Peach Spring Village, Peach Spring People

In the living room, Zhang Lexuan sat upright in a chair, quietly watching Zhou Huan in his state of enlightenment, though no one knew what she was thinking.

Time flowed slowly, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Huan's eyelashes suddenly trembled. His eyes flew open, and Soul Power rippled through his body. He had broken through again—level forty-three!

Having witnessed everything from start to finish, Zhang Lexuan smiled meaningfully. "I think if you leave Shrek a few more times, you'll become a Titled Douluo."

Hearing that, Zhou Huan scratched his head foolishly. "Sister Le Xuan, you think too highly of me. I'd need to come out at least a dozen more times."

Zhang Lexuan: "..."

Was I praising him?

I was clearly making fun of him!

This guy really did not stand on ceremony. His skin was unbelievably thick.

Still, upon thinking it over carefully, it did not seem impossible.

She had always thought her cultivation speed was already outrageous, yet Zhou Huan's advancement speed was even more beyond conventional reason.

Naturally, Zhou Huan had no idea what Zhang Lexuan was thinking. He continued, "It's already noon?! How long did I meditate for?"

Zhang Lexuan replied, "Around two hours."

"Then it's just in time for lunch. I'll go find some fresh ingredients. Forget the stuff in my storage device." As he spoke, Zhou Huan headed for the front door. "Just wait at home."

By then, Zhang Lexuan had already withdrawn the Soul Power she had used to seal off the house. "All right. Go ahead."

However, when Zhou Huan pushed open the door, he saw a familiar middle-aged woman carrying a basket of eggs and two bundles of greens.

Before Zhou Huan could speak, the woman started rattling away. "Eh? Isn't this Little Huan? When did you come back? Why didn't you tell anyone? I said I heard sounds coming from your house just now, but Aunt Liu didn't believe me. She said I'd heard wrong. Honestly, you never stay home for whole years at a time. Where did you run off to this year?"

Zhou Huan was dizzy!

Very dizzy!

Extremely dizzy!

Yet that familiar country atmosphere came rushing straight at him.

He even felt a little nostalgic?!

Of course, Zhou Huan did not forget to answer. There was just a trace of helplessness on his face. "Aunt Zhao, you asked so many questions all at once. How am I supposed to answer? But it's been so long since I last saw you. You look younger and younger, Auntie, and your complexion is looking better too."

Aunt Zhao immediately burst into laughter. She no longer cared whether Zhou Huan had answered any of her questions. "You've always known how to talk since you were little, kid. Not bad. All those diapers I changed for you when you were young weren't for nothing, hahaha~"

Zhou Huan was mortified!

Was changing diapers something she could just talk about?

At the mention of it, even his old face rarely turned awkward.

He had memories from his previous life from the moment he was born, but he could not show it. First, he was afraid of frightening his parents. Second, he was afraid of being treated like a monster.

Thus, Zhou Huan had naturally needed to act like a child when he was young—babbling his first words, getting up to mischief, and even "using" diapers...

Every one of those memories was a bitter tear.

Aunt Zhao had clearly noticed his embarrassment and laughed again. "Hahaha, you're already a grown young man. What's there to be embarrassed about? You're blushing. Who didn't have their diapers changed when they were little?"

Zhou Huan was speechless. The verbal combat power of a country auntie was no joke.

Therefore, Zhou Huan could only use his ultimate topic-changing technique. "Auntie, where are Brother Li and Uncle Li? It's already noon, and they're still working in the fields?"

Aunt Zhao nodded. "Of course. We farmers have to grow crops, don't we? It's still early yet. I haven't even finished making lunch. Why aren't you asking about Li Xiaomei? She used to ask about you all the time, but these past few years, you've been away from home every other day. No one knows what you've been busy with outside."

Zhou Huan scratched his head awkwardly, unable to explain.

Ever since his parents had passed away, Zhou Huan had embarked on the path of a Hunter Soul Master. How could he still remain in Peach Spring Village all the time?

As for Li Xiaomei, she was quite a cute girl. When they were young, she often followed him around, calling him Brother Huan this and Brother Huan that.

If Zhou Huan had not chosen a different path from his parents, he really might have composed a beautiful chapter of rural romance with her.

