Lin Zhan brought Zhang Lingxiu to the Shennong tribe.
The little ball of fur, Lin Ya'er, who had received the news, was already waiting at the entrance of the Shennong tribe for her eldest brother and sister-in-law.
Lin Zhan, with his pig-like face, got out of the car and saw his sister. He immediately put on a kind smile:
"Ya'er, come here quickly, let big brother have a look."
However, he didn't expect how much damage a bruised, pig-faced man grinning widely would inflict on a little girl of a few years old.
Little Ya'er burst into tears with a wail, immediately turned around, and ran towards the back.
"Wuwuwu, Master, save me! A pig-headed monster has come to our door, and it's pretending to be my big brother, wuwuwu, Master, come quickly."
Lin Zhan heard his sister's cry and quickly took out his Cheng Ying Great Saber, becoming alert: "Wife, be careful, Ya'er said there's a pig-headed monster, keep an eye out."
Zhang Lingxiu looked at her troublemaker and let out a chuckle:
"You should take a look in the mirror to know where the monster is."
Lin Zhan suspiciously used the mirror-like Cheng Ying Great Saber to check: "Damn it, how did I end up like this? That old geezer hit too hard."
Then he said to Zhang Lingxiu: "Wife, how could you kiss a pig's head like this in the morning?"
Zhang Lingxiu gave Lin Zhan a glare and said: "Can't you be serious for a moment? Do you think I've become so good-tempered that I won't discipline you?"
Then she whispered to Lin Zhan: "I was under the covers the whole time and didn't see your face."
Lin Zhan chuckled sinisterly: "Hehe, wife, let's continue tonight..."
Before Lin Zhan could finish, Zhang Lingxiu, blushing, took out her Thunder Spear.
She used the spear as a club and swung it directly at Lin Zhan, sending him flying behind the RV.
Just then, there was movement at the entrance of the Shennong tribe.
Old Ancestor Yan Di led the way, holding a fertilizer-mixing pitchfork, followed by a group of old men holding shovels, pickaxes, and rakes, running out quickly.
"Audacious pig-headed monster, how dare you come to the Old Ancestor's door to scare his disciple! Today, you'll see if the Old Ancestor impales you or not."
Zhang Lingxiu watched the energetic old men with wide eyes.
Especially one old man with a white beard, who looked incredibly ancient. Holding a cane, he did several backflips and landed in front of Zhang Lingxiu, saying:
"Girl, don't panic, old man is here. Where is that monster?"
Zhang Lingxiu looked at the old man in front of her with surprise. She clearly remembered that just a few days ago when she brought Little Tuanzi here, this old man was in a wheelchair.
"Oh no, wife, how could you hit so hard? My waist is already hurting."
Lin Zhan crawled out from behind the RV, clutching his lower back.
The white-bearded old man's eyes lit up when he saw the large pig's head.
He leaped high into the air, swung his cane around, and struck at Lin Zhan's pig-like head: "Hah, you pig-headed monster, take this strike from your Old Ancestor."
Lin Zhan, who had just crawled out from behind the car, didn't even see what was happening before darkness fell before his eyes, and he was sent flying again.
Old Ancestor Yan Di saw that the white-bearded old man had already made his move and quickly shouted: "Third Brother, go easy. The wild boars from the back mountain are causing trouble again. Let's catch them alive and keep them for breeding."
With that, he raised his pitchfork and jabbed at Lin Zhan's rear.
"Ah, damn it..."
"Old Ancestor, don't hit me, it's me."
The white-bearded old man heard Lin Zhan's cry and intensified his attack:
"You beast, how dare you shout in front of your Old Ancestor! You don't respect your Old Ancestor! Take another blow from me."
Then he shouted to the other old men:
"Brothers, beat him to death! Just leave him with a breath of life. Wild boars are like this, if you don't discipline them, they won't behave, and they won't breed obediently. A good beating will fix it."
"Help, Old Ancestor, help, wife, help."
In the moment Zhang Lingxiu was stunned, the old men had already surrounded Lin Zhan and were kicking him.
"Old Ancestor, I was wrong, I was wrong! That's Lin Zhan, not a monster."
Zhang Lingxiu quickly grabbed Old Ancestor Yan Di, who was enthusiastically poking with his pitchfork.
Old Ancestor Yan Di paused, then shouted: "Quick, quick, everyone stop, don't hit him."
The group of old men stopped immediately upon hearing Old Ancestor Yan Di's voice.
Only the white-bearded old man was still swinging his cane, furiously hitting the back of Lin Zhan's head.
An old man beside him quickly pulled him back and said: "Third Brother, stop hitting. The Old Ancestor told us to stop. This seems to be a person."
The white-bearded old man paused, then dismissively said: "You're kidding me, I know people. This thing has no human essence at all, it's definitely not human. I'll hit it for a while longer."
With that, he swung his cane again.
Old Ancestor Yan Di quickly stopped the white-bearded old man and said: "Third Brother, you should get your ears treated. They're not much better than being deaf."
"It's okay, Old Ancestor, I have selective hearing loss, it can't be cured," the white-bearded old man chuckled.
Old Ancestor Yan Di paused: "Uh, then it really can't be cured."
Then he looked down at Lin Zhan, who had been beaten beyond recognition, and said: "It looks like he really is a person."
Then he took his pitchfork and jabbed it fiercely into Lin Zhan's backside again.
"Ah..., Old Ancestor, it's really me."
Lin Zhan roared with a sour sensation after being poked by the pitchfork.
Old Ancestor Yan Di chuckled: "It really is that scoundrel from Da Shang. How did he become so pig-like?"
Then he nudged Lin Zhan, who was still groaning, with his foot: "Alright, scoundrel, stop groaning. Old Ancestor will treat you now, I guarantee you'll be back on your feet in no time."
In ancient times, Shennong tasted a hundred herbs, established Chinese medicinal civilization, and saved countless descendants.
Among all the myriad races in the heavens and myriad worlds, when it came to healing, the first place undoubtedly belonged to the Chinese Old Ancestor Yan Di. Even some innate true spirits could not compare to the Old Ancestor in healing the sick and saving lives.
Then, Old Ancestor Yan Di's hands emitted a green light that enveloped Lin Zhan's entire body.
Before long, Lin Zhan's pig-like face and his bruises all over his body were healed, and even the several puncture wounds on his backside from the pitchfork had closed.
Only the few holes in his pants were a bit unsightly, as his backside was exposed.
Lin Zhan, enveloped by the green light, felt the pain all over his body gradually subside. Even some old injuries he sustained on the battlefield had healed.
He especially felt his mind becoming clearer. Ever since he had become dull-witted last time, Lin Zhan had felt that his mind was not always clear. After receiving treatment from Old Ancestor Yan Di this time, he felt instantly healed.