Chapter 1206: Transmigrating to Steal the Immortal Realm's Longevity Fruit

Han Zaiyin said, "Uncle and Aunt, I hope you won't have any objections to Su Qing, nor doubt her feelings for Meng Fan. She has always insisted on giving birth to the child. It's just that her parents, from a practical point of view, forced her to have an abortion."

With tears in his eyes, Mr. Bai said, "I understand, I completely understand. What parent doesn't think of their children first?"

Ma Yili chimed in from the side, "Yes! We've already discussed the terms with Su Qing's parents. They said they'd consider it, but the basic arrangement for the baby to be born is already finalized."

"That's good, that's good!" Mother Bai echoed repeatedly, tears still streaming down her face.

Lin Lang took out a transfer check from his pocket and stuffed it into Bai's father's hand, the warmth of his palm carrying a soothing force.

“Uncle, this is a small token of my appreciation. This money is enough for you two to live out your retirement, take good care of yourselves, and raise Meng Fan’s unborn child.”

Mr. Bai trembled as he took the check. He saw the long amount on it, his lips quivered, and he wanted to say something, but a sob got stuck in his throat. He quickly looked to his wife for help.

Mrs. Bai wiped away her tears, looked at the amount on the check, and tears welled up again.

Immediately afterwards, Bai's mother raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at Lin Lang, refusing in a tearful voice, "No, my husband and I can't accept this money. You've already done enough for Meng Fan, we can't take your money anymore."

Mr. Bai tried to push Lin Lang to take the check back, wanting to say something, but he was so moved that he could only sob uncontrollably.

Standing beside Lin Lang, Ma Yili watched this scene and could no longer hold back her tears, which finally slid down her cheeks silently.

Han Jae-in turned her back and secretly wiped away her tears.

Zhou Mengyao gently patted Bai's mother's back and whispered, "Please accept it, Auntie. This money is a funeral gift for Meng Fan. You and Uncle must accept it."

Ma Yili said with a choked voice, "Uncle, Aunt, please don't refuse. This is just a small token of our appreciation."

Mr. Bai's hands were still trembling slightly, the check was crumpled in his fist, and tears dripped onto it, leaving faint ink stains.

Seeing her husband choking back tears and unable to speak, and looking at Lin Lang with sincere eyes, Bai's mother finally sighed, reached out and pressed down on her husband's arm that was pushing her away, her voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper: "Okay... Mr. Lin's kindness, we... we accept it."

She wiped away her tears and, together with Bai's father, bowed deeply to Lin Lang.

"Meng Fan has had a hard life, but he is fortunate to have made such a loyal and devoted friend as you. We, the old couple, will definitely take good care of our grandson and live up to Mr. Lin's good intentions, as well as Meng Fan's spirit in heaven!"

Following his wife's words, Mr. Bai nodded repeatedly, tears mingling with grateful sobs, "Thank you... thank you Mr. Lin... we will never forget your great kindness!"

Lin Lang looked at the two old people's hunched figures, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand to support them, his voice calm but with a comforting power.

"Uncle and Aunt, there's no need for such formalities. It's all what we juniors should do. There are still many relatives and friends who are paying their respects, so we won't bother you any further. Please take care of yourselves and accept our condolences."

Zhou Mengyao, Ma Yili, and Han Zaiyin nodded and whispered, "Take care, elders," before turning around with Lin Lang.

Mr. and Mrs. Bai watched with respect and gratitude as Lin Lang and the others walked out of the mourning hall.

Soon, relatives and friends approached Bai's father and mother to offer comfort and greetings.

Often, the bereaved family members are exhausted from dealing with all the concern during a funeral and would rather quietly remember the deceased.

But that's how funeral rites are in the Xia Kingdom. Despite the sadness, the bereaved family still has to passively accept the comfort and care from relatives and friends.

Zhang Sangong saw Lin Lang and the others off at the entrance of the mourning hall, and said in a low voice, "Boss, don't worry, I've arranged everything for the class monitor's funeral. I'll keep an eye on things afterward, and there won't be the slightest mistake."

