Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 250 Blue Contains Gold

"Hurry up and get on! What are you standing there for?"

Lan Hanyu leaned forward, sticking out her buttocks, and stretched her arms out behind her like hawk wings, as if she wanted to carry Lin Fan on her back.

Lin Fan glanced at the girl, who only reached his chest, and then urged, "Lei Dong, you're just not strong enough. I'll carry you over. You should save your energy for the Gu competition. What are you standing there for? I've carried you plenty of times before!"

Lin Fan found this practiced manner quite unbelievable; it seemed that 'Lei Dong' and Lan Hanyu had a very good relationship. However, regardless, he couldn't accept having such a young girl carry him for no reason.

"No need, I'll just walk around and warm up by myself today."

Lan Hanyu tried to persuade him several more times, but Lin Fan firmly refused, so the two of them slowly walked forward.

Lin Fan was worried about his body moving around in reality, so he didn't dare to walk too fast. Lan Hanyu, on the other hand, was very patient and kept asking about Lin Fan's physical condition along the way.

However, Lin Fan did indeed sweat profusely after walking only a short distance; his body was indeed quite weak. Lin Fan decided to refrain from unnecessary actions for the time being, and would find a way to address his physical weakness if necessary to engage in combat.

Soon they arrived at a building several meters high. The building was built with stone as its foundation, and the layers of raw earth were rammed together. Bamboo and wood were used as the wall frame for support, and the T-junctions were fixed and anchored with wood.

The structure is circular, and you can see the yellow mud exterior walls and the observation windows on the walls.

The rooftop resembles a black brim around a hat.

Lin Fan found the building familiar; it seemed like there were similar houses in the real world.

Before he could even examine the room, he encountered a young man with a bright silver earring on his ear. The young man had a gloomy demeanor and exuded a kind of androgynous femininity.

Lan Hanyin saw the two of them and forced a smile, "You've finally arrived, little sister, Lei..."

Before he could finish speaking, laughter from someone behind him interrupted him.

A burly man, as large as a door panel, stepped out from behind him and strode to Lin Fan, pulling Lan Hanyu and Lin Fan into his arms.

Lin Fan instinctively wanted to dodge, but seeing the big man's enthusiastic manner, he knew that if he acted differently than usual, he might arouse suspicion.

"Sister, brother-in-law!"

Lan Hanyu's light wheat-colored face emerged from the burly man's chest muscles, her pale cheeks puffed out, and she said unhappily, "Brother! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Lin Fan's body stiffened, but fortunately the big man didn't hold them for long before letting go of them.

Lin Fan sized up the three people. Lan Hanyu was much smaller than she appeared in real life, and Lan Hanyin looked rather young. Could this burly man be the hairy zombie? The hairy zombie had a livid face and its face was covered in long hair, making it impossible to recognize its appearance.

These three siblings are quite different. Apart from their silver or light gold hair, which shines brightly in the sunlight, they really don't look alike at all. Could they be half-siblings?

Lin Fan snapped out of his thoughts and quickly cupped his hands to the burly man, saying, "Brother."

"Brother!" Lan Hanyu stomped her foot and pouted, "Look at you, talking nonsense and even getting physical! You scared Lei Dong so much that he started talking nonsense!"

Lin Fan was startled, realizing he had said the wrong thing. However, the carefree brother and sister didn't notice at all. Lan Hanyu kept pinching her older brother's waist and scolding him.

Only Lan Hanyin, with her long, narrow eyes, looked at Lin Fan meaningfully.

Lin Fan followed behind the three siblings into the tall, round building, his hands clenched into fists, which were covered in sweat.

This time, he was playing the role of someone whose background was completely unknown, and he had to be extremely careful as he could easily give himself away. He looked at the burly man; now there was a very troublesome matter: what was this burly man's name?

The red-clad ghost never acts without reason; this must be someone's memory, and something significant must have happened here for them.

His gaze was fixed on Lan Hanyin's retreating figure; his target was, of course, Lan Hanyin.

Lan Hanyu is very strange. She seems like an NPC who doesn't know that this is a strange place, and she doesn't seem to be acting. Could it be that the real Lan Hanyu is actually playing someone else?

As for Lan Hanyin, he is taciturn and it is difficult to tell whether he is acting or he is actually an NPC, and the real Lan Hanyin is playing a different role.

Feeling uneasy, Lin Fan followed behind the others, climbing the narrow wooden stairs.

Crunch.

The stairs inside the round building groaned with the sound of the four people's footsteps, and the narrow stairwell smelled damp and musty.

Upon reaching the third floor, Lin Fan discovered that the interior of the round building was already surrounded by people, with the circular corridor serving as a natural spectator stand.

The burly "eldest brother" made way for his younger brothers and sisters, occasionally greeting the people from southern Xinjiang they encountered along the way. Lin Fan kept his head down, as he was most afraid that someone would suddenly greet him at this moment, which would require him to deal with the situation again.

After walking a third of the way around the round building, Lin Fan's worries did not come to pass. They arrived at their spot, where four small, backless bamboo stools had already been placed. The burly man plopped down, and the bamboo stools let out a mournful groan as if they were about to fall apart under the weight.

Lan Hanyu also tried to sit down, but the mud railing of the corridor was very high, and her view was completely blocked when she sat down. She had no choice but to stand up, put one hand on the wall and the other hand on her cheek, her silver ornaments jingling, looking bored.

Lin Fan stood side by side with her, looking towards the center of the round building.

He remembered that in the present world, there is usually a room in the center of a Tulou, which seems to be used as an ancestral hall. However, there is no building in the center of this round building. Instead, there is a neat square area made of snow-white stones.

Like a piece of white jade, it stood like a square block of tofu in the center of the round building. No one needed to explain to Lin Fan; it was clearly a fighting arena.

Lin Fan looked up at the sky again. Although it was morning, the sky was not very bright. The whole sky looked like an overturned oil painting, with patches of red and purple, making it look mottled and colorful.

This? Is this what they mean by "there is no justice in the southern borderlands"? Lin Fan remembered hearing similar rumors when the original owner was a child.

Seeing Lin Fan looking at the arena below, Lan Hanjin laughed and said, "Brother-in-law, does your Divine Doctor Valley's Witchcraft Tournament have such a good arena?"

Lin Fan was taken aback. Could it be that he wasn't actually a local? He had come full circle back to the original question: how should he address this "big brother"?

Lin Fan calmly replied, "Brother, the arena here is indeed different from that in Divine Doctor Valley."

Lan Hanjin's tall figure blocked out the colorful sunlight in the sky, looking down at Lin Fan. "Brother-in-law, I also find it strange. Didn't you always call me 'Brother Jin' before?"

Lin Fan had already considered this problem. Instead of thinking about how it should have been done originally, perhaps...

Lin Fan then smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother, actually I've always respected you a lot, and Xiaoyu and I are about the same..."

Before Lin Fan could finish speaking, Lan Hanyu suddenly jumped down from the fence and stared at Lin Fan, "Lei, Lei Dong, what did you call me? Say it again!"

Lin Fan replied calmly with a smile, "Xiao Yu."

Lan Hanyu blushed slightly and turned her face away. "That sounds pretty good. You can call me that from now on!"

Lin Fan smiled from the bottom of his heart, relaxed, and felt a sense of relief, like he had gotten all the answers wrong but still scored full marks.