Chapter 135: The Secret Art of Blooming Peach Blossoms

"Alright... Since you trust him so much..."

"Then let's trust him this time too..."

Lin Ade nodded toward Lin Dongmei, considering that Zeng Xiaofan's medical skills had truly astonished the couple.

Soon, the three of them split up, and before long, most of the preparations were complete. Zeng Xiaofan also stayed behind to boil some hot water.

When Lin Yuru returned holding the peach branches, she said with a troubled expression:

"Xiaofan, I've gathered the peach branches and leaves, but I simply couldn't find any peach blossoms."

"It's already July, and the eagle-beak peaches have all been harvested and sold—how could there possibly be any peach blossoms left?"

"I even went out of my way to ask around in higher-altitude villages where things traditionally ripen later, but there are no peach blossoms to be found anywhere..."

Lin Yuru looked full of self-blame as she spoke, but Zeng Xiaofan merely smiled faintly and said with an air of calm:

"No problem at all. Just bringing back the branches is enough; I'll take care of the blossoms."

Lin Yuru shook her head with a bitter smile:

"You'll take care of it... How could you possibly take care of it? Can you just conjure up peach blossoms out of thin air?"

Zeng Xiaofan smiled faintly: "You actually hit the nail on the head!"

"I certainly can conjure them!"

"Hmph~ This young man is just running his mouth, speaking without thinking. Is he actually capable of anything?"

Hearing this, Lin Ade once again grew suspicious of Zeng Xiaofan, and Lin Dongmei chimed in:

"Precisely! The blooming season for peach blossoms ends back in February or March. How could there possibly be any peach blossoms now?"

"Conjure them up, my foot—as if that's even possible!"

While the couple muttered their doubts internally, Zeng Xiaofan didn't say another word and walked straight out into the courtyard.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Zeng Xiaofan moved his mind and summoned the miraculous emerald gourd from his sea of consciousness.

He gently poured a single drop of spiritual liquid into the water ladle, and instantly concealed the small emerald gourd back within his sea of consciousness.

Zeng Xiaofan knew all too well that such an ultimate treasure must never be easily shown to others, for as the saying goes: an innocent man holding a treasure is guilty of his own wealth.

Once outsiders learned of this artifact, trouble would inevitably follow.

Therefore, he had long since made up his mind never to let a single soul know about the existence of his little emerald gourd.

After diluting the drop with well water, Zeng Xiaofan picked up the ladle and walked back into the house.

Seeing this, Lin Yuru asked in confusion:

"Didn't you say you could solve the problem with the peach blossoms?"

"Where are the blossoms?"

Zeng Xiaofan smiled without answering, walking straight up to the pile of peach branches Lin Yuru had brought back, and began to chant in a low voice:

"Peach branches, peach branches, heed my command!"

"Fertile soil as nourishment, sweet dew as the guide!"

"Sprout! Grow! Flourish! Thrive! Become shade in the blink of an eye!"

"Grow, grow, grow!"

As he spoke, Zeng Xiaofan dipped his hand into the water in the ladle and gently flicked it across the peach branches. A miraculous scene unfolded!

The broken peach branches, whose leaves had already begun to wither, seemed to respond to some invisible call. They instantly unfurled,

growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, sprouting new branches and leaves, becoming more and more luxuriant. Within a mere dozen seconds or so, blossoms of pink peach flowers burst into bloom right before their eyes!

Goodness!

Lin Yuru and her family were utterly dumbfounded!

Lin Yuru's pretty mouth, painted with red lipstick, fell wide open, her tender pink tongue trembling slightly:

"Oh my god! Xiaofan... How on earth did you do that?"

"This is simply too miraculous!"

"I've known you for so long, and I had no idea you were this powerful!"

"Xiaofan, you're truly a treasure of a man! The deeper one digs, the more surprises are revealed!"

"You guy... you're simply incredible!"