As soon as they stepped out of the mourning hall, Lin Lang took out sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. Zhou Mengyao and Han Zaiyin also took out sunglasses and put them on, covering the lingering red marks under their eyes.

As Lin Lang walked past Zhang San, he raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder. The force of his fingertips was neither too light nor too heavy. There were no extra words, but it was as if he was conveying all his entrustment and trust to him.

Zhang San straightened up and nodded solemnly.

It's worth mentioning that the moment Lin Lang and his group stepped out of the mourning hall, the light rain outside seemed to stop as if it were avoiding Lin Lang.

Zhou Mengyao said with concern, "Third brother, you've worked so hard running around at the class monitor's funeral. Remember to drink more water, your lips are all cracked."

"Mm." Zhang San nodded, his eyes reddening.

Ma Yili wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, put her sunglasses back on, and sighed with emotion, "Life is truly unpredictable, and things are always going to happen. Who would have thought that our class monitor would die such a young life in such an accident?"

Han Zaiyin looked up at the gloomy sky, which had cleared up slightly. She silently wished that all kindness in the world would be treated with gentleness, and that her class monitor, Bai Mengfan, could rest in peace in the afterlife.

Under the shade of a tree not far away, Wang Dayong was stubbing out a cigarette, the butt of which he stomped hard onto the bricks on the ground.

His eyes were red, and he hurried over, his voice choked with emotion: "Brother Lang, you're here."

Lin Lang nodded slightly in response.

Although they were all high school classmates, Wang Dayong still greeted them respectfully, saying, "The three sisters-in-law have all come too."

Zhou Mengyao, Ma Yili, and Han Zaiyin nodded slightly to Wang Dayong and greeted him.

A cool autumn breeze blew by, carrying the faint scent of incense and candles from the funeral hall. The figures of the group in the funeral home exuded an indescribable heaviness and solemnity.

Inside the mourning hall, the mournful music continued to play softly, and relatives and friends came in an endless stream to pay their respects.

Lin Lang and Wang Dayong chatted briefly before Wang Dayong received a call from the criminal investigation team.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dayong frowned and said, "Brother Lang, there has been a serious assault case in our jurisdiction. I need to go to the scene immediately, so I'll have to leave now."

"Go on, official business is important, be careful." Lin Lang patted Wang Dayong on the shoulder and gave him a word of advice.

"Okay, I'm off then. Goodbye, Brother Lang! Goodbye, ladies!" Wang Dayong said politely and left in a hurry.

Looking at Wang Dayong's back, Zhou Mengyao said, "Dayong is busy every day, focusing all his energy on the criminal investigation team. Wang Qian said that every day, before the child is awake, Dayong gets up to go to work, and when Dayong gets off work at night, the child is asleep again. He doesn't even have time to play with his father for a while."

Ma Yili chimed in, "Yes! Life is never easy. Our class monitor was just about to be promoted to chief reporter when he tragically passed away in an accident. It's truly a pity."

Han Jae-in said with a hint of sadness, "I've attended many funerals and seen countless partings of life and death, but I still can't bear to see such heartbreaking scenes."

Han Jae-in's subtext is that as an orphan, she has successively said goodbye to her parents and grandparents, which is why she was moved to speak like this.

Seeing that his three concubines were all immersed in sadness, Lin Lang said, "Let's go, I'll take you to a different place to relax."

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao asked, "Where are we going?"

Lin Lang surprisingly said, "You've all played QQ Farm, which our company, Tencent, launched this year, right?"

Han Zaiyin replied with great interest, "Of course I play it! The QQ Farm's vegetable-stealing social mini-game is incredibly popular right now. I enjoy stealing vegetables and playing it every day!"

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow and said, "How about I take you guys to steal some vegetables?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yili exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Honey, we're both public figures. What if we get caught stealing vegetables and it gets exposed online? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?"

Zhou Mengyao chimed in, "Yes! I can't afford to lose face like that."

Lin Lang continued, "You've misunderstood. I'm taking you to the Immortal Realm to steal peaches of immortality and taste the flavor of these divine fruits."

Han Zaiyin wiped away her cold sweat and said weakly, "Uh... honey, are you talking about traveling to a mythological world to steal immortal fruits from the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Garden?"

