Teacher by day, Farmer by passion-Chapter 111: Fight! Fight! [1]

With Princess Soho leading the way, the group made their way to the Blue Sea Restaurant.

Shan Yifeng dragged his feet like a man walking to his execution. His knuckles turned white, gripping his robes, face void of all hope.

Liu Mei, on the other hand, growing increasingly annoyed, kept yanking him forward.

Ace raised an eyebrow at the odd sight.

What's wrong with this kid today? he wondered.

Shaking off the thought, his gaze shifted to Soho.

Carefree, easygoing, completely unbothered.

No guards, no precautions.

Ace studied her with mild amusement.

If someone were looking to snatch a royal, she'd be their easiest target.

Once they made it inside the blue sea restaurant, they arrived at their private dining floor.

Shan Yifeng and Liu Mei exchanged a wary glance before asking the obvious question.

"Who booked this whole floor?"

Hua Lesy, already sipping her drink, casually answered,

"The Hua family head."

"Phew…" Shan Yifeng sighed in relief.

But then—

"Your master picked it, though."

Huup—

The breath caught in his throat.

He felt his soul leave his body.

Liu Mei's smile twitched. Shan Yifeng's fingers clenched into his robes.

He forced out a stiff laugh—one that sounded more like a dying gasp.

"Haha… yeah, we're doomed."

"It