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"My child... let's go."

Looking at Yang Huan's bewildered figure, Mr. Han said weakly.

Yang Huan hurriedly helped Mr. Han up from the ground, and said, "Grandpa, stop talking, I'll send you to find Dr. Zhang right away!"

However, before he could take a few steps with his support, Mr. Han shook off Yang Huan's hand.

This made Yang Huan very puzzled.

"My child, I have only a few days to live with my old bones."

"Don't waste time on me, pack up your money and leave the village."

"The Wang family is a family of cultivators. It is a well-known big family nearby. Their ancestors are over 3000 years old. I heard that they will ascend to the fairy world soon."

"Although his sons are not up to the mark, in the final analysis, they are all hundreds of years old and in the realm of reincarnation."

"Today, the third young master of the Wang family is the most talented person in their family. He is only over 150 years old and has already touched the threshold of the realm of reincarnation."

"Fighting a cultivator is a dead end, let's go, kid."

Yang Huan was stunned for a while, and asked after a long time: "Over 150 years old? How old is this guy?"

Old Master Han coughed a few times and said, "Once you step into the cultivation world, even the lowest cultivators have a lifespan of three hundred years."

"Every time you raise a level, your lifespan will double, and you are almost immortal."

Listening to Mr. Han's narration, Yang Huan was thoughtful.

Suddenly, he realized something again and asked, "Grandpa Han, aren't you an ordinary person? Why do you know so much about the cultivation world?"

There was a look of pain on Mr. Han's face, and he said, "I'm just an ordinary farmer."

"But my son and daughter-in-law are both from the cultivation world, but they left earlier than me."

"Now it seems that they all died in the hands of the Wang family."

Seeing that Mr. Han was in such pain, Yang Huan hurriedly changed the subject and asked, "Then, what kind of fan are they asking for today?"

"It's the treasure my son found in a secret realm before, and he was chased to death all the way because of this."

"It was kept in my hands for a few years before it was stolen by a thieves."

"Otherwise, I would have given them already."

Yang Huan showed dissatisfaction on his face, and said: "People in the cultivation world can work for tigers and oppress the common people!"

"It's simply unfair! Is there no one to take care of it?"

Master Han smiled bitterly: "My child, you are still young, and you don't understand a lot."

"There is no fairness in the world. Go away. If you hurt a dozen of their servants, they will definitely come back to take revenge on you."

Yang Huan shook his head stubbornly, still not giving up, and said, "Grandpa, where is the Wang family?"

"Son, I won't say it. If I say it, it will hurt you." Mr. Han understood what he was thinking and said immediately.

"No! I won't go now." Yang Huan clenched his fists.

"One day, I will also become a cultivator, and even ascend to the fairy world!"

"By that time, my strength will be stronger. I will definitely go back to seek revenge from the Wang family and find my sister!"

"Grandpa, if you don't tell me where the Wang family is, I will never find my sister again."

Looking at Yang Huan's sincere eyes, Mr. Han finally couldn't hold back.

Pointing to the north outside the village, he said, "North, about 3000 miles away, is the Wang family's house..."

"Son, you promise grandpa that you must not go now. If you are looking for your sister, you must wait until you are also a member of the cultivation world."

"Grandpa, I don't want to see you being killed by them at such a young age."

Yang Huan nodded obediently and said, "Of course, Grandpa, I never lied to you, right?"

"That's good...that's good..."

Mr. Han was weak, with a smile on his face, and left the last two sentences.

Slowly fell into Yang Huan's arms.

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"Little brother Xiao Le, did the ancestor of the Wang family come to the fairyland later?"

Yang Ling endured the severe pain on his forehead and asked.

A few pieces of memory appeared in her mind, which seemed to be some incomplete images of her after she was taken to Wang's house.

Xiao Le nodded, and said: "It's true, that cultivator of the Wang family broke through the realm of the spiritual sea, reached the realm of the fairy king, and came to the fairy world."

"Take me to find him." Yang Ling endured the severe pain on his forehead, pulled out his fairy sword from his waist, and said.

Although she only has some confused memories of Mr. Han's figure.

But she now knows that Mr. Yang is a kind and wonderful person all his life.

Not only did they take in the two homeless siblings, they even thought about Yang Huan before he died.

Back then, she was unable to avenge Mr. Han, but now it's different.

Even if the Immortal King has reached the realm of Immortal Venerable, she must kill him to sacrifice the spirit of Old Man Han.

A fairy officer next to her hurriedly stopped her, and said with a smile: "Miss Yang, I don't need you to do it."

"As early as when Judicial Immortal Venerable first ascended to the fairy world, the members of the Wang family were personally beheaded by him."

"It is estimated that the grass on the grave is several meters high now, so you don't need to be so anxious."

When Yang Ling heard his words, she put away her sword, but she still refused to let go, and continued to ask: "What about the Wang family? Where do you live now?"

"Yo, that's even longer!"

"As early as 1000 years ago, the Wang family was completely wiped out!"

Hearing that the Wang family was destroyed more than 1000 years ago, Yang Ling widened his eyes and asked, "This is impossible!"

"Yang Huan has only been in the fairyland for 500 years, so how could the Wang family be destroyed more than 1000 years ago?"

"Could it be that Yang Huan didn't listen to Grandpa Han!?"

Thinking of this, Yang Ling looked towards the Temple of Justice almost subconsciously.

In the picture, Yang Huan seemed to clenched his fist and looked to the north.