Chapter 371 - 371 371 Chuanchuan

Chapter 371: Chapter 371 Chuanchuan Chapter 371: Chapter 371 Chuanchuan He could hardly believe his ears.

Such a small child, sent to the front lines?

Not to mention the Beast Tide on the front lines.

The Giant Sect was now converging various factions, a chaotic mix, and deteriorating security.

Wasn’t she worried about encountering danger there?

Wen Hongyao was speechless.

What was wrong with the front lines?

Which Beast King without eyes would dare provoke her?

“You take her to the Giant Sect City, drop her off, and that’s it.” Wen Hongyao said.

Jiang Fan’s brows furrowed: “What about her parents? I need to ask them first.”

Elder Wen was somewhat joking.

“Her parents… passed away years ago.” Wen Hongyao stammered.

When she became Qin Wangchuan’s disciple, both her parents were gone.

That must have been at least sixty years ago?

Huh?

Jiang Fan’s expression changed slightly, feeling a bit pity.

Turned out, she was an orphan without parents.

He sighed softly, saying: “Elder Wen, sending her to the Giant Sect City, is there someone like a relative there for her?”

Besides that, Jiang Fan couldn’t think of any other possibility.

Wen Hongyao touched her nose and nodded: “Anyway, you’ll know what to do once you get there.”

“Alright, I’m leaving her to you!”

After saying that, she quickly turned back, looking relieved as if a burden was lifted off her shoulders.

Looking at the little girl left behind like that, Jiang Fan couldn’t help but laugh and cry:

“Elder Wen indeed dared to leave you with me.”

The little girl, with her hands behind her back, snorted through her nose: “She’s more than happy to see me go!”

“Stop nagging, let’s get going.”

Jiang Fan couldn’t stop laughing.

He picked her up and put her into the carriage.

“Hey! I’m warning you! Treat me with respect! You’ll be sorry if I get angry!”

She protested, waving her little fists in the air.

Jiang Fan jumped onto the carriage, laughing, and asked while driving:

“Since Elder Wen entrusted you to me, be obedient along the way.”

“I will do my best to deliver you safely.”

The little girl pouted: “I should be the one protecting you!”

Jiang Fan laughed heartily.

This little girl, if nothing else, had a particularly stubborn mouth.

She had to talk back about everything.

“What’s your name?”

“Qin Wangchuan.”

“That’s too old-fashioned, I’ll call you Chuanchuan.”

“You’re asking for it!”

“Chuanchuan, how old are you this year?”

“Don’t call me that! I’m getting angry!”

“Chuanchuan, do you have any relatives in Giant City?”

“Chuanchuan, why aren’t you talking?”

“Chuanchuan, why are you clenching your fists? Why are you gritting your teeth?”

…

Qin Wangchuan felt a bit overwhelmed.

Her age could make her Jiang Fan’s grandmother.

Yet she was constantly called “Chuanchuan.”

This maddening feeling, who could understand?

Especially since Jiang Fan was cherished by several Supreme Elders, and this trip was to the Giant Sect for business.

Moreover, it was at the suggestion of several Supreme Elders to escort him safely.

So, she couldn’t hit him, nor could she scold him.

She could only sit in the carriage, sulking and baring her teeth angrily.

With the sound of hoofbeats, beautiful landscapes passed by.

Eight days flew by in a blur.

“Chuanchuan, ahead is the border between the Supreme Sect and the Giant Sect.”

Jiang Fan stood on horseback, gazing at the endless, majestic mountains on the horizon.

One of the mountains, in the sunlight, reflected a seven-colored glow.

It was very beautiful.

And that was the seven-colored mine.

A place rich in precious seven-colored stones.

Qin Wangchuan poked her head out and, showing no interest, retracted it, expressionless:

“Another hundred miles forward, and you’ll see the Green Cloud Sect’s outpost here.”

“If you want to inquire about the Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice, ask the Deacon at the outpost.”

Jiang Fan was surprised: “How do you make it sound like you’ve been here before?”

To his surprise.

Driving a hundred miles forward.

He indeed saw rows of temporarily constructed wooden houses at the foot of the mountain.

In front of one of the wooden houses, the words “Green Cloud Sect Outpost” were prominently displayed.

“Chuanchuan, you’ve actually been here!” Jiang Fan asked.

Qin Wangchuan rolled her eyes.

She had been here more than once.

When the seven-colored mine was discovered, the Nine-Sect experts fought for the mining territory.

She led the way, fighting fiercely with many experts, securing a good mining area.

These wooden houses were also built under her orders.

“Stop nagging, get on with it!”

Jiang Fan was already used to her small stature with big words.

Just as she had become accustomed to being called Chuanchuan.

Jiang Fan chuckled as he drove the carriage to the wooden house.

He saw a middle-aged man, around forty, wearing an old Green Cloud Sect robe, instructing a few disciples to sort through some black stones.

When he saw Jiang Fan’s carriage approaching, the middle-aged man looked surprised: “Who are you?”

Jiang Fan jumped off the carriage, took out his Identity Token: “I am Jiang Fan, disciple of Sect Master Peak. Greetings, Deacon.”

The middle-aged man before him should be the head of the outpost, a Deacon-level disciple.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man’s eyes remained calm.

There was no sense of camaraderie from the sect, instead, he seemed a bit resistant to Jiang Fan.

He nodded lightly: “I am the Deacon of this outpost, Lin Fanhai.”

“Are you here on sect business?”

Implying that if he wasn’t sent by the sect, he should leave quickly.

Such a cold attitude left Jiang Fan slightly stunned, but he quickly understood.

As fellow Deacons, those staying within the sect had easy duties, and access to the best Spirit Pills, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, Cultivation Techniques, and guidance from elders.

While those assigned to the seven-colored mine were in a barren land, lacking everything.

How could there be no resentment?

Jiang Fan smiled slightly, taking out some leftover materials from refining Foundation Establishment Pills.

“As a disciple, I came by the seven-colored mine to see Deacon and my senior brothers.”

“I didn’t prepare a gift, so please accept these materials as a token.”

The disciples working there.

Seeing these valuable materials, their eyes immediately lit up.

They put down their work, gathered around to thank him:

“This junior brother is too kind.”

Living in this harsh place, they rarely saw anything good all year round.

These Foundation Establishment Pill materials were considered rare and valuable here.

Lin Fanhai’s cold expression also softened a bit.

Though the materials weren’t extraordinarily precious.

Jiang Fan didn’t act superior as previous sect delegates did.

Instead, he showed the Deacon the due respect.

“You’ve come a long way, come in for a cup of tea and rest.” Lin Fanhai invited.

Jiang Fan was eager to do so.

However, he couldn’t leave Chuanchuan in the carriage unattended.

Turning back to the carriage.

He picked her up and brought her down, saying: “Deacon Lin, it’s not safe for this child to stay in the carriage alone.”

“Can I bring her into the outpost with me?”

Lin Fanhai frowned.

Why was there a child?

Jiang Fan himself was only an eighteen-year-old child.

Yet he was taking a kid around!

Didn’t he know how dangerous the world was?

He nodded: “Bring her in, just don’t let her run around.”

While speaking.

He glanced at the little girl.

But what he saw made his soul almost leave his body.