I will counterattack at the right time."

  Yang Fan's profound eyes had a reserve and wisdom that ordinary people could hardly attain.

  With the "Xianhong Space", plus that unprecedented "Xianhong Jue", Yang Fan had a bright lamp in his heart, making him unprecedently calm and clear-headed.

  With the help of the green land, Yang Fan was able to fully recover his vitality and vigor in a short period of time, possessing the physique of a Condensing Spirit Period cultivator.

  In this case, Yang Fan can recover his original cultivation in four or five years even without the help of external objects, which has far exceeded Mr. Xu's prediction.

  Back in her courtyard, Yang Fan said to the two maids: "You two, help me pack up my things."

  "Yes, young master."

  Two maidservants obeyed and began sorting out some valuable items under Yang Fan's instructions.

  Yang Fan had been in Yangjia Village for so many years after all, and there were still quite a few treasured items.

  Of course, the most important Xian items were still carried with him. His storage bag had dozens of spirit stones, four or five pieces of magic instruments, two lower-grade spiritual instruments, several bottles of spiritual pills, a few jade slips, and a small amount of refining materials.

  These resources are naturally incomparable to those of the older generation of cultivators, but compared to loose cultivators, they can be considered quite rich.

  Soon, two maidservants brought some of Yang Fan's treasured collections and packed them well in the middle of the courtyard.

  "You two have served me for so many years. Now that my powers are exhausted and I can no longer protect you, take this silver and divide it between the two of you."

  Yang Fan let out a light sigh and tossed a small bag of silver coins to the two maids.

  Looking at this separate courtyard, I feel a little melancholy in my heart.

  "Thank you for your kindness, young master!"

  Two maidservants thudded to their knees on the ground, repeatedly expressing gratitude.

  "This silver is enough for you two to redeem yourselves, go now... and find a good family later."

  Yang Fan waved his hand and let the two maidservants leave.

  "Take care of yourself."

  Two maidservants, wiping away tears, left the other courtyard.

  After the two women left, Yang Fan's expression changed and he immediately closed the other courtyard.

  Then he came before those precious objects and stretched out his hand to touch them.

  At the same time, his mind immersed in "Xianhong Space".

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Those books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc., disappeared one by one as he reached out to touch them.

  A moment later, nothing was left on the spot.

  In Xianhong Space, Yang Fan instructed the little dog: "Put these things in the warehouse."

  That little dog looked wronged and said: "These things are so big...and I'm not a porter either."

  "Really? Then how did you take this shovel out of the warehouse?"

  Yang Fan gestured with the small shovel in his hand, a smile on his face.

  The little dog had no choice and reluctantly ran over, stretched out its mouth and claws, and easily transported three items, one in its mouth and two on its back.

  Yang Fan was stunned, this little dog is too incredible.

  Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "I can tell you're no ordinary person, what's your name?"

  The puppy heard this and proudly said, "Master's vision is indeed extraordinary. I am the strongest divine beast born and raised in this 'Xianhong Space'."

  The strongest divine beast!

  Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat as he heard this, and he realized that this little dog was actually a divine beast!

  In the Dongsheng continent, divine beasts are only legendary existences, such as Qilin, Divine Dragon, Phoenix and so on, all of which are well-known divine beasts.

  But knowing about the divine beast is one thing, having seen it is another matter altogether.

  According to ancient records, monks who have seen the divine beast with their own eyes basically never return alive.

  Even those high-ranking cultivators who were revered by thousands of people had no power to resist in front of the divine beast.

  "Are you a divine beast... or the strongest?"

  Yang Fan was excited and hastily asked: "Right, which legendary divine beast are you? The Sky Barking Dog? The Three-Headed Divine Dog? Or the Sun-Swallowing Dog?"

  Yang Fan took a deep breath and reported several legendary canine divine beasts.

  The little dog was taken aback, and then angrily said: "Don't compare me with that inferior creature."

  "Then may I ask your name?"

  Yang Fan's tone suddenly became more polite, this guy, even those legendary canine divine beasts were looked down upon.

  "My name is Xiaogou," said a dog proudly with its head held high.

  "Is your name Xiaogou?"

  A black line appeared on Yang Fan's forehead.

  "That's right, no fake. In the entire 'Xianhong Space', only this dog can enjoy such an honor."

  The way of the small dog is to take pride in shame.

  "Go away... stupid dog, must have been fooled by someone."

  Yang Fan no longer paid attention to the little dog, letting it focus on helping him transport things.

  Before long, the little dog had moved all the things into the warehouse.

  "Right, can I instantly take out what I want from 'Xianhong Space'?"

  Yang Fan suddenly asked.

  "Alright, Master. You can stay in the warehouse and with just a thought, whatever you want will appear as soon as you reach out to touch it."

  The puppy replied.

  "Is it really that amazing?"

  Yang Fan walked into the warehouse and experimented with it. As the little dog had said, his real self could instantly take things out.

  After everything was packed up, Yang Fan felt a sense of relief and walked out the door, taking one last look at the separate courtyard with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

  Goodbye!

  Yang Fan let out a sigh in his heart and resolutely stepped forward, walking towards the outside of Yangjia Village.

  As he walked to the entrance of Yangjia Baolou Bridge, he still faintly heard a few whispers from the gate guards.

  "Look at that white-haired man, he is Yang Fan, the former genius of the Yang family next door. But just today, he became a useless person."

  "So it was him, I just heard passersby talking about him earlier, he is indeed a genuine number one waste."

  "He changed from a genius to a useless person, now with a head full of white hair, I think he's really pitiful..."

  One of the slightly immature gate guards couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

  "Good-for-nothing... serves him right!"

  The other gate guards looked at the young-looking gate guard with disdainful eyes.

  "I just sympathized with him, and that was wrong too..." The young guard said with a look of grievance.

  ……

  Yang Fan left Yangjia Village and heard this conversation, couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

  "Alright, alright, unless necessary, I'll try not to come to this damned place again."

  Yang Fan shook his head and left Yangjia Village with an unusually calm demeanor, a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

  After walking for dozens of miles, Yang Fan stopped, and by now the sky had darkened.

  "It seems I won't make it home now. If only I still had the cultivation of the Condensing Spirit period, I could fly with my sword and arrive home in just half an incense stick's worth of time."

  Thinking of this, Yang Fan entered a forest where people rarely ventured, gathered a pile of dead wood, but found that he didn't have any flint.

  Alas!

  Losing one's magical powers is helplessness.

  Yang Fan shrugged, took out a red talisman, bit his finger, and fresh blood gushed out.

  Hmph!

  That symbol turned into a fireball and hit the pile of withered wood, sparks flying everywhere.

  Yang Fan leaned against the fire heap, sitting cross-legged.

  In fact, with his physique in the condensing period, even sitting in this damp and cold forest would not make him sick.

  However, human nature dislikes darkness and loneliness, lighting up this bonfire will also warm one's heart.

  "The long night is endless, I might as well cultivate the 'Xianhong Jue' here."

  Yang Fan felt a bit lonely, so he closed his eyes and began to cultivate, immersing his mind in the sea of consciousness.

  In the depths of the mind, there is a faint, ethereal green glow that contains the information of the "Xianhong Jue".

  As Yang Fan's mind merged with this emerald green halo, a massive amount of information surged into his consciousness...

  (Chapter 2 is here, asking for votes, this book is a super long chapter, slightly slow heat, I believe it will get better and better, hehe.)