I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1543 - 366: A Calm Mortal Life..._5

Lin Fan in his small corner of the world, has earned a reputation as a ’honest man’.

He is very gentle with everyone.

And his abilities as a diviner gradually became known to some loose cultivators. Although he did not win the trust of many loose cultivators like the old immortal, he still had some loyal followers.

Though not wealthy, the fees he collected were enough to live on.

In the courtyard.

The vegetable seeds planted before had long since grown and borne fruit. The fruit looked like cucumber, but its taste was sweeter, with more juice. In the cultivation world, it was called ’earth fruit’.

Little Wei An especially loved to eat it.

He grew up eating this stuff.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, help me watch over Xin’er."

The female cultivator living next door said.

This was the widow who had moved here a few years ago. At first, Lin Fan was not familiar with her, but thinking that distant relatives were not as good as close neighbors, he took the initiative to build a relationship.

Gradually, they became familiar with each other.

The female cultivator was named Qi Yan; her deceased husband was named Shen Hai, and their daughter was named Shen Xin.

A woman trying to raise a daughter in the cruel cultivation world was very difficult, so after becoming familiar with Lin Fan, Qi Yan would leave her daughter to him every time she went out to earn spirit stones.

Three-year-old Xin’er was sweet in appearance, but had extremely poor spirit roots, making her unsuitable for cultivation. She might just live as an ordinary person in this life.

Xin’er liked little An a lot, and as her elder brother, little An often played with Xin’er in the courtyard.

Lin Fan observed Qi Yan and confirmed that her journey would be safe.

"Alright, no problem," Lin Fan said with a smile, then bent down to trim the vegetables in the courtyard.

Seeing Lin Fan busy, Qi Yan couldn’t help but feel relieved and confident. She had noticed that Ni Haisheng often came to find Fellow Daoist Lin, and she realized that whenever Ni Haisheng was about to leave, he would consult Lin Fan. If Lin Fan nodded in agreement, he would leave to work, but if Lin Fan advised him to stay home and rest without worrying about daily labor, Ni Haisheng would stay home obediently, regardless of potential gains.

It wasn’t hard to find out that Wei An was the grandchild of the old immortal, and since Fellow Daoist Lin took care of the grandchild, he must have gained the old immortal’s legacy.

Once, before becoming familiar with Lin Fan, Qi Yan just nodded in passing, and Xin’er had not yet been entrusted to Lin Fan. She left her at home alone.

That day, Xin’er cried incessantly, and at that moment, while she was struggling to make a living and not knowing what to do, Fellow Daoist Lin quietly told her that if the child was crying, it was better not to go out.

On that occasion, the team she would have joined was wiped out by a Foundation Establishment Demon King outside the city. Upon learning of the incident, Qi Yan was filled with dread. If she had joined the team, she would have been dead for sure.

Since then, whenever she left the house, she entrusted Xin’er to Lin Fan for peace of mind.

Gradually, Lin Fan became the pillar of support in Qi Yan’s heart.

...

Several days later.

Lin Fan, Qi Yan, and Ni Haisheng were chatting idly in Lin Fan’s courtyard when suddenly, a large number of cultivators began streaming out of the inner city, hurriedly heading into the distance.

"Sigh, I heard that over at Fengyang Mountain, the demonic cultivators are causing a huge commotion, and dozens of villages around have been looted, with countless casualties among both mortals and cultivators," Ni Haisheng had heard the news. "Several major cultivation families in the inner city have already begun recruiting loose cultivators, offering high rewards."

Qi Yan frowned and said, "How could the demonic cultivators suddenly appear? Judging by this situation, are they planning to raid Ling Yuan City?"

Lin Fan looked into the distance, where a red glow enveloped the extreme far horizon, piercing through the sky. It was filled with slaughter and bloodlust, ongoing for half a month, but the cultivators living here did not know at first.

Ni Haisheng said, "I just found out that half a month ago, the Baoling Sect had already started fighting with the demonic cultivators. It seems an ancestor of the demonic cultivators had a breakthrough, sparking the conflict."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, don’t be afraid. I believe the family ancestors of Ling Yuan City can definitely protect this place," Qi Yan saw Lin Fan staring dazedly into the distance and assumed Fellow Daoist Lin was frightened.

Indeed, Fellow Daoist Lin was a mortal. As to why he was called ’Fellow Daoist’, it was just to prevent Lin Fan from feeling inferior due to the distinction between mortals and cultivators.

"Yes, I think with the family ancestors of Ling Yuan City providing protection, there definitely shouldn’t be any problems," Lin Fan said.

Qi Yan said, "The Baoling Sect and the demonic cultivators have already been fighting, so why have demonic cultivators already appeared at Fengyang Mountain?"

Ni Haisheng said, "Such battles are fights between powerful figures. The Baoling Sect cannot spare effort to watch over here, so other demonic cultivators are naturally trying to take advantage of the situation to plunder."

Qi Yan was worried, "I hope we can be safe and sound."

"I hope so," Ni Haisheng nodded. He already had five children, all dear to his heart, and if anything happened, it would be more painful than death for him.

At this moment.

Lin Fan noticed that ominous clouds and the glow of blood were covering the heads of Qi Yan and Ni Haisheng, and his heart tightened. This is a sign of trouble.

Then he looked towards the two children playing.

Shen Xin was the same.

And Wei An’s ominous clouds and blood glow were even denser.

Could this be the second calamity?

The second calamity of life’s three major calamities, and despite the burden shared by his parents, it was still a calamity of death.