Chapter 483 - Entering The Medicine God Valley Again (1/2)

Chen Fan didn’t want to spend too much time in the main hall, so he left with Lu Yanwu and entered the backyard.

His only purpose was to show some support for the Lu family and he had done enough of that tonight.

Just yesterday, Chen Fan had subjugated the entire Zhong Hai and therefore many people who lived in Lin City also heard of what had happened. Therefore, Chen Fan wagered that would be enough to deter anyone from making a move on the Lu family.

“Mr. and Mrs. Qiu, Immortal Master wishes to see you.”

By the end of the banquet, Qiu Zhenqin was stopped on his way out of the banquet hall.

“Mr. Chen?”

Qiu Zhenqin and Qiu Yilun exchanged a knowing glance with each other.

They followed the servants and quickly arrived in the backyard.

The “backyard” turned out to be the size of a park with a small gurgling creek running through it in the middle. There were painted pavilions and miniature bridges dotted here and there throughout the manicured garden. Many servants bustled about in the garden, wearing plain traditional style Qipao dresses and their hair was up in buns. Despite their swift steps, their cotton shoes made no sound on the ground. It made the visitors feel as if they walked into a n.o.bleman’s garden a few hundred years ago.

“Such culture and wealth!”

Qiu Zhenqin exclaimed in his mind.

The inner sections of the Lu family residence were never open to visitors, regardless of their rank in the government or their total wealth. Therefore, it was the first time Qiu Yilun ever set foot into this opulent labyrinth.

They arrived at the entrance of a small building. Qiu Zhenqin saw that the two vases that flanked the entrance as decoration were genuine relics from the Qin dynasty. Each one of them was worth over a hundred thousand to two hundred. Such treasure was placed outside of the building by the Lu family as if it was worth nothing.

“They must be insanely rich! Us from the Qiu family simply couldn’t compare. Yilun, behave yourself while you talk to Mr. Chen, be humble and don’t act like a brash teenager.”

Qiu Zhenqin heaved a sigh and warned his son sternly.

“Yes, father.”

Qiu Yilun nodded.

Meanwhile, Qian Lulu and Lady Qiu were enamored by the exquisite fineries scattered around the garden. There were so many of them that they weren’t sure where to place their eyes.

They kept reaching deeper into the garden and went through a few more fences until they saw guards standing by another entrance. These guards all bore an overbearing demeanor and even the air around them had an intimidating quality to it. They were powerful warriors, the cream of the crop among martial artists.

Qian Lulu and the others were still clueless as to the extent of Chen Fan’s real strength.

However, when the leaders of the Lu family, including many leaders, treated Chen Fan with utmost respect, they, too, felt a deep respect for Chen Fan.

“Immortal Master is waiting for you. This way please.”

The servant led the Qiu family to a magnificent pavilion and said.

Qiu Zhenqin cracked the door open and saw Chen Fan was sitting in an arm hair, sipping a cup of tea. Old Man Lu sat across the table with his back hunched over. Meanwhile, the Queen of Lin City, the CEO of the Lus Group, was pouring more tea into Chen Fan’s cup. Yukis.h.i.+ro Sa sat alertly behind Chen Fan.

“General Chen.”

Qiu Zhenqin plastered on a smile and bowed deeply to Chen Fan. Meanwhile, lady Qiu who was high on her horses also gave Chen Fan an ingratiating smile.

“Boss?”

Qiu Yilun was overtaken by a mix of strong yet complicated feelings.

Two years ago while they were in Hong Kong, Qiu Yilun didn’t notice nearly as big of a gap between him and Chen Fan as it was now. Chen Fan’s ill.u.s.trious achievements sounded almost unbelievable to him.

However, Qiu Yilun was quickly convinced of Chen Fan’s unimaginable power once he saw reputable tyc.o.o.ns and government officers, such as the immeasurably wealthy Lu family, bow to Chen Fan with deference.

“There is no need for such formality. I am Yilun’s cla.s.smate, so just call me Chen Fan.”

Chen Fan said readily.

Despite Chen Fan’s words, Qiu Zhenqin had eventually settled on “Mr. Chen.” He would never dare to call the mighty figure by his name.

Chen Fan left it at that and didn’t insist them to drop the formality. He knew that it was unreasonable to expect people to treat him as an ordinary fellow human being. Not even his childhood friends or college roommates could have done that.

“I just wanted to chat with you guys. It has been a while since the last time Yilun and I talked with each other. I wonder if you have any news from school?”

Chen Fan said lightly.

“Ah… yes… yes. Please chat with Yilun and Lulu. My wife and I will excuse ourselves for now.” Qiu Zhenqin bowed a few times and retreated from the room with his wife.

Even after his parents were gone, Qiu Yilun still wore the “Humble” expression in his face as per his father’s instruction.

“What are you doing there? Come over here! Have you already forgotten about your boss?” Chen Fan threw banter at him.

“Your hoity-toity-ness has scared me.” Qiu Yilun heaved a sigh as his face finally softened. He sauntered over to Chen Fan and sat down.

“Boss, did you know how bossy you were? I feel like I should call you ‘my lord’.”

“You can think of Immortal Master Chen as the Kokus.h.i.+ or Grand Preceptor during the ancient time. Even kings had to show respect for him.” Lu Yanwu said calmly.

“Indeed! I would never expect Boss to be so far ahead of us in life already.”

Qiu Yilun cracked a smile, but he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his eyes.

“Let’s talk about something else. What’s new at school?”

Chen Fan waved a hand.

The mentioning of school lit up Qiu Yilun’s eyes and lightened his mood. He quickly stopped comparing himself with Chen Fan in his mind and started to reflect on their past. It wasn’t long before Lu Yanwu brought out two jars of wine filled to the brim with fragrant vintage.

Compared to the thirty-year Matai, these wines were much more flavourful and more true to the terraria where the grains were harvested.