abnabooks Chapter 62 Princess Iron Fan Reveals Shocking News! The Banana Leaf Fan, Famous Throughout the Three
Chapter 62 Princess Iron Fan Reveals Shocking News! The Banana Leaf Fan, Famous Throughout the Three
"Hmm." Princess Iron Fan walked to the wooden frame, reached out and touched the fan surface. "Many years ago. At that time, my cultivation was still very low, and I didn't even have a decent magic weapon. One day, I passed by the foot of Kunlun Mountain and saw a scorched earth."
"There were many things scattered on the scorched earth: ash, gravel, and a few burnt leaves."
"Later I learned that it was because Laozi's furnace exploded while he was refining elixirs, and fragments and elixir residue were scattered all over the ground. The Heavenly Court sent people to clean it up, but some scraps had fallen too far away and were not picked up completely."
"This fan fell out around that time."
Princess Iron Fan's hand gently glided across the surface of the fan.
"Strictly speaking, it's not called a fan. It was a banana leaf from Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace, used to fan the flames. After falling to the mortal realm, it absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and slowly became a magical artifact."
"When I found it, it was still a leaf. It took me more than a hundred years to refine it into the shape of a fan."
Lu Chen leaned against the kitchen door frame.
"You've been practicing alone for over a hundred years?"
"one person."
"Didn't the Bull Demon King help?"
Princess Iron Fan's lips twitched slightly.
It's not a laugh.
It's a very complex expression.
"By then, the Bull Demon King rarely returned to Mount Hao anymore."
Lu Chen did not respond to that.
He understands.
Princess Iron Fan spoke of the Bull Demon King's refusal to return home in a very calm tone, as if she were discussing the weather.
But the flatter it is, the heavier it is.
A woman guards a mountain all by herself.
She is raising a child alone.
He spent over a hundred years on his own, forging a broken leaf into a weapon that could protect himself.
How did I get through each day in between?
Lu Chen didn't need to ask.
Because he knows that feeling.
The feeling of carrying it all alone.
In his previous life, all the company's affairs fell on his shoulders for several years.
The boss said, "You'll have to work hard for me."
My colleague said, "If you're so capable, you should do it."
Everything is him.
He had to shoulder everything alone.
He held on until the very end, then suddenly died.
On the day he died, no one was by his side.
"And you?" Princess Iron Fan suddenly asked.
"What about me?"
"That wooden stick of yours," Princess Iron Fan asked, looking at the tattered stick tucked into Lu Chen's waist. "What's its origin?"
Lu Chen looked down at his wooden stick.
To be honest, there's really nothing much to say about the origin of this wooden stick.
When he first transmigrated to this world, he was chased by a wild boar and fled to the edge of a cliff, where he picked up a stick from the ground.
It's just an ordinary wooden stick.
Later, the system was activated, and the stick became his weapon.
It's not some ancient artifact.
It's not some relic of an immortal.
It was just a stick that we found.
"I found it."
Princess Iron Fan was taken aback.
"Did you find yours too?"
"Yeah. I picked it up from the ground. I grabbed it when I was being chased by the wild boar."
"..."
"There's nothing there. Just a wooden stick. It's not a magic weapon, not a divine weapon. Before we started fighting, I was even worried it would break if we tried to snap it."
Princess Iron Fan looked at Lu Chen.
I glanced at it for a few seconds.
Then he laughed.
This time, he genuinely laughed.
He laughed bigger than ever before.
Do you know why I'm laughing?
"have no idea."
"Because you're just like me."
Princess Iron Fan leaned against the stove, arms crossed.
"I survived for hundreds of years on a tattered leaf I picked up."
"You destroyed Mount Ling with a broken stick you found."
"We both make a living by collecting scraps."
Lu Chen was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed.
The two people stood in the kitchen laughing.
The laughter was not loud.
But it's warm enough.
The porridge on the stove was bubbling away.
Steam drifted out, enveloping the entire kitchen in a thin layer of white mist.
After Princess Iron Fan finished laughing, she turned around and stirred the porridge.
