After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

Not long after, Li Si and Wang Ming arrived after receiving the news.

When the door to the side room was pushed open, Sun Han was trying to stand up, leaning on a wooden stick.

He turned to look at the doorway, where Li Si and Wang Ming were standing.

"You're something else!"

Wang Ming strode in, looked Sun Han up and down, lingered on his leg for a moment, and then gently patted him on the shoulder.

"I heard the spirit mine collapsed, and you only broke a leg. You're tough! When they heard the news, they were all worried about you, but I thought you weren't going to fall so easily."

Li Si didn't say anything, but walked over and squeezed Sun Han's shoulder tightly.

Sun Han looked at the two of them, her eyes reddening again.

Afterwards, Li Si and Wang Ming took turns offering words of encouragement.

Wang Ming said he had heard people mention Qingmuzhuang before; it had vast stretches of spiritual fields, far superior to the mines.

Li Si said that since Qingchen has brought you there, he will definitely take care of you. If you work hard with him, you may have a chance to make a name for yourself in the future.

Sun Han stood there leaning on his wooden cane, listening to the two of them chattering away, and his eyes reddened again.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he would never let Lu Qingchen down!

......

Sun Han's injuries had not yet healed, so after talking for a while, the group left the side room to let him rest.

Only Lu Qingchen, Li Si, and Wang Ming remained in the corridor.

Wang Ming took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lu Qingchen.

He recalled Lu Qingchen's nonchalant manner when he said, "I can handle Sun Han's matter"—at that time, he hadn't really taken it seriously.

The more casually Lu Qingchen spoke, the more uneasy he felt.

But just now, Sun Han was sitting in that side room!

Wang Ming scratched his head and managed to say, "Qingchen, I really didn't expect you to actually manage to get this done."

Li Si leaned against a pillar, his gaze fixed on Lu Qingchen, the same thought churning in his mind.

He thought more deeply than Wang Ming, knowing how difficult it was to get a menial laborer out of the spirit mine—it wasn't a matter of spirit stones, but a matter of personal connections.

Lu Qingchen had only been at Qingmu Manor for a few months, how did he acquire such abilities?

Looking at Lu Qingchen's calm face, he suddenly felt that his roommate, who had made the slowest progress at Yuxin Peak, had become somewhat unfamiliar.

Li Si was silent for a while, then said, "Qingchen, this time we owe you a lot. The spirit stones that Wang Ming and I scraped together are nothing compared to what you need to do."

Lu Qingchen waved his hand: "There's no need to say these things. As long as Sun Han's matter is settled, that's fine."

"You all go about your business. I'll take care of him while he's at Aoki Manor."

"Okay, we trust you to handle things."

Li Si nodded.

Lu Qingchen stood under the corridor, watching them walk away.

He brought Sun Han back to Qingmu Manor not only because he genuinely wanted to help him, but also because he had his own considerations.

In the future, the Spirit Protection Field will definitely be planted with many precious spiritual plants—Vermilion Fruit, Jade Marrow Fungus, Golden Leaf Orchid, that batch of high-quality spiritual rice with deep spiritual infusion, and the Earth Vein Spirit Embryo, etc.

Relying solely on protective formations is insufficient, as they only deter honest individuals, not malicious ones.

Although Sun Han has difficulty walking, he can still find work to do, such as guarding the spirit fields and keeping an eye out for suspicious people.

A trustworthy person is the best line of defense than the tenant farmers on the estate.

......

The next morning, Lu Qingchen took Sun Han back to Qingmu Manor.

It was already afternoon when the hearse stopped at the entrance of the village.

Sun Han stepped off the carriage, leaning on a wooden cane. He looked up at the vast expanse of spiritual fields before him and paused for a moment.

The jade-green rice plants were arranged neatly, their leaves glossy, and the heavy ears of rice drooping their heads, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The tenant farmers were busy in the fields; some were weeding, some were fertilizing, and the sound of cattle being herded could be heard in the distance.

He had never been to the farm before.

Having spent several months in the Spirit Mine, surrounded by gray rocks and dark mine tunnels, the sight of such a large expanse of green was quite dazzling.

Lu Qingchen led him into the manor.

Sun Han followed behind, leaning on a wooden stick, walking slowly and cautiously with each step.

On the way, they encountered several tenant farmers who curiously sized up the unfamiliar, lame boy.

Zhao Demao was in the main room, looking at the account book, when he heard footsteps. He looked up and his gaze fell on Sun Han. He looked him up and down – he was lame, had an unfamiliar face, was wearing the old clothes of a servant, and was leaning on a hastily whittled wooden stick.

"Manager Lu, who is this?"

"His name is Sun Han. He used to work as a handyman at the spirit mine, but he injured his leg and couldn't stay there any longer."

Lu Qingchen briefly explained Sun Han's situation, "I shared a room with him when I was at Yuxin Peak, so I brought him here."

Zhao Demao glanced at Sun Han's legs again, his brows furrowing slightly.

A crippled laborer, unable to do heavy work, would simply be another mouth to feed if he stayed in the village.

However, the person was brought by Lu Qingchen—Lu Qingchen had just solved the Spirit Erosion Disease for Qingmu Manor, and the Spirit Plant Hall had just given him a reward, so he was riding high.

It's not worth humiliating a lame handyman.

"Since it was handled by the Spirit Plant Hall, let's keep it."

Zhao Demao said to Wang Fu, "Go arrange a place to stay."

"Thank you, Master."

Lu Qingchen cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Sun Han, leaning on a wooden stick, awkwardly bent down and bowed.

He stood to the side with his head down, feeling very uneasy, while the two were talking.

Sun Han had been at the mine for several months, so he knew exactly what the lord of the manor meant at Qingmu Manor—he could stay or leave at will, it was just a matter of a word.

The master shook his head at the sight of a lame servant, and even Lu Qingchen couldn't stop him.

His fingers, gripping the wooden stick, trembled slightly, fearing that Zhao Demao's next words would be "send him away."

But Zhao Demao agreed.

It wasn't because he was of any use, nor because of the Spirit Plant Hall's reputation, but because Lu Qingchen spoke up.

The manor lord was giving Lu Qingchen face.

He straightened up and steadied himself with the wooden stick.

My life was saved, and I must repay this kindness in the future!

Sun Han's accommodation was quickly arranged in an empty mud-brick house at the end of the village, not far from Lu Qingchen.

The room was small, with a wooden bed, a crooked table, and a few broken pottery jars in the corner.

Sun Han stood in the room, looking at the neatly made bed and the newly added oil lamp on the table, and remained silent for a long time.

This mud-brick house may look dilapidated, but compared to the environment inside the spirit mine, it's worlds apart!

Then he turned around, looked at Lu Qingchen, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

But his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

In the end, he could only manage to say, "Qingchen, thank you."

Lu Qingchen waved his hand: "Don't say these things, I don't want to hear them either. You should recover from your injury first, then we can talk about other things."

Sun Han nodded vigorously and said nothing more.

Some things don't need to be said.

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