Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 437 Distributing Pills

Read Xi Yu Mianmian's masterpiece, "Oh No! My Grandmother Made Me Carry the Burden of Eight Households," now!

In the shop of Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce.

Zhou Xihai stood at the window, watching Lin Chen's disappearing figure, the smile on his face long gone.

He glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand.

Star Iron, two thousand catties.

Cold marrow copper, one thousand catties.

Blood-patterned steel, one thousand catties.

……

These things are nothing to the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce.

But Lin Chen insisted on having it every year!

"That robber!" Zhou Xihai muttered to himself.

The old man in black got up from the ground, his face ashen and his breath weak.

"Old Hei, are you alright?" Zhou Xihai asked with concern.

The old man in black shook his head, his voice hoarse:

"That Yuan Tiangang comprehended the Law of Wind, and the completeness of that law... is at least 30% or more."

Zhou Xihai's expression changed: "Thirty percent?"

The old man in black nodded: "I couldn't even last three moves against him. If he were to try to kill me, I wouldn't even be able to withstand the first move."

Zhou Xihai fell silent.

The old man in black paused for a moment before saying:

"That Lin Chen... I still can't see through his cultivation level, but there's one thing I'm sure of—"

"What?"

"He is much stronger than Yuan Tiangang."

Zhou Xihai took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"I see."

He turned around, walked to his desk, and picked up his pen to write a letter.

The letter was very long, detailing everything that happened that day, big or small.

This includes the conditions proposed by Lin Chen.

This includes the fact that the black man was subdued in three moves and his speculations.

After finishing writing, Zhou Xihai sealed the letter and handed it to a trusted subordinate.

"Send it to Zhongzhou immediately and hand it over to the guild master."

The subordinate took the letter, turned around, and disappeared out the door.

Zhou Xihai stood at the window, watching the people coming and going on the street.

The sun is shining brightly.

But his heart was ice-cold.

This Lin Chen is much more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

I wonder if Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce's cooperation with him is a blessing or a curse.

……

After leaving Songshan City, Lin Chen first went to the capital and visited some brothels. He hadn't been there in a long time and missed it terribly.

However, after going there once, I could no longer find the feeling from back then.

Lin Chen didn't stay long before heading home.

Lin Chen landed in Qin Shuyan's courtyard and pushed open the door to go inside.

Qin Shuyan was leaning against the headboard reading a book, wearing a moon-white nightgown, her hair casually tied in a bun, with a few stray hairs hanging down beside her ears.

Lin Nianbei was sleeping soundly in the cradle next to her, her little mouth slightly open, with a glistening drool at the corner of her mouth.

Xiao Yulou was also there; she sat on the edge of the bed, holding Lin Nianying in her arms.

The little one was awake, looking around with wide, curious eyes, like a curious baby.

Qin Shuyan looked up and saw Lin Chen, a slight smile curving her lips: "You're back?"

Lin Chen walked over and sat down beside Qin Shuyan's bed, glancing down at his son.

Lin Nianbei slept like a little pig, breathing evenly, her small chest rising and falling.

Lin Chen reached out and gently touched his face; it was smooth, like a peeled egg.

"Were you good today?" Lin Chen asked.

Qin Shuyan's lips curved slightly: "Good boy, eat and sleep, sleep and eat. You're much easier to take care of than Nianjun was back then."

Lin Chen recalled Lin Nianjun's mischievousness back then and nodded in agreement:

"This kid is less of a worry than his brother."

Xiao Yulou snorted from the side: "My Nianying is also well-behaved. She doesn't cry or make a fuss. She sleeps after she's full and plays by herself after she wakes up."

Lin Chen peeked at his daughter.

Lin Nianying was staring blankly at the ceiling, her small mouth opening and closing, seemingly lost in thought.

That expression was exactly the same as when Xiao Yulou was in a daze.

Lin Chen smiled, reached out and touched his daughter's face; it was soft and warm.

Lin Nianying was touched, turned her head to look at Lin Chen, paused for two seconds, and then—grinded into a smile.

She revealed pink gums; she had no teeth, just bare gums, but her smile was exceptionally radiant.

Lin Chen's heart softened, as soft as cotton candy, and he reached out to pull her from Xiao Yulou's arms.

Lin Nianying nestled in Lin Chen's arms, her little hands clenched tightly, her eyes sparkling, and drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, looking incredibly cute.

Xiao Yulou looked at the father and daughter and smiled:

"She's already recognized me as her father? I hold her every day, and she's never smiled at me this sweetly."

Lin Chen was overjoyed: "Of course, she's my daughter."

