C31 Jian Xinyi

After taming the white snake, Yang Fan caught a random Dragon-Dot Disciple on the way and inquired about his living quarters.

This disciple's status was not high, so naturally, he would not know about this. He quickly took out his phone to ask the higher ups for instructions, and very quickly, an elder arrived at his house.

After sizing up the environment here, Yang Fan nodded his head slightly. The place had been arranged in an elegant and generous manner with an ancient aura around it. What was even more rare was that in terms of location of Feng Shui, it was considered a top-notch place in the entire Dianlong Mountain.

"Uncle Master." Four young girls walked out of the house. They were all dressed in Dragon-Dot Disciple robes and had different appearances, bowing to Yang Fan with the oldest being no older than twenty-one or twenty-two years old.

Yang Fan's brows twitched: "You are?"

The slightly older of the five said respectfully, "The Sect Leader has ordered that from today onwards, the five of us will be the maids to the Grand Master. We will serve the Grand Master in his daily life."

Yang Fan's gaze swept across them once, and shook his head with a smile: "Four people is too many, one is enough." As he spoke, he pointed at the second girl on the left. "You stay. Everyone else can leave."

Aside from the stunned young girl, the other three also felt relieved. The oldest woman immediately said, "But Sect Leader has ordered ?"

"Even if the Sect Leader saw me, he would have to call me Senior Brother." Yang Fan's voice was casual, but his gaze seemed to be able to see through his heart: "As for Sect Leader, I will speak with him again, leave."

"..." "Yes." The three women looked at each other, saluted, and left. They glanced at the young girl with a trace of schadenfreude in their eyes.

Yang Fan saw through their thoughts.

The current him, in the eyes of the many elders and disciples of Dianlong Gang, was simply standing opposite to Sect Leader Lin Shuhao.

The young girl that was left behind looked thin and weak. Her face was delicate and pretty with a lowered head and pleasing to the eye. She had been the one with the worst temperament among the four just now.

However, when Yang Fan looked at her, he could see the admiration in the depths of his eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of quality material that had yet to be excavated.

In actuality, when Yang Fan looked at the human, his first glance was not on the human form, nor on the cultivation talent, but on the biological field of the latter.

Even though this young girl's biological field was weak, the halo it emitted, was rarely seen as pure and beautiful in both the mortal world and the God Realm. The milky white halo, layer after layer, continuously spread out, gradually becoming one with the world.

Whether the biological field was beautiful or not, it reflected the good and evil of the heart.

As the saying goes, from heart to heart, if a person had dirty thoughts running through his mind every day, over time, he would naturally look wretched and not like a good person. At the same time, it would also affect the shape and color of the biological field.

Therefore, no matter how good one pretended to be, like a modest gentleman, there was nothing that could hide from Yang Fan.

On the contrary, like the girl in front of him, no matter how inconspicuous she looked, no matter how poor her cultivation talent was, she was still a rare treasure in Yang Fan's eyes.

In this muddy world, he thought to himself, working hard for the rice and salt, working hard for the scheming and fighting, how many people can keep their initial determination unchanged?

The video game that he loved to play, the person that he had a crush on, the idol that he liked, the goal that he had set in his heart a long time ago, where were they now? The important things have been changed again and again. Now, you are still using the name and family of ten or twenty years ago, but you are living a life that you could not even imagine ten or twenty years ago. Do you have a completely different view of the world? Who exactly are you? Are you or are you?

You can explain this as reality, this as growing up, this is the price, but what you don't want to admit is that there is still a person in this world who is very different from you.

They did not forget their original thoughts as they stubbornly clung to their first true self. Regardless of what adversity they were in, what temptations they faced, or what pain they experienced, they were able to stay still and move forward to their desired goal.

Continuously advancing, even if it was bloody, was still a step forward, and eventually became something that you felt was impossible to achieve, an achievement that you couldn't even begin to imagine.

And you are alone.

However, as Yang Fan stood at the height that he had previously reached, he was acutely aware that the only way to reach the true pinnacle of cultivation was to rely on the person who had the Intent.

Thus, some of the successes and failures were already decided at the beginning of everything.

Of course, not all of them had good intentions. Even great evil people could not forget their initial intentions. They swore to kill someone's entire family when they grew up, and then they would slaughter the entire family. They also did not forget their original intentions.

The girl in front of him was obviously not a traitor, or the color of the biological field would not have been milk white.

However, the hearts of the people were fickle. No one could guarantee that the hero of today would not become the devil of tomorrow.

"What's your name?" Yang Fan asked.

"Reporting to Grand Uncle, disciple Jian Xinyi." The girl lowered her head and replied.

Yang Fan said indifferently: "From now on, call me Young Master."

Jian Xinyi froze for a moment before agreeing.

Because the title 'Young Master' was too rare. Even if one was a descendant of a noble family, one would at most be a certain young master or a certain young master. As for 'Young Master', it was not suitable for this era.

She naturally did not know that Yang Fan had already become accustomed to this form of address after staying in the ancient and rich God Realm for two thousand years.

"Bring some food to my room." Yang Fan instructed, he turned and entered the room.

The young lady raised her head and looked at the closed door. Curiosity and excitement could be seen in her clear eyes.

After a moment, Jian Xinyi brought the food into the room. Three dishes and a soup, although they looked simple, the fragrance was in the air, causing one's appetite to increase.

After Yang Fan finished eating quietly and put down the chopsticks, he did not say anything and waved his hand for the young girl to take her leave.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the girl's eyes. She cleaned up the plate and left.

Yang Fan glanced at her back figure and smiled faintly. After meditating for half an hour, he got up and left the room, arriving at the rear courtyard.