"Get lost! My sister isn't here. Go back to where you came from."
Han Yan's tone was harsh, her attitude hostile. Even through the door, one could sense her burgeoning rage. If she weren't weaker than Lin Fan, she would have already flung the door open and punched him twice in the eyes, turning them into panda eyes.
Unfortunately, she had already experienced his strength, and the experience wasn't pleasant. It left her legs and feet feeling unsteady.
"How could that be? I know she's inside," Lin Fan said, knocking on the door.
Han Yan walked to the door and threatened, "I said she's not here, so she's not here. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."
Faced with this situation, she naturally spoke the harshest words. If it weren't for the door separating them, she would definitely stare at him with a gaze capable of killing anyone, just to make him understand that his current actions had thoroughly offended a beautiful woman.
"She's here."
"How are you so sure?"
"I smell her scent."
"Scent? What scent?" Han Yan's tone changed slightly. She had never encountered such a persistent fellow. Ordinary people, upon hearing her words, would have retreated long ago, perhaps lingering at the door for a moment before leaving.
Who would have thought this guy would insist that the person was inside? It was truly annoying.
"A slight, special fragrance. I'm very familiar with her scent; it hasn't changed. Even if she's far away, if I want to find her, I can find her just by following the scent," Lin Fan said.
Old Zhang, standing beside him, looked at Lin Fan with admiration. He worshipped Lin Fan, who could do anything.
"Do I have a scent?" Old Zhang asked expectantly.
The ginseng beside them didn't speak, only glanced sideways. You have a scent? If you have a scent, it's the smell of old age.
"Yes, your scent is the one I'm most familiar with. Even if you were at the ends of the earth, I could find you immediately," Lin Fan said with a smile. The connection between him and Old Zhang was far beyond ordinary friendship. Ordinary friendships could break down due to conflicts of interest or changes in attitude, but such conflicts would never occur between them.
Because...
Lin Fan would compromise, and Old Zhang would compromise as well. They both cherished this relationship and wouldn't let it be disturbed in the slightest.
Standing behind the door, Han Yan clenched her jade fists, her eyes blazing. She had calculated everything, but she never expected this planet to have such a…pervert.
Scent?
That would be a woman's fragrance, emanating from her body. Her sister's skin was very good, almost poreless, but pores did exist, and the scent emanated from them, easily attracting guys like Lin Fan.
"Sister, open the door," Han Xiaoxiao said.
She had no objections to Lin Fan. Although they weren't very familiar, she felt he was an easygoing person. Being around him didn't feel uncomfortable.
Han Yan said, "Sister, people are dangerous. This person is not a good person. I won't open the door."
Knock, knock!
As they were talking, the knocking came again.
"Please open the door."
Han Yan snorted coldly, pulled her sister into the house, and ignored Lin Fan, letting him knock outside.
Gradually, time passed.
Han Yan pulled her sister back to the room to watch a TV series. The plot was indeed quite interesting; she had to admit, the people on this planet had some imagination.
But the only thing that bothered her was...
Knock, knock!
Knock, knock, knock!
The knocking continued, as if on a fixed schedule, endlessly, disturbing her from watching the TV series peacefully.
"Sister, just open the door," Han Xiaoxiao said.
Han Yan looked directly at her sister and said, "You don't want to go out with him, do you?"
She had always thought her sister was someone who valued her image and wouldn't interact too much with other men. But now, something seemed amiss.
"Of course not."
Han Xiaoxiao shook her head. She definitely couldn't say yes, or her sister would skin her alive.
Knock, knock!
The knocking came again.
Han Yan stood up, unable to bear it any longer, and rushed angrily towards the door. Click, she opened the door and was just about to speak when two bent fingers tapped her forehead.
"Knock, knock..."
Lin Fan quickly withdrew his hand. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
Han Yan covered her forehead, trembling with anger. "Are you crazy? You knew I wouldn't open the door, and you kept knocking. What do you want?"
"I don't mind waiting for a friend. I knocked until you finally opened the door. I know a saying: Persistence is victory, sincerity can move even metal and stone." Lin Fan was quite learned and had some accomplishments in scholarship. He wouldn't claim to be profoundly knowledgeable, but occasionally quoting a wise saying or two was absolutely no problem.
"You..." Han Yan clenched her fists, furious. She wanted to explode Lin Fan's head. He was truly infuriating.
"Xiaoxiao, let me take you out shopping. You're new here, so you must be unfamiliar with everything. This place is actually quite fun," Lin Fan said, ignoring Han Yan. He wasn't asking Han Yan to go out with him. Besides, making decisions for others was a very bad behavior, a behavior that must be protested and resisted. This reminded him of the dream where Xiaoxiao was constantly controlled by her sister, so he wanted to help Xiaoxiao resist this situation.