Lin Ade and Lin Dongmei also stood with their jaws dropped wide open, utterly unable to believe their own eyes:

"Is... is this for real?"

"This is beyond miraculous..."

"A master! He is truly a master of masters!"

The look Lin Ade gave Zeng Xiaofan was now completely devoid of any doubt. At this very moment, nothing remained in his heart for Zeng Xiaofan except heartfelt reverence!

Rural folk tended to be relatively superstitious by nature, and previously they had simply doubted Zeng Xiaofan because of his youth.

Now that they were certain Zeng Xiaofan was a master of the mystic arts, the couple's respect for him knew no bounds.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, Master, for extending your helping hand!"

"We were blind before and failed to recognize a true master, offending you out of ignorance. Please forgive us, Master!"

Lin Ade and his wife bowed respectfully to Zeng Xiaofan. Zeng Xiaofan smiled slightly:

"You two don't need to be so formal; the matter isn't settled yet."

"You should step outside now. I need to perform the substitution ritual for Yuhang, and it wouldn't be appropriate for you to stay in the room."

"Yes, yes! Everything shall be done as the Master says!" Father Lin and Mother Lin were extremely cooperative and immediately turned to leave.

Lin Yuru hesitated slightly, but Zeng Xiaofan said with a solemn expression:

"Aunt Yuru, you should go outside as well. It won't be convenient for you to stay here while the spell is being cast, and it would be bad if the malevolent spirit were to jump onto you."

"Alright..." Only then did Lin Yuru turn and walk out of the house with a worried expression, closing the door behind her.

Only then did Zeng Xiaofan pick up the unconscious Lin Yuhang and place her atop the Eight Immortals table.

Lin Yuhang was tall in stature, and a single Eight Immortals table could not entirely support her entire body.

Zeng Xiaofan placed only her upper torso and rounded hips on the tabletop, leaving her head and long legs hanging off the edges on either side.

Zeng Xiaofan walked to the head of the table behind Lin Yuhang to steady her neck, but as he lowered his head, his movements paused momentarily.

It turned out that Lin Yuhang's head was tilted backward, fully exposing her delicate, tender neck to Zeng Xiaofan, her pretty lips parted slightly.

Zeng Xiaofan had originally been entirely focused on performing the ritual, but after stepping behind Lin Yuhang's head, he abruptly realized

that the height at which she was lying happened, by sheer coincidence, to align directly with his waist and hips.

And with her lying back like that, lips parted, it involuntarily conjured some rather strange images in Zeng Xiaofan's mind.

Of course, those images flashed through his mind for only a split second before being sternly rebuked by his inner conscience.

This was a time for saving lives; how could he harbor such blasphemous thoughts!

Zeng Xiaofan cursed himself inwardly a few times and hurriedly moved around to Lin Yuhang's feet.

However, Lin Yuhang's legs also dangled down past the edge of the table, her legs slightly parted,

a posture that was equally indescribable, and crucially, the height was once again just right....

Zeng Xiaofan felt a fresh wave of awkwardness wash over him. Just as his focus drifted slightly, Lin Yuhang let out a murmured groan:

"Ah~"

Hearing the soft, alluring gasp made Zeng Xiaofan's scalp tingle and his heart skip a beat:

"No... She's about to wake up..."

"Saving lives is paramount; I can't afford to worry about that anymore!"

With that thought, Zeng Xiaofan grabbed the already heavily torn clothes on Lin Yuhang with both hands and gave them a fierce pull!

*Rip!* Lin Yuhang's garments were instantly torn completely apart by Zeng Xiaofan, immediately exposing her smooth, tender skin, white as mutton-fat jade.

Zeng Xiaofan didn't dare hesitate, because this was essential for the procedures that followed; he had no choice but to strip the clothes off Lin Yuhang's body with his own hands.

Even her small white base underwear was torn away...

For a moment, facing the breathtaking figure of Lin Yuhang, a dance instructor, Zeng Xiaofan felt his cheeks flush with a trace of embarrassment.