“Tsk, I can’t compare!”
Thinking of this, the tiger demon felt that his cultivation was significantly higher than before, and he wanted to visit Mr. He again.
However, he was also worried that his presumptuous visit might displease Mr. He.
Moreover, with his tiger body, entering Peach Blossom Town without permission would certainly frighten the townspeople.
And the Underworld Officials in Peach Blossom Town would definitely not let him enter the town; if things went wrong, it could even lead to a Spell duel between them.
This was not something he wanted to see.
After all, doing so might easily incur Mr. He’s displeasure.
Mr. He’s guidance this time had benefited him greatly. Although he couldn't continue to visit Mr. He now, he…
He should find a way to show goodwill to Mr. He, so that Mr. He wouldn't think he didn't know how to repay kindness.
Although the spiritual herb was taken by Mr. He, from their previous interactions, Mr. He didn’t seem to care much about it.
Moreover, that spiritual herb hadn't reached its proper age; even he didn't value it, let alone Mr. He.
Therefore, that spiritual herb could not express his true feelings.
Thinking of this, Shanjun’s eyes suddenly moved, and then he opened his large mouth, spitting out a book.
This book was something he had unexpectedly obtained previously.
He remembered there was a group of merchants passing by who were later robbed.
At that time, the robbers fought fiercely, and flames shot into the sky.
Many carriages in the merchant convoy were set ablaze, and the contents were all reduced to ashes.
At that time, he already had some Dao cultivation, and he merely watched the conflicts among Mortals as if it were a play.
What he didn’t expect was that while he was watching, he saw some books falling into the fire and burning, yet one book remained completely unharmed amidst the raging fire.
This scene immediately aroused Shanjun’s curiosity.
This single scene made him curious about the book, so he immediately used a Spell to take it away.
However, in the years since he took it, he had been constantly trying to comprehend the book, but he could never understand what was written inside.
In his eyes, the contents recorded in the book were merely ordinary travelogues and folk tales.
But he knew that this book was actually extraordinary. The fact that he hadn't discovered any secrets within it most likely meant he lacked the ability.
If this item were given to Mr. He, he believed Mr. He would be able to uncover its secrets.
But how could he give this book to Mr. He?
Shanjun gazed at the small town below. He couldn't enter Peach Blossom Town himself, so he could only ask others for help.
As he thought this, he suddenly seemed to recall something, then turned and disappeared into the forest.
...
The next day,
He Xiuyuan woke from his meditation, feeling the abundant Spiritual Qi in his body, and his heart was filled with joy.
After washing up, He Xiuyuan pushed open the door and habitually went to the Peach Tree, injecting some Spiritual Qi into it. Then he went to a nearby stall, ordered a few steamed buns, and happily ate them.
“Mr. He, when are you leaving?”
At this moment, the neighbors nearby looked at He Xiuyuan with great respect.
They were also very concerned about when He Xiuyuan would leave.
If possible, they hoped He Xiuyuan could stay a little longer.
He Xiuyuan thought for a moment upon hearing this, feeling as if all the necessary tasks had been completed.
Thinking of this, He Xiuyuan said, “Tomorrow.”
Everything was done, so leaving tomorrow would be fine.
Steward Song, who had arrived, had originally intended to ask He Xiuyuan when he would depart.
Now, upon arriving and hearing He Xiuyuan’s words, he approached He Xiuyuan and said, “Mr. He, if you are ready to depart tomorrow, then I will come to pick you up tomorrow.”
He Xiuyuan turned around upon hearing this and saw it was Steward Song, then immediately nodded, “Then I’ll trouble Steward Song.”
Saying this, He Xiuyuan also made room and invited, “Steward Song, you probably haven’t eaten yet, right? Would you like to sit down and eat something together?”
It was strange, actually. When the other party first arrived, He Xiuyuan, as the host, had thought of inviting him to eat a meal or something.
But for some reason, Steward Song was very busy and refused all invitations.
Indeed, upon hearing He Xiuyuan’s words, Steward Song still had a smile on his face, but he shook his head and refused, “I’ve already eaten. I still need to go back and tidy my clothes and arrange the carriage, so I won’t sit down.”
After speaking, Steward Song bid farewell to He Xiuyuan and turned to leave.
He Xiuyuan watched this scene before him and couldn’t help but scratch his head in confusion, feeling somewhat surprised.
However, others nearby, seeing this scene, did notice something. “Mr. He, I think this Steward Song doesn’t seem to like you much?”
“That’s right, did Mr. He perhaps offend this Steward Song?”
Even though Steward Song had appeared gentle just now, it was clear there was a sense of distance towards He Xiuyuan.
He Xiuyuan frowned upon hearing this. He hadn’t thought much about Steward Song’s behavior before.
But now, listening to the others’ discussions, he couldn’t help but feel a little strange.
It seemed Steward Song indeed had a sense of distance towards him.
But why?
Their meeting should have been only this once, and He Xiuyuan hadn’t done anything to Steward Song, so why was the other party acting so distant?
He Xiuyuan thought about it but still couldn’t understand the reason. Finally, he said, “After all, it’s our first meeting. Steward Song and I aren’t familiar, so it’s normal for him to be a bit distant.”
Upon hearing this, the others thought about it and felt it made sense.
However, some people at this moment secretly thought that Steward Song was somewhat foolish.
Knowing that Mr. He was extraordinary, yet still being so distant—they really didn’t know what Steward Song was thinking.
But they didn’t voice these thoughts, as they couldn’t interfere with the other party’s choices.
After eating, He Xiuyuan returned to the courtyard, preparing to pack for his departure tomorrow.
By the time He Xiuyuan had mostly finished packing, it was already evening.
Just as He Xiuyuan was about to go out to eat something, he heard a knock at the door. When He Xiuyuan opened the door, he saw Zhou Yong and a few others standing at the entrance.
In their hands, they held a yellowed book.
At this moment, Zhou Yong and the others still showed a hint of fear and flushed faces, and their breathing was uneven.