Chapter 183: Ordinary Person, Discharged (5k)

Look at Tuoba Martial God, he’s already so powerful, so famous, but still keeps a low profile and trains every day.

You’ve only just been recognized, so right now you’re the one standing out, you have no idea how many people are watching you.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered—haven’t you heard that before?

You really need to remember, don’t let success get to your head.

At the very least, you’re not even qualified to get cocky yet, got it?

"Got it." Jiang Yanyan nodded obediently, he knew what’s what, and knew Wen Yan was truly looking out for him.

He’s not like Granny Fox’s grandson going through a rebellious phase.

A demon in a rebellious phase, with no one to protect or guide them—one wrong step, and it’s a bottomless abyss, no chance at changing course.

He was pretty lucky, met a good person early on who taught him a lot, taught him how to survive, and helped him keep a good heart.

Later, he met a big shot among the demons, and then later, met Wen Yan.

The last two, maybe even all three, only protected him because of his pure heart.

Wen Yan really hopes that little river dolphin doesn’t go astray.

With that comparison, he especially dislikes that snapping turtle.

The differences between demons are even bigger than those between people.

"I’ll get you a phone later, a waterproof one."

"No need." Feng Yao shook his head from the side. "He’s a fully acknowledged river god now—even without a summoning talisman, if a temple is built by the river and a temple keeper assigned, that’s enough. If anything comes up, he can get the temple keeper to call."

"That works too."

"I’ll get this arranged, it’s easy enough."

Wen Yan nodded, and gave Jiang Yanyan one last word of advice.

"Don’t draw attention to yourself these days, stay low-key."

"Okay."

Seeing Wen Yan about to leave, Jiang Yanyan was a bit reluctant.

"Brother Wen, can I come see you?"

"We’ll talk about it later, just keep your head down for now."

Jiang Yanyan reluctantly swam to the middle of the river, dove underwater, and vanished.

Wen Yan glanced at the ground. The semi-transparent He Changfeng, even now, hadn’t really dissipated. Thinking back to that snapping turtle whose brains probably got all scrambled, that guy didn’t die easily—He Changfeng was probably the same, hanging on because of a trace of divinity.

Since He Changfeng doesn’t have a physical body, that bit of divine life-hanging effect might actually be even better.

"Old Xi, give me a hand here."

Zhang Laoxi rummaged through his cloth bag, pulled out a piece of jade, placed He Changfeng into the jade, then wrapped and sealed it with talismans, handing it to Wen Yan.

He knew what Cai Qidong wanted to do. He Changfeng showing up here—even though it seemed like not many people knew, Wen Yan just replayed the events in his mind and realized: anyone who wants to know, will definitely find out.

Given his status, he’s definitely got an easier and smoother time digging for info and making contact than the people from the Scorching Sun Department.

Still, gotta do some prep before that.

Wen Yan first called Pei Tugou. The plan was already set—to come over and watch the commotion today, then take Pei Tugou over to check things out, and only after that bring over the old folks and the kids from the family.

Who would’ve thought that in the end, the Scorching Sun Department would mess up so badly, and Granny Fox would call directly, roping him in so he couldn’t avoid getting involved even if he wanted to.

Now the Water Ghost matter was settled, the bones had been found, the Water God had released the people, the paperwork was done—what was left, just let the professionals handle. It’s not hard anymore.

Wang Xueqi herself isn’t even a fierce ghost with deep resentment; you could get just about anyone a bit lower level than Zhang Laoxi to do the ritual.

But there’s no rush. According to the Scorching Sun Department procedures, with all that’s happened, Wang Xueqi’s bones definitely won’t be dealt with quickly—gotta follow the protocol, eliminate any risks, all that has to be done.

Wen Yan himself actually agrees with these procedures—who knows what hidden pits might be out there, better let others step on them first.

"Hey, bro, have you gotten your kid discharged yet?"

"Alright, I’m coming over now. Just bring a change of clothes or two.

Elders are sentimental, doesn’t matter, just bring along whatever the old folks can’t bear to leave behind, it’s fine.

You don’t have to worry, I’ve already booked a moving company on my end."

Wen Yan hung up and got ready to leave with Zhang Laoxi. Feng Yao was about to go too, but Wen Yan grabbed him.

"Hold up, what are you rushing off for? You want to help deal with that mess over there, or come with me for some light chores?"

"Nothing’s ever really small with you," Feng Yao said warily.

"Minister Cai promised me—someone over here gets a special task force member spot, if you come with me to handle this, it’s basically like a vacation for you, right?"

"Really? That’s it?"

"For real. Call Minister Cai and ask if you don’t believe me."

Feng Yao actually called Minister Cai right then and there and double-checked.

Once it was confirmed, Feng Yao felt both amazed and suspicious. Just what had Minister Cai and Wen Yan discussed that Cai would spend this much to let Wen Yan have a spot for someone to collect extra pay?

Anyway, with it confirmed, he didn’t need to run off anymore.

Compared to the nightmare on the other side, handling things with Wen Yan here really was a breeze, practically a vacation.

It’s that chaotic heap over there that made his head hurt.

They loaded Old Turtle onto Zhang Laoxi’s car. Zhang Laoxi drove all the way to Duanzhou Second Hospital. Wen Yan didn’t need to trouble Feng Yao—the moving company he contacted was one recommended by others, pretty reliable.

When they got to the hospital, Pei Tugou had almost finished getting the discharge papers for the kid.