Chapter 73

Lan Yan Huan Ling left a trace of power within Su Xiaomei's body to help her suppress the anger within.

Then, he returned to Li Fan's sea of consciousness.

In just this short time, Li Fan already felt a wave of fatigue.

The *Ming Ling Huan Gong* had not yet reached the late stage of Qi cultivation, and the newly born Huan Ling was still somewhat weak.

Moreover, he had to concentrate and carefully control the intensity of the power output by the Huan Ling, to avoid causing damage to Su Xiaomei's young body.

This was not an easy task for Li Fan.

Fortunately, everything went well.

This would ensure her safety for the next ten years.

If Li Fan could safely leave the Yunshuitian Palace in this life and obtain the *Yunshui Tulu*, he would come to find her in advance.

If Li Fan met with misfortune, she could join Su Changyu and others to enter the cultivation world after ten years.

After recovering his spirit, Li Fan walked out of the basement.

The Dali nobles were still waiting outside.

After telling them that Su Xiaomei had been treated, Li Fan dismissed them.

He only kept Su Xueshi to inquire about Su Xiaomei's situation.

Su Xueshi's face turned red, and after hesitating for a long time, he stammered out the whole story.

It turned out that Su Xiaomei was not Su Xueshi's daughter, but the daughter of Su Xueshi's younger sister, Su Yuqing.

Su Yuqing was much younger than Su Xueshi. When she conceived Su Xiaomei last year, she was only sixteen.

At the time, her mysterious pregnancy caused a great stir in the Su family.

Because she had not yet married!

Being pregnant before marriage was already a scandal. What made Su Lao Ye even angrier was that Su Yuqing refused to reveal the father of the child.

She insisted that she had not done anything improper, and that one day while playing in the garden, she suddenly felt tired and took a short rest.

After waking up, she soon noticed something unusual about her body.

But as a maiden, how could she bring up such a matter to others?

As her belly grew day by day, she could no longer hide it.

The Su family, of course, did not believe this absurd explanation.

An angry Su Lao Ye wanted to abort the child.

But feeling the heartbeat of the fetus in her belly, Su Yuqing showed the strength of a mother.

No matter what, she refused to abort the fetus, even threatening to die.

Although Su Lao Ye was furious, he would not really kill his own daughter.

So he locked Su Yuqing in a room, not allowing her to go out, to prevent the news from leaking.

Finally, the day of childbirth arrived.

It took a great deal of effort to deliver Su Xiaomei.

Su Yuqing's body was already weak, and she had not received good care during her pregnancy.

After all this, her body could not withstand it.

A few days after giving birth to Su Xiaomei, she passed away with regret.

Before her death, she begged the Su family to take good care of Su Xiaomei.

The Su family were not heartless people.

After Su Yuqing's death, the whole family loved this little girl who had lost both parents from a young age, hoping she would grow up safe and happy.

Who would have thought that not long after Su Xiaomei was born, she would suffer from a strange illness.

Her whole body was hot, and she had to be constantly cooled with ice to relieve it.

The Su family invited all the famous doctors in the capital, but none could cure her.

Until Li Fan's arrival.

...

After listening to Su Xueshi's story, Li Fan looked up at the sky of this world, lost in thought.

"Born by the will of heaven, perhaps this can explain why Su Xiaomei has such high talent."

"However, according to the original historical trajectory, even with her extraordinary talent, she would still die in the face of calamity."

"How many people in the entire cultivation world have such extraordinary talent like Su Xiaomei, yet die as obscurely as ordinary people?"

"In this regard, the Heavenly Dao is truly impartial."

With this matter settled, Li Fan sighed deeply, summoned the Taiyan Boat, and quickly left.

It didn't take long for him to return safely to Liuli Island.

As He Zhenghao had said, it took about twenty-five days in total.

And the Concealment Talisman he had activated earlier was still effective.

"As long as I don't engage in combat, a Concealment Talisman can last this long. Truly cost-effective. Perhaps I should buy some for backup when I return to the island," Li Fan thought.

Inside the Mountain River Star Array, Li Fan handed the storage ring to He Zhenghao.

He Zhenghao seemed distracted, casually glanced at it, and put it away.

His attention was focused on an ancient mirror in front of him.

It looked similar to the Tianxuan Realm.

Following He Zhenghao's gaze, Li Fan saw a line of small text on the mirror.

"Spirit Mist Grass: Current price 15 contribution points per plant."

The number 15 kept changing, sometimes becoming 16, sometimes quickly becoming 14.

"Rise, you should rise!" He Zhenghao stared at the mirror, as if enchanted, repeating the words.

"Daoist He, what are you doing?" Li Fan asked curiously.

"Ah, Daoist friend, you don't know," He Zhenghao sighed, his gaze not leaving the mirror, looking gloomy.

"A few days ago, not long after you left, I received reliable information. The island where Spirit Mist Grass is grown was attacked by a sea monster, and most of the Spirit Mist Grass was destroyed."

"Previously, I told you that Spirit Mist Grass is the main raw material for making Concealment Talismans, and it is already extremely rare. Now that so much has been destroyed, the price will definitely skyrocket."

"At the time, the news had not spread, so I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a profit. I spent a lot of money in the Tianxuan Realm to stockpile a large amount of Spirit Mist Grass..."

This sounded familiar. Li Fan looked at He Zhenghao, puzzled: "Isn't that a good thing? Why do you look so dejected?"

"Ah, it's a good thing, but I was too happy too soon," He Zhenghao sighed, his gaze not leaving the mirror.

"At first, the price of Spirit Mist Grass did rise, from 20 points per plant to 25 points per plant. But who would have thought that before I could sell the Spirit Mist Grass in my hands, its price suddenly plummeted."

"It plummeted from 25 points to 13 points, nearly halved!" He Zhenghao was heartbroken.

"Fortunately, the price has rebounded recently, rising back to around 15 points."

...

Listening to He Zhenghao's words, Li Fan couldn't help but say, "Then why doesn't Daoist He take the opportunity to sell the Spirit Mist Grass in your hands? At least you can recover some of your losses."

He Zhenghao shook his head quickly: "No way. I've invested nearly a century's savings, at least I have to wait until it rises back before I sell..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly exclaimed: "Why is it falling again? Thirteen? Twelve? Ten? Eight?..."

"Still falling?!"

In the blink of an eye, the price of Spirit Mist Grass plummeted from 15 points per plant to 6 points per plant, finally stabilizing with difficulty.

"It should... rise back, right?"

After a long silence, seeing the dispirited and dazed He Zhenghao, Li Fan could only offer such consolation.