Looking into Jiang Fan's eyes, they nearly popped out of their sockets.
To be honest, it wanted to pinch itself to see if it was dreaming.
She stared at Jiang Fan for a long time before finally finding her voice again.
"You've really got some nerve! How dare you impersonate my master!"
The Little Turtle's voice cracked from shouting, showing just how shocked and speechless it was.
Jiang Fan awkwardly touched the tip of his nose. "Given the situation at the time, if I hadn't done that, I might have died at the hands of Peach Fruit Old Man."
Wang Yao interjected, "No, Peach Fruit Old Man is your contracted beast. Although you've been reincarnated and have basically severed ties with it, the contract is a soul-based one. Even if it can hurt you now, it can't kill you."
Incidentally, under normal circumstances, contracted beasts cannot harm their Beast Tamer.
Jiang Fan and the Little Turtle almost simultaneously ignored Wang Yao's words, neither of them taking them seriously.
"But you can't impersonate my master! Aren't you afraid that Brother Peach will come back and settle accounts with you in a while?"
That's why I'm telling you the truth. Please put in a good word for me and help me out.
"No? Why should I help you?"
"Because I got you peaches."
"She was injured without considering the consequences because she was trying to help you!"
"That's right, but in that situation, I could have simply left after impersonating your owner; there was absolutely no need to risk asking it for peaches."
"I—" The Little Turtle was speechless. What he said made such a good point that it couldn't refute him.
Although it was extremely displeased with Jiang Fan, it was a fact that Jiang Fan had helped Wang Yao get the peaches.
And as he said, given the circumstances at the time, Jiang Fan was no match for Brother Peach's breath.
It's true that Jiang Fan impersonated its owner; it's like dancing ballet on the edge of a cliff—one wrong step and you're doomed.
Under those circumstances, a normal person wouldn't risk asking Brother Peach for more peaches.
But Jiang Fan did just that.
"Okay, I admit it, you despicable, shameless, and greedy little bastard, you do have a tiny bit of humanity."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan wanted to punch the turtle.
"For this reason, I'll help you this once," the Little Turtle said, its nostrils flared and arms crossed.
"Well, never mind," Jiang Fan said with a broad smile.
Just then, a clear yet chilling voice came from the villa entrance.
"Aren't you finished chatting yet? Your aunt asked me to call you for dinner."
As Lan Shengxue spoke, her gaze fell on the peaches in Wang Yao's hand.
Noticing the gaze, Wang Yao proudly waved the peach in her hand and said to Jiang Fan with a smile, "My Xiao Fan Fan is so good. Knowing I was injured, he risked his life to get me some healing medicine. Waaah, I'm so touched!"
Jiang Fan's hair stood on end. Without even glancing at Wang Yao, he rushed to the villa's entrance. As he passed by Lan Shengxue, he hesitated for a moment, deciding it would be best to say something.
"She got hurt because of me, and I don't like owing people favors."
Jiang Fan wasn't sure if it was because his words had an effect, but after he said them, he clearly felt that the chill surrounding him seemed to have lessened considerably.
But this was only temporary; Jiang Fan was extremely uneasy during the next meal.
The table was filled with almost all of his favorite dishes, but somehow he managed to swallow them all without even tasting them.
" Xiao Fan, your second aunt is seriously ill and probably won't make it. When do you have time to go back to Fortress No. 31?" Tang Fugui asked.
"Anytime is fine."
"You just got back, rest tomorrow and set off the day after."
Jiang Fan could tell that Tang Fugui was very anxious, probably because his second aunt's situation was very bad, and she might die at any moment.
Let's leave first thing tomorrow morning.
"But you just got back, your body can't handle it."
"Dad, you underestimate me. I'm Early-Stage Fourth Rank Martial Artist now. This level is nothing to me, like children playing house." Jiang Fan said, deliberately putting on a smug look.
Early-Stage Fourth Rank?!
Jiang Fan's seemingly deliberate boasting struck everyone like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
Is he already at the Early-Stage Fourth Rank?
Lan Shengxue frowned slightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, and her grip on the chopsticks tightened unconsciously.
Seeing the shock of everyone at the table, Wang Yao shook her head.
Her husband is a legendary figure; this kind of progress is nothing special for him.
Please don't use number 6, okay?
"Besides, it's been a long time since I visited the Crazy Old Man. I just happened to get him some rare and precious healing herbs, and I was originally planning to go see him sometime anyway," Jiang Fan added.
Tang Fugui and his wife knew about Jiang Fan's relationship with the Crazy Old Man, so since he said so, they had no reason to refuse.
The Lan Family.
As soon as Lan Shengxue saw her grandfather, she expressed her desire to enter the Dragon Abyss Secret Realm for cultivation again.
Upon hearing this, Lan Mingxi immediately spat out the fine tea she had just drunk.
"What? What did you say? Am I getting old and my ears aren't working properly? You said you're going to the Dragon Abyss Secret Realm?"
"Grandpa, I'm serious." Lan Shengxue's expression was extremely firm.
Lan Mingxi opened her mouth, but remained stunned for several seconds.
What triggered this now?
" Jiang Fan has broken through."
It's that kid again.
Lan Mingxi gets a headache just from hearing the name Jiang Fan.
"It's just a mere Middle-Stage Third Rank, only a minor advancement. Is it really necessary for you to risk your life like that?"
Although the old man said that, he was actually a little surprised inside.
This kid only reached the Early-Stage Third Rank, and how long has it been? He's already broken through again?
What an absolute monster!
His contemporaries who grew up in the same era were truly unlucky.
However, to be fair, there was also a prodigy in his era who was so talented that it was impossible to catch up with him.
As Lan Mingxi thought of this, an image gradually emerged in his mind: a man who was not very tall and not particularly Yingjun, but whose radiant arrogance made him, without a doubt, the most central leader, no matter where he was.
Why--
Whether it was lamenting the passing of time or feeling sorry for the Crazy Old Man's current situation, Lan Mingxi couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
What can relieve worries? Only tea.
I picked up the teacup, brought it to my lips, took a sip, and inhaled a few tea leaves.
He didn't spit it out, but slowly chewed it, savoring the bitterness in the tea leaves.
"No, he's currently at the Early-Stage Fourth Rank," Lan Shengxue said.
"Pfft--cough cough cough!"
Lan Mingxi suddenly stood up, the teacup slipped from her hand, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces.
"Cough cough! What did you say—cough cough what did you say? Cough cough Fourth Rank cough cough cough first stage?!!"