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Chapter 228 A single wild grass reveals a shocking secret!

The team of superhumans led by the blond man suffered a crushing defeat in front of Lin Fan's courtyard house. News of their disastrous retreat spread like wildfire through the martial arts circles of Beijing. Immediately, rumors and speculation arose. People began to wonder what secrets were hidden within that mysterious courtyard house.

Fang Qingxue, as the eldest daughter of a secretive international martial arts family, naturally received this intelligence as well. Her intelligence network was far more powerful than that of ordinary martial arts organizations. When she heard the description of the "invisible wall" and "powerful counter-force," her heart couldn't help but tremble.

This power felt strangely familiar to her.

She always felt that she had seen or experienced something similar at some point in her life. But whenever she tried to delve deeper, her mind would go blank, as if a thin mist was covering that memory.

"Young Miss, according to our analysis, that courtyard house is very likely related to the 'Dragon Vein Relics' that our family has been searching for," her bodyguard reported respectfully.

A thoughtful glint appeared in Fang Qingxue's eyes. She felt she had overlooked some crucial clue. She had once been so close to the truth, but why did it now feel so distant?

She decided to go to that courtyard house herself.

That afternoon, Fang Qingxue arrived alone at the entrance of Lin Fan's courtyard house. Unlike those with superpowers, she didn't try to climb over the wall. She simply stood quietly in front of the door, her gaze fixed on the ancient wooden door.

She reached out and gently touched the door panel.

There were no abnormalities.

She had some doubts. Could the intelligence be wrong?

She walked around the courtyard wall again, carefully observing every inch of it.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on an inconspicuous weed in the corner of the courtyard wall.

The wild grass swayed in the autumn wind, seemingly ordinary. But Fang Qingxue keenly sensed that it emitted an extremely faint yet exceptionally pure energy fluctuation.

This energy fluctuation stirred a sense of familiarity within her once again.

She crouched down, reached out, and gently touched the wild grass.

The moment their fingertips touched, a cool and pure energy, like a gentle stream, quietly seeped into her fingertips and reached deep into her meridians.

Fang Qingxue's body trembled slightly. She felt as if something deep within her mind had been gently touched.

Fragmented images flashed through her consciousness like lightning: a blurry fairy flower, a rich fragrance, and a detached yet profound figure.

"This is..." Fang Qingxue suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with shock.

She knew this was no ordinary weed. This weed contained an extremely pure spiritual energy!

She looked at the high courtyard wall again, her eyes filled with an unprecedented curiosity.

She knew that this courtyard was anything but ordinary.

She decided to stay and explore the courtyard herself.

She checked into a hotel not far from the courtyard house. Every day, she would wander around the courtyard, carefully observing everything inside.

She saw that every morning, a tall, energetic man would walk out of the neighboring yard and then into Lin Fan's yard.

That man was He Yuzhu.

Fang Qingxue had some impression of He Yuzhu. She remembered that he seemed to be a cook at the steel rolling mill.

She discovered that He Yuzhu was busy in Lin Fan's yard every day, cleaning, washing vegetables and cooking.

She also noticed that He Yuzhu's cooking smelled exceptionally good. Although the aroma was contained within the courtyard by Lin Fan's array, it would occasionally waft out a little, allowing her to catch a whiff.

That aura felt as if she had briefly crossed paths with him in some forgotten time.

A strong thirst for knowledge welled up in Fang Qingxue's heart. She decided to find a breakthrough by looking at He Yuzhu.

That noon, He Yuzhu came out of Lin Fan's yard, preparing to go home for lunch.

Fang Qingxue seized the opportunity and stepped forward to stop him.

"Hello, sir." Fang Qingxue's tone was cool, but her eyes held a hint of inquiry.

He Yuzhu was stunned when he saw Fang Qingxue. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before.

"Hello... hello," He Yuzhu said nervously.

"My name is Fang Qingxue. I've noticed that you help out in the neighbor's yard every day," Fang Qingxue said bluntly. "I'd like to ask, is there anything special about that yard?"

He Yuzhu was startled. He didn't know why Fang Qingxue would ask that question.

He tried hard to recall, but found his mind blank. All he remembered was that Mr. Lin's courtyard was a very quiet and mysterious place.

"Nothing special," He Yuzhu shook his head. "Mr. Lin is just an ordinary neighbor. I just go there to cook for him every day."

Fang Qingxue frowned slightly. She knew that He Yuzhu was not telling the truth.

She keenly noticed a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of spiritual energy surrounding He Yuzhu. This spiritual energy was exactly the same as the one she had sensed on the weeds earlier.

"The food you cook has a very special flavor," Fang Qingxue said again. "I can feel that your food contains a very pure energy. I have never felt this kind of energy anywhere else."

He Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat. He knew his cooking was delicious, but no one had ever praised him like that before.

"You... what kind of energy are you talking about?" He Yuzhu asked, somewhat puzzled.

Fang Qingxue looked at He Yuzhu with a questioning look in her eyes.

She knew that He Yuzhu must be hiding some secret.

This secret is very likely related to Lin Fan's courtyard.

"This is a kind of energy that can transform a person completely," Fang Qingxue said in a deep voice. "I want to know, where did you learn this cooking method?"

He Yuzhu was startled. He hadn't expected Fang Qingxue to be able to see through the secret in his food.

He tried hard to recall, but found his mind blank. He only remembered that Mr. Lin would occasionally give him a few pointers, and then his cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds.

"I...I just figured it out on my own," He Yuzhu said somewhat guiltily.

Fang Qingxue looked at He Yuzhu with suspicion in her eyes. She knew that He Yuzhu was not telling the truth.

But she also knew that He Yuzhu himself probably didn't know what had happened to him.

She decided to continue her investigation.

She believed that as long as she continued her investigation, one day she would uncover all the secrets of Lin Fan's courtyard.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, stood quietly in the courtyard, watching all of this unfold.

He knew that Fang Qingxue's intuition was very sharp.

She has touched the edge of the truth.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

It seems his peace and quiet is about to be broken again.

But it's okay.

This would just add a touch of fun to his tranquility.