Lin Lang replied, "That's right. It blooms once every three thousand years and bears fruit once every three thousand years. Eating it can grant immortality. The top-grade peaches of immortality ripen once every nine thousand years. Eating them can make you live as long as heaven and earth. Do you dare to come with me to steal some peaches of immortality?"

Zhou Mengyao was incredulous and astonished: "Really? Your ability to travel to different worlds... can it really take you to a mythological world?"

Lin Lang replied proudly, "Of course. With the power of the Time Shuttle, one can travel through countless worlds and arrive at any destination at will, without any deviation."

A light instantly shone in Ma Yili's eyes, her eagerness tinged with a hint of apprehension: "But husband, how easy is it to enter the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Garden? What if we get caught? Won't we be punished by the Queen Mother?"

"Fool." Lin Lang's tone was full of confidence. "We'll act quickly and sneak into the Peach Garden. We'll just steal a few peaches and leave without anyone noticing."

Han Zaiyin, who had been somewhat hesitant, suddenly brightened up like starlight after hearing these words. Her previous sadness was replaced by novelty and excitement. She tugged at Zhou Mengyao's sleeve, her tone urgent and joyful.

"Alright! Let's give it a try! If something goes wrong, we can always use our teleportation skill to retreat immediately. What's there to be afraid of?"

Looking at Lin Lang's confident expression, Zhou Mengyao's worries gradually dissipated, but she couldn't help but smile: "Okay! Then I'll go crazy with you this once! I've never tried 'stealing' a fairy fruit before, it sounds pretty exciting!"

Seeing that his three wives and concubines had agreed, Lin Lang said excitedly, "Let's go to the parking lot first. We can pass through the car to avoid being seen."

Zhou Mengyao, Ma Yili, and Han Zaiyin all nodded in agreement and followed Lin Lang to the funeral home parking lot.

After the four of them got into Zhou Mengyao's Hummer, Lin Lang activated the [Space-Time Mass Teleportation] skill inside the car. A faint golden light emanated from his palms and between his fingers, enveloping himself and his three concubines.

"Everything is ready, let's set off now—destination: the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Garden in Kunlun Ruins!"

As soon as Lin Lang finished speaking, a "whoosh" sound was heard.

The next second, the figures of the four people gradually became transparent inside the Hummer, eventually turning into a streak of light and disappearing from the car seats, leaving only a lingering halo in the air.

The moment the golden light faded, the four people were no longer standing on the leather seats of a Hummer, but on soft, cloud-like green grass.

The air was filled with an intensely sweet fragrance, a blend of the refreshing scent of peach wood and the rich aroma of nature, which made every pore on my body feel relaxed and refreshed.

The Queen Mother of the West's Peach Garden was truly unfolding before my eyes!

"My God..." Zhou Mengyao subconsciously covered her mouth, her exclamation stuck in her throat, her eyes filled with shock.

All that could be seen were countless peach trees covering the mountains and fields, their trunks so thick that it took several people to encircle them. The bark had a warm, reddish-gold hue, and the branches were strong and vigorous like coiled dragons, with pale purple vines twining around them. They were covered with pink and white peach blossoms the size of bowls, and the petals were covered with glistening dew. When the wind blew, they would fall down in a rustling sound, turning into fine, shimmering fragments of light.

The most amazing thing is the peaches on the branches, which are all crimson like the sunset, bigger than an adult's head, with a faint glow flowing on their skin, and you can vaguely see the juice flowing in the flesh. Each one exudes a powerful spiritual energy.

"This...this is the peach that ripens only once every three thousand years?" Ma Yili stood on tiptoe, her eyes glued to the peach tree, her fingers itching with anticipation. "It's even more magnificent than the legends! Just the spiritual energy alone tells you it's no ordinary thing!"

Han Zaiyin lost her usual composure, her gaze sweeping across the peach grove, her tone filled with barely concealed excitement: "No wonder they say eating them grants longevity, these immortal peaches are so plump and juicy, they look so delightful."

Lin Lang lowered his voice, a smile hidden in his eyes: "Don't just stand there, everyone pick one. Let my beloved concubines taste this immortal peach that ripens only once every three thousand years!"