I Am Your Natural Enemy

”I know there’s something I need your help with.”

”Go ahead.”

”A friend of mine passed away, leaving behind a child. I want to send this child to Divine Land for schooling. They’ll go through the normal procedures here. Can you quietly arrange for the application to get approved smoothly on your end?”

The child is just an ordinary person, nothing special, not related to different races.

Of the people I know, you’re the only one suitable and trustworthy for this.”

”Send me the details.”

”Thanks a lot.”

After hanging up, Wen Yan looked at the information on his phone. An ordinary kid studying engineering with good grades, looking like a well-behaved child.

Wen Yan used his privileges to check, and indeed found out that the child had applied to schools within Divine Land. Some were already rejected, and others were still under review.

Wen Yan understood Old Meng’s intention. If it were just this matter, Old Meng could have done it himself, but he didn’t want to leave any traces linking him to the child. This way is actually safer.

Wen Yan didn’t ask Old Meng why he didn’t send the child to Europa or Ah Mei’s side. Considering what Old Meng had been up to recently, he wouldn’t send anyone to those places even if he went crazy.

Wen Yan looked at the child’s application directions, all related to medicine, and didn’t rush into action.

Let the normal application process proceed so that no one pays attention to the child. If he intervenes, he might leave some traces.

Putting away the phone, he contemplated the information given by Old Meng. Old Meng mentioned others but not The Rich, which basically meant that revenge was certain, so be careful, and the opponent is crazy, holding hard currency.

Wen Yan thought about it and decided to communicate with the General Director; it never hurts to be cautious.

Wen Yan continued with his normal martial training, cultivation, daily worship, transcendence, and other routine tasks.

Near bedtime, a message from the Black Box arrived.

Old Wang, the owner of the fried goods shop, had taken a day-long bus ride to Central Plains County, rested in County Town for half a day before continuing to another small town, and then took a bus into the mountains, spending most of the day before finally reaching his destination.

It’s an old village with almost no young people. Many had moved away, and in twenty years, it might be completely abandoned.

According to the Black Box, Old Wang’s grandfather’s name was revealed, and it showed that his grandfather used to be from this village.

Wen Yan checked the information, confirmed that Old Wang was resting, and put away his phone, knowing he had to go out tomorrow.

Meanwhile, in the western part of Central Plains County, Old Wang and his wife stayed at a villager’s house.

He found the old house from his memories, but it had become a complete ruin after decades of non-occupancy.

Upon arriving in the village, vague childhood memories began to emerge.

As Old Wang was lost in thought, the door knocked, and an elderly man, looking seventy or eighty, walked in with two bowls.

”Uncle, have some food. The way to where your grandpa is buried is not easy; wait until tomorrow to find someone to take you.”

Old Wang quickly stood up to take the bowl, which contained ordinary boiled eggs. This was the elder’s way of treating guests with the best hospitality.

”No need for trouble, I’m not hungry.”

”Eat, there’s not much good stuff. Eat while it’s hot; it has sugar in it.”

”You eat; I’m not hungry.”

”I’ve eaten already, so hurry and eat.”

Old Wang felt somewhat awkward, having been away for many years, he’d almost forgotten the village, not expecting that upon arrival he’d realize his seniority was a bit high.

Among those of his generation, not a single one is alive.

Before him, calling him uncle, was considered the highest-ranking person in the village.

With a face full of wrinkles, the elderly man, satisfied that Old Wang accepted the food, left contentedly.

Holding the enamel bowl, Old Wang looked at the boiled eggs inside and recalled that as a child, this was indeed his favorite. He used to sneak extra sugar, but one time he added too much, feeling the sweetness even in his throat late at night.

Later he found out, it was family sugar of poor quality, the faint strange taste was from beet sugar.

Old Wang pushed one of the bowls towards his wife.

”Eat up, here, when a guest arrives, serving sugar water boiled eggs is considered the warmest hospitality.”

My grandpa told me as a child that if he ever wasn’t around, being sweet-tongued would let me get meals from every house, no one would let me starve.”

I only got to eat sugar water eggs during the New Year; at ordinary times, no family would waste sugar like this.”

Old Wang drank the soup, sweet but without that impurity taste.

”Kids these days don’t like sugar.” His wife gave him one of her eggs: ”I can’t finish; you eat.”

”Kids nowadays can eat so many things, of course they don’t like sugar. I used to put sugar between steamed buns to eat.”

”And then you ruined your teeth early, right?”

”...”

Old Wang smiled, holding the enamel bowl.

”Eat, finish, sleep early; there’s work tomorrow.”

...

In the deep night, Wen Yan finished his cultivation, fell asleep and immediately felt his body floating. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, seeing nothing. Even the Skeleton Dog sleeping by the window was gone, realizing that he was in a dream.

He walked to the window and looked out, seeing Grandma holding a small bowl containing hot water mixed fried noodles, slowly eating with chopsticks.

Wen Yan quickly went downstairs; Grandma approaching him was not ordinary.

He went to the door, sat on the steps, allowing Grandma not to need to lift her head.

”Grandma, thanks for personally running; there must be something, right?”

”Can’t I just come by to see?”

”Of course, sure, how’s the fried noodles? Xiao Mo cooked them today, said that you like having them as snacks.”

Grandma didn’t comment on the taste but seemed quite happy.

Wen Yan chatted casually with Grandma before she spoke about the real matter.

”I need a favor; if you have time, go to Central Plains County to help.”

”One of our friends’ descendants might be in danger; go bring them back.”

”We always sought their help in trouble; we cannot stand by now when they need us.”

”Alright, you’re right. Just tell me where to go and the person’s name.”

”Wang Jianjun, in the western part of Central Plains County, at a place called Wangjia Valley.”

”Hm?” Wen Yan startled, Old Wang?

Old Wang is called Wang Jianjun, and he’s currently at Wangjia Valley.

”You know him?” Grandma noticed Wen Yan’s unusual reaction.

”I do, he used to run a fried goods shop in Virtue City, awakened as a priest, left the shop to me, and went away, arriving today at Wangjia Valley.”