Chapter 63

Li Nianfan led Yao Mengji and Qin Manyun back to the quadrangle courtyard.

At the entrance, Yao Mengji stood for a long time, scrutinizing the couplet, as if he were entranced, occasionally emitting exclamations of amazement, which greatly satisfied Li Nianfan's vanity.

This old man looks unkempt and carefree, but he sure knows good stuff!

At this moment, Xiaobai had already opened the door, "Master, welcome home."

Yao Mengji was startled, feigning calmness as he stroked his beard and said, "Young Master Li, I heard Manyun mention that this spirit is called Xiaobai?"

Fine, if you call it a spirit, then it's a spirit.

Li Nianfan didn't bother to explain, nodding and saying, "It's indeed called Xiaobai. It can only help with opening doors and doing housework."

Doing housework?

Yao Mengji's eyes twitched slightly.

If you give it to me, do you think I would treat it like a grandmother?

Li Nianfan stepped into the quadrangle courtyard, smiling and saying, "Come in and have a seat."

Yao Lao took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself before stepping in.

Even so, the moment he entered the courtyard, his breathing quickened, and his eyes sparkled.

Just as his disciple described, the place is filled with treasures. The most crucial point is that these treasures, which countless people consider invaluable, are casually placed everywhere. Such a visual impact, who can bear it?

However, his eyebrows suddenly shot up, inexplicably feeling a sense of unease.

The Tianxin Qin, which had been quiet in his spatial ring, seemed to sense something incredibly terrifying. The strings began to vibrate wildly, as if it were trembling.

A pseudo-immortal artifact, though without a spirit, has already developed a bit of consciousness, clearly fearing something in here.

Yao Mengji quickly soothed the Tianxin Qin, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard, his pupils contracting sharply.

On the left side of the courtyard, there was a long stone bench, on which a guqin was placed.

The body of the guqin seemed to be made of an unknown withered wood, irregular and snake-like, clearly showing the marks of time. It had seven strings, each of a different color, looking extremely mysterious.

Yao Mengji involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Having immersed himself in the art of the guqin for a thousand years, he could see at a glance that this guqin was extraordinary!

In this entire courtyard, even the trash is a rare treasure. How could a guqin possibly be ordinary? Calling it an immortal artifact would be an understatement.

No wonder the Tianxin Qin had such a strong reaction. The gap between the two is too vast, like a mortal encountering an immortal, naturally inspiring awe.

The more he looked, the more he felt a sense of沧桑 (cang桑) (a sense of the passage of time) overwhelming him, like a prehistoric beast about to devour him.

An immortal artifact cannot be offended!

Yao Mengji quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look anymore.

He put on a humble smile and said to Li Nianfan, "Young Master Li, my disciple mentioned that you like a snack called jelly. I brought it for you today."

He was always mindful of the rules of the greats, so he didn't mention the name of the Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Liquid. Moreover, calling it 'jelly' would likely make the greats feel more approachable.

"Oh?" Li Nianfan was slightly taken aback, saying, "You're too polite."

This is too considerate, too considerate!

Last time, he had just mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect the other party to take it to heart and bring it specially after just a few days. This old man must be a very smooth operator in the cultivation world.

Yao Mengji saw Li Nianfan's pleasure and immediately felt elated. With a flick of his wrist, a small artificial hill appeared in the courtyard, complementing the stream flowing by, adding a poetic touch.

The artificial hill was emerald green, shining brilliantly in the sunlight, extremely beautiful.

Li Nianfan asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Yao Mengji explained, "Young Master Li, the jelly is produced by this object."

"I see." Li Nianfan was enlightened, feeling greatly surprised. He didn't expect the other party to even bring the machine that produces jelly, which was truly touching.

He stared at the artificial hill and saw that its top was conical, with a half-drop of jelly hanging from it, but it hadn't fallen yet.

The things in the cultivation world are indeed interesting. This artificial hill, who knows what it relies on, can produce jelly continuously.

After examining it curiously, Li Nianfan smiled and said, "It's quite an interesting thing. I'll take it."

Last time, he had already tasted the jelly and found that, apart from its good taste, it didn't cause any changes in his body. Therefore, he thought that the jelly probably wasn't a treasure for cultivators.

After all, as a mere mortal, if it were truly a heavenly treasure, it shouldn't have no effect on him.

Thinking about it, he couldn't cultivate, so cultivators wouldn't be foolish enough to give him a heavenly treasure, as it would be useless.

Therefore, Li Nianfan accepted it without refusal, after all, it was a gesture of goodwill.

Yao Mengji and Qin Manyun showed expressions of understanding.

This kind of treasure is just an interesting thing to Young Master Li. If it weren't for his fondness for jelly, he probably wouldn't even care.

Yao Mengji said with a joyful face, "I'm glad Young Master Li likes it."

Li Nianfan nodded and asked curiously, "Why doesn't the jelly fall from it? I want to taste it."

Yao Mengji quickly explained, "Young Master Li, it needs ten years..."

However, before he could finish, the artificial hill "drip, drip" dropped ten drops of jelly.

Yao Mengji and Qin Manyun were stunned, their mouths slightly open, their minds buzzing.

What's going on? Thousand-Year Mystic Ice, you've changed! You weren't like this before!

Li Nianfan's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Interesting, it seems to be voice-controlled. Nice, nice."

He thought of light bulbs and lighters, which are also voice-controlled and extremely convenient.

He continued to the artificial hill, "Ten more drops."

"Drip, drip."

Another ten drops fell rapidly, without any hesitation.

Yao Mengji felt a headache coming on. His eyes were red, as if he had been greatly wronged, and he felt like crying.

Thousand-Year Mystic Ice, you really have some nerve!

I've licked you for a thousand years, and you only gave me a drop of Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Liquid every ten years. Now, you're all over this great person, acting like a lapdog.

Where's your pride?

Li Nianfan looked at Yao Mengji, "By the way, what were you about to say?"

Yao Mengji laughed awkwardly, "N... Nothing, I was just about to tell Young Master Li that this thing is voice-controlled."