"Don't stand at the door. Come in and help."
"What kind of help do you need?"
"Chop the vegetables. Add some leafy greens to the porridge in the morning."
"I don't look good when I cut vegetables."
"It doesn't matter if it doesn't look good. As long as it's edible. It's the same principle as a crooked steamed bun."
Lu Chen walked into the kitchen.
Pick up the kitchen knife.
Start chopping vegetables.
The cut was really not pretty.
They vary in size and thickness.
Princess Iron Fan glanced at it and shook her head.
"Your knife skills are not even as good as the Jade Rabbit's."
"The Jade Rabbit learns quickly. I learn slowly."
"Take your time."
Princess Iron Fan stirred the porridge in the pot twice.
The two of them were in the kitchen, one chopping vegetables and the other stirring porridge.
No one spoke again.
But the air in the kitchen is different now.
It's warm now.
It's not the kind of warmth that comes from a stove fire.
It's a different kind.
Outside the window, the sun climbed above the mountain ridge.
Sunlight streamed into the kitchen.
The light shone on the stove.
The light shone on that banana leaf fan.
The light shone on the two people standing one in front of the other beside the stove.
It survived for hundreds of years on a single broken leaf.
One of them survived for less than a year on a broken stick.
They're all scavengers.
He carried it all alone.
Now I don't have to carry the burden alone anymore.
This is enough.
..........
It was the third day after Princess Iron Fan's porridge was cooked.
A group of people arrived outside the villa.
It's not a Buddhist sect.
It's not from Heaven.
It belongs to the demon race.
There are seven in total.
Stand about thirty feet away from the mouth of the valley.
I'm not coming in.
I'm not leaving.
Just stand there.
Looking towards the direction of the mountain villa from afar.
Nezha was the first to discover it.
"Brother Lu Chen! There's a group of monsters outside!"
"How many?"
"Seven! No, eight, there's one more hidden behind them!"
Lu Chen came out of the house, still holding a half-eaten bowl of porridge.
I walked to the gate of the courtyard and glanced outside.
There were indeed seven demon cultivators. Adding the one hidden behind them, that makes eight.
Their cultivation levels weren't particularly high.
It's roughly at the level between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core.
In the Three Realms, it would be considered to be in the lower-middle range.
It's neither a great demon king nor a prestigious sect.
He was just an ordinary wild demon cultivator.
Their clothing was ordinary. Some wore animal skins, some wore coarse cloth, and one was completely bare-chested, with a patch of black hair on his chest.
The leader was a deer spirit.
With its pointed snout and monkey-like cheeks, and its eyes darting around, it looked like a shrewd but cowardly monster.
Behind the deer spirit stood a black bear spirit, a fox spirit, two wolf demons, a snake demon, and a centipede spirit.
The one hidden at the very back is not very clear; it looks like a hedgehog.
The eight demon cultivators stood thirty feet away, none of them moving.
The deer spirit would stretch its neck to look towards the villa from time to time, then shrink back, whisper a few words to the people behind it, and then stretch its neck out again to take a look.
Back and forth.
Like a group of wild cats hesitating outside their den, wondering whether to go in or not.
Lu Chen watched for a while.
Place the bowl on the stone stool at the entrance of the courtyard.
He went outside.
When the eight demon cultivators saw Lu Chen approaching, they all took two steps back in unison.
The deer spirit almost tripped.
"Don't run." Lu Chen stopped ten feet away from them. "I don't bite."
The eight demon cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.
The deer spirit mustered its courage and took half a step forward.
"You...you're Lu Chen?"
"Yes."
"The one that collapsed the main hall of Mount Ling?"
"Yes."
"The one writing on Buddha's seat?"
"Yes. How many more questions do you have?"
The deer spirit swallowed hard.
His gaze swept over Lu Chen.
Plain clothes.
Straw sandals.
He had a broken wooden stick tucked into his waistband.
He had no magical treasures in his hands.
Its aura was clean and pure; there was no trace of immortal or demonic energy, not even the most basic spiritual energy fluctuations of an ordinary cultivator.
He was just an ordinary person.