Leisurely mountain village

At 10 a.m. on Saturday, Ye Huan received a message from his clone after getting up. The list of his die-hard followers had been mostly cleared out, except for a few who were probably hiding and could not be found at the moment.

If it weren't for this group of people, who were all helping that person who was actively targeting Ye Huan, Ye Huan wouldn't have cared about this matter. But since they all like to suppress and bully Ye Huan, Ye Huan isn't a saint or a sanctimonious person. For those who are hostile to him, lying in the cold hell is the best option.

The village's grain harvest is complete. Prices have been completely rearranged for the first quarter of this year. Starting this year, grain in Yejia Village will be 3000 yuan per jin (500 grams), and the prices of vegetables, tea, and fruits will also be set very high.

The business owners didn't waste any time and relied on their own abilities to acquire goods. The main suppliers have now shifted from Yejiacun to other cooperative villages.

Ye Huan had already told them that he was now controlling the amount of ingredients released from the Spirit Gathering Array. There was also another matter: Ye Huan had discussed with the old man that their bodies were perfectly fine to consume Ye Family Village's ingredients long-term, but anyone who dared to steal organs would have their entire family wiped out.

Before dinner in the evening, Ye Huan received another call from the manager of the overseas farm, who said that the grains and vegetables Ye Huan had asked them to grow were already in stock, and asked what to do with them.

Ye Huan got his clone's company up and running and then left it to his own devices. His interest in overseas ventures was just a passing fancy; his current focus was still on the domestic market.

But the unexpected happened very quickly. Just three days later, on the evening of April 17th, the old butler Joseph called Ye Huan and said that something had happened.

The company took the grains and vegetables from the spirit-gathering array set up by Ye Huan and promoted them. Someone took a liking to them and is now blocking the farm and winery, trying to forcibly acquire the land. The other party has a powerful background.

Now they've simply kicked all the managers and workers out and put them inside.

Ye Huan smiled, told his family, and then took Qilin and Mangfu directly to the farm.

"Young Master." Joseph and his group were stopped outside the winery by another group of people in black uniforms. Ye Huan had just arrived when Li Hairui called.

"The other party is the young master of a super-rich family. He has capable people under him. Be careful. If it doesn't work out, just give in."

"Hehe, it's nothing, you don't need to worry about this. I'm coming." Ye Huan said, then hung up the phone. A conglomerate? I think I'm pretty short on money right now.

"Are you all alright?" Ye Huan asked Joseph and the others.

“Young master, they drove us out, and Bauer tried to stop them, but his leg was broken,” Joseph said.

Ye Huan looked at the managers and saw that Bauer was lying on a piece of cloth behind them. "Bauer, you're alright." Ye Huan gave him a pill, then touched his leg with one hand and kneaded it a few times until he recovered.

"We'll find a doctor later, and he'll be fine with a cast for a few days." Ye Huan stood up. "You brute."

The brute started running, then jumped up, waving its front paws. Two men in black uniforms instantly fell to the ground, lifeless. The others stared in horror at the large dog, and someone started calling out to it via walkie-talkie.

When the group of people came out of the winery, the brute had already cleaned it up; there wasn't a single person in a black uniform standing there anymore.

"Who are you?" A young white man with an arrogant and overbearing demeanor glanced around the scene, and a middle-aged man next to him demanded.

"This is really bizarre. You guys come to my turf and ask who I am? You even beat up my job. You think you're so tough?" Ye Huan laughed.

"Kid, my young master has his eye on this land. The check has already been given to your steward. This place is ours now," the middle-aged man shouted.

Joseph handed Ye Huan a check, and Ye Huan took it and looked at it. "Haha, not bad, thankfully it's not one euro, it still gives me a million, that's pretty good, I'll take it."

The young man smiled at Ye Huan's thoughtfulness, and then heard Ye Huan say, "Now it's my turn? Here, this is the check for your farm. Take it."

Ye Huan casually tossed the check back, and with a snap, the middle-aged man who had just spoken was severed from the neck by the check and rolled several meters away.

Everyone stared at Ye Huan in horror.

"What? Isn't that right? Wasn't it 100 million to buy the farm? Oh, right, I'll add some more for you." Ye Huan casually took out a euro from his spatial storage and tossed it lightly to the young man.

“Young man, you are also a cultivator? How can you kill innocent people indiscriminately?” An elderly man with an Eastern face stepped forward from behind the young man, took the euro banknote, and said to Ye Huan.

"You're probably the one who encouraged this idiot to steal the farm, right? What? You recognized the spiritual energy ingredients? Did you see the spirit-gathering array inside?" Ye Huan laughed.

"Who are you?" the old man asked, frowning.

"Are you out of your mind? You dare to steal my farm without even knowing what's going on? Do you only train your limbs and not your intelligence?" Ye Huan cursed.

"You~~"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Did you say something wrong? A mere Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator, who the hell gave you the guts?" Ye Huan shouted.

"I~~"

"What do you mean, 'I'? This is my territory, I'm in charge. You're asking for it, don't blame me." A sword flew out from beside Ye Huan, whistling as it flew towards the other side.

"Sword Master, I was wrong." The old man had just let out a wail when his head flew off.

After everyone else was dealt with by Mo Xie, Ye Huan walked over to the only young man still standing and said, "Tell me, how much is your life worth?"

The arrogant young man, whose trouser legs were now soaked, cried out, "Big brother, I...I was wrong." He knelt down on the ground with a thud.

“No, no, is there any point in saying this now? We should do something more meaningful. Tell me, how much is your life worth? Your family will buy it,” Ye Huan said with a smile.

"Big brother, I have money, I'll give you lots and lots of money, I have two hundred million dollars." The young man perked up instantly when he heard Ye Huan ask for money.

"Hmm, let's collect some interest first. Where is it?" Ye Huan asked.

"Transfer the money, I'll transfer it to you right away." Ye Huan waved his hand, and his clone, Azure Dragon, came over with a computer. "Go ahead and transfer it."

Soon, 200 million yuan entered Ye Huan's overseas account. Then Ye Huan nodded and said, "Now tell me, where is your home? You've caused trouble, so I have to talk to your parents about compensation. That's reasonable, right?"

The young man was disheartened. He understood. The money to buy his life wasn't enough. He knew that if he went home this time, this family would have nothing to do with him anymore. Forget about inheritance rights, he wouldn't even have any pocket money left.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ye Huan didn't urge him. Even if he refused to tell her in the end, Ye Huan could still find out his identity and go there herself.

With a sigh, the young man finally let fear overcome reason. “I am Esdin Quinta Bebanta, and my family estate is Bebanta Manor in Eastbourne, England.”