I couldn't help but marvel at how extraordinary this martial arts world was; even babies only a few days old were so lively.

Xiao Yulou rolled her eyes: "Fine, fine, fine, your daughter, you're amazing."

Lin Nianbei was disturbed and rolled over in the cradle, whimpering twice.

The three of them shut up at the same time and looked at the cradle. The little one whimpered twice and fell asleep again.

The three of them looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

After leaving Qin Shuyan's room, Lin Chen went to the old lady's courtyard.

The old lady was sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun.

Although the sun had already set, the western sky was still bright, and the orange-red light shone down, making the whole courtyard feel warm and cozy.

She squinted, fiddling with prayer beads in her hand, muttering incantations, seemingly reciting some sutra.

Su Wanqing sat next to her embroidering, stitch by stitch, slowly and steadily. She was embroidering a handkerchief with a peony flower, the stitches were fine and dense, and one of the peonies was already more than half open.

Lin Chen went inside and sat down on the stone bench next to the old lady.

"Grandmother, Mother."

Lin Chen recounted the events surrounding the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce in great detail.

From Zhou Xihai's conditions to the 30% share, to the black-clad old man who was half a Celestial Immortal, and how Yuan Tiangang defeated the man in three moves.

After listening, the old lady nodded, her hands still fiddling with the prayer beads.

"You can handle it yourself. You're better at business than your grandmother."

Lin Chen smiled but didn't say anything.

Su Wanqing interjected from the side, without even looking up, her embroidery needle continuing to fly up and down in her hands:

"Don't be too greedy. If you're too greedy, people won't want to play with you anymore."

Lin Chen nodded: "Mother, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Su Wanqing smiled slightly, but didn't say anything and continued embroidering.

Lin Chen took out two small porcelain bottles from his pocket and placed them on the stone table.

The porcelain vase was small, made of white jade, and gleamed with a warm light in the setting sun.

The old lady glanced at it and asked, "What is this?"

Lin Chen said, "The pill, the Human Immortal Pill."

The old lady's hand paused.

Su Wanqing also stopped embroidering.

The two of them looked up at the same time, both staring at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "After taking it, one can enter the realm of terrestrial immortals and live for five hundred years."

I've already saved some for Mingyue and Ruyan; they can take it when they're feeling better.

The old lady looked at the porcelain vase on the table, her eyes reddening.

She didn't speak, but Lin Chen noticed that her hands, which were holding the prayer beads, were trembling slightly.

Su Wanqing put down the embroidery hoop, her hands trembling.

After all, no one can resist the allure of longevity.

The courtyard was quiet for a while. My grandmother reached out, picked up a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and poured out a pill.

It is the size of a longan, pure white, and has a faint fragrance.

The surface of the elixir has nine shallow lines, fine and faint, like ripples on water.

"Okay." The officer's voice trembled slightly. "Okay."

Su Wanqing also picked up a porcelain bottle, poured out the pills, looked at them, and her expression became somewhat excited.

One pill grants a lifespan of five hundred years.

A lifespan of five hundred years!

"Grandmother, Mother, please take it now. I will protect you," Lin Chen said at the right moment.

The old lady nodded, put the pill in her mouth, and swallowed it.

Su Wanqing also took it.

Lin Chen stood up and walked behind them.

One hand was placed on the old lady's back, and the other hand was placed on Su Wanqing's back.

Half an hour later.

The old lady opened her eyes, a glint of light flashing in them like two bolts of lightning streaking across the night sky.

But it only lasted a moment, and then everything returned to normal.

She stood up and stretched her limbs, making a few cracking sounds like firecrackers.

She looked at least ten years younger; her hair was darker, and the wrinkles on her face were less pronounced.

Su Wanqing also opened her eyes, her gaze subtly sharp, unlike the old matriarch who was so outspoken.

But her temperament was enhanced by an ethereal quality, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.

The two stood in the courtyard, feeling the new, vibrant power within them, and remained silent for a long time.

The old lady looked down at her hands, clenched her fist, and then relaxed it.

Then he reached out and patted Lin Chen's hand without saying anything.

But that look said it all.

There was relief, there was emotion, there was gratitude, and there was also—a sense of relief.

Lin Chen squeezed her hand and smiled.

"Grandmother, from now on you'll be a terrestrial deity. You can beat whoever you want without holding back."

The old lady was amused by Lin Chen and slapped the back of his hand. It didn't hurt, but it was loud.

"Look at what you're saying, is Grandmother such a combative person?"

Su Wanqing reached out and wiped her eyes, looked at Lin Chen, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

Finally, he simply said softly, "You."

Lin Chen chuckled.