Seeing that Zhou Huan remained silent, Aunt Zhao became somewhat displeased. "Hmph! You little ingrate. Good thing my Xiaomei later found Niu Daqiang from the neighboring Niu Family Village. That child Daqiang is honest and dependable, unlike you, always away from home."

What could Zhou Huan say? He could only respond, "...Xiaomei will be happy."

Hearing that, Aunt Zhao smiled again. "Of course she will. In another two or three years, Xiaomei and Daqiang can get married and have a child. Then I'll get to be a grandmother, hahaha."

Uh... Aunt Zhao, you certainly had it all planned out. But had Li Xiaomei agreed to this?

Naturally, though, Zhou Huan would not contradict Aunt Zhao's wonderful plans.

Aunt Zhao then said, "Look at you, a grown young man who can't even cook. Come over to Auntie's house for lunch later."

Faced with Aunt Zhao's invitation, Zhou Huan could only say, "No need to trouble yourself, Auntie. There's a guest at home, so I'll cook for us myself."

"There's a guest?"

Only then did Aunt Zhao turn her head to look into the living room. In a small mountain village like Peach Spring Village, she could see straight into the living room at a glance.

It was simply that Aunt Zhao's attention had been entirely on Zhou Huan just now, so she had not noticed the Blue Clad Girl standing in the living room.

Her features were delicate and gentle, her long black hair fell straight down her back, and though her clothes were not luxurious, she carried herself with great poise. At a glance, she was clearly a city girl.

Aunt Zhao carefully sized Zhou Huan up again and only then noticed that while his clothes looked ordinary, the fabric was not something a small mountain village like Peach Spring Village would have.

Who would have thought that this boy had made something of himself?

Aunt Zhao was very happy and did not feel jealous in the slightest. After all, he was a child she had watched grow up.

Moreover, the people of Peach Spring Village were rather simple and honest. They did not have all sorts of messy competitive thoughts. Everyone simply wanted to live a good life.

Still, Aunt Zhao lowered her voice and asked Zhou Huan, "Little Huan, you didn't trick that girl into coming home with you, did you? She's clearly a city girl, while you look like..."

Zhou Huan immediately felt stifled. What was wrong with how he looked?

Was it a crime to look ordinary?

He had always been face-blind. He relied entirely on his temperament, all right?

And Auntie, even if you lowered your voice, the person inside could still hear you.

Thus, to prevent Zhang Lexuan from hearing anything she should not, Zhou Huan hurriedly said, "Auntie, you're overthinking it. The girl in the living room is only a friend of mine. She came to visit for a few days. Peach Spring Village has beautiful scenery, doesn't it? She'll leave after she's done sightseeing."

"She came to this remote backwater to sightsee?" Aunt Zhao did not believe him.

"That's really how it is." Zhou Huan nodded with utmost sincerity.

"City folk sure know how to 'have fun.'" Aunt Zhao made a startling remark. Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought she was one of the transmigrators herself.

After a pause, Aunt Zhao reminded him, "Anyway, if she really is your friend, take good care of her. Of course, Little Huan, don't put yourself down either. You may look ordinary, but you've been smart since you were little, people like you, and you know how to talk. You still have a chance."

Auntie, you really did not have to say I looked ordinary.

Besides, that girl was not visiting for the first time. She simply had not met any of them when she came three years ago.

Zhou Huan felt exhausted. "I understand, Auntie."

Aunt Zhao paid no attention to Zhou Huan's current state of mind. After thinking for a moment, she continued, "How about this? You wait at home. I'll go back, cook the food, and bring it over for you. How could a grown young man like you possibly manage kitchen work?"

"Auntie, this..."

"That's enough. Stop talking nonsense and just wait."

With that, Aunt Zhao turned around and went back to cook, without the slightest hesitation, as though she had not been the one chatting idly just moments ago.

Zhou Huan could not refuse again. He could only return to the living room. Before he had time to speak, Zhang Lexuan said with a hint of envy, "You must have been quite happy growing up here."

Just as Zhou Huan was about to answer yes, Zhang Lexuan's tone suddenly shifted. "But judging by how effortlessly you lie, you don't have any of Peach Spring Village's simple honesty."

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