Han Xiaoxiao smiled and waved at Lin Fan discreetly. When Han Yan turned her head, she pretended nothing had happened and looked around as if observing something.
"She's not going," Han Yan said coldly, like an emotionless robot, her gaze icy.
"Xiaoxiao, let's go. The weather is nice today, not too cold."
Lin Fan continued to ignore Han Yan. He wasn't asking Han Yan to go, and he was helping someone else decide, which was very bad behavior. He had to protest and resist this kind of behavior. This reminded him of his dream, where Xiaoxiao was always being controlled by her sister. He had to help Xiaoxiao resist this.
Han Xiaoxiao said, "Sister, why don't we go out for a stroll?"
"No," Han Yan said indifferently.
"Xiaoxiao, since your sister isn't going, let's go," Lin Fan said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was met with Han Yan's murderous gaze.
Overbearing and sharp.
But such a look was commonplace for Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked at Han Yan with a faint smile, nodding silently, meeting her gaze.
At this moment, Han Yan looked into Lin Fan's eyes.
She had a feeling.
A familiar look.
As if she had seen it somewhere before.
Moreover, this gaze was very invasive, making her heart panic. She had an indescribable feeling. Gradually, Han Yan looked away, shifting her gaze, no longer meeting Lin Fan's eyes.
Han Xiaoxiao knew her sister would never let her go.
But she seized this opportunity.
"Alright then, Sister. If you're not going, I'll go," Han Xiaoxiao said.
She was willing to go out with Lin Fan, just to figure out one thing: where did that familiar feeling come from? For example, what was going on with the dream she and her sister had?
They were clearly cultivating, yet this happened. It could only mean there was a problem.
"I'm going."
Han Yan knew she couldn't stop her sister this way. Therefore, no matter what, she had to stay by her sister's side, lest this guy sweet-talk and deceive her naive sister.
Ginseng pondered.
Is picking up girls so easy these days?
And...he already has a wife, yet he's so blatant about it. He's worse than a beast.
The Evil Chicken contemplated.
These two were descendants of a great interstellar clan. Once, he was just an ordinary Evil Chicken, but because he carried the great responsibility of reviving his race, he endured humiliation and worked undercover beside humans, suffering all kinds of indignities. But now, he had discovered that things were progressing.
Infiltrating the special department was no longer his ultimate goal.
Very good.
The future was bright.
The path of the Evil Undercover Hero King had officially begun.
On the street, things had been fermenting for a while.
"Ginseng King."
"That's the Ginseng King."
Many passersby already knew about the Ginseng King, the being who could cure all illnesses.
An old grandmother, carrying a basket of vegetables, walked slowly. As she got older, her body wasn't as good as it used to be. Suddenly, she saw the Ginseng King and, as if injected with chicken blood, rushed over and blocked their path, kneeling before the ginseng, worshipping it piously and respectfully.
Ginseng, originally grinning, immediately straightened up and acted serious upon seeing this.
It raised its tendrils and gently stroked the old grandmother's head.
"Health and peace!"
"Thank you, Ginseng King, for your blessing."
Ginseng felt helpless. Oh dear, this situation wasn't right at all. What he liked most was being carefree, following his master, laughing without a care in the world. But now, this situation was so serious. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to let loose when he went out in the future.
The Han sisters watched in surprise.
Han Yan had long since realized that the ginseng was something extraordinary. This thing, if placed in the starry sky, would be something all clans would fight over. Looking at the current situation, it seemed the ginseng had become a kind of belief.
Thinking about it carefully...
The Divine Path?
This was a path that spirits of rare and precious objects could take. In the starry sky, there were many precious spirits similar to ginseng, but they were too weak and were snatched away as soon as they were born, with basically no time to develop.
Of course, the powerful figures of various clans knew that the Divine Path was a unique cultivation path. However, they wouldn't let these beings cultivate. Once they succeeded in cultivation, they might not be able to control them.
Therefore, it was best to eat them directly.
A great tonic, taking its essence without the need for cultivation.
Han Yan pondered. Judging from the current situation, they were so ostentatious in the city that those interstellar clan members who had already arrived must know about the ginseng's existence. The fact that it was still alive and hopping meant that Lin Fan's strength made them apprehensive, so they hadn't made a move.
A little thought made it clear.
At this moment, Ginseng was stopped again.
A young woman with her daughter, about four or five years old, approached. The child was cute and pretty. She came to Ginseng, clasped her hands together, and said in a sweet, soft, and very pleasant voice, "Grandpa Ginseng, please bless my daddy with health, mommy with health, and baby with health too."
Ginseng was surprised. What a cute little girl.
So, whether it was a person or a plant spirit, it all came down to looks.
Ginseng raised its tendrils and gently stroked the little girl's head.
"Health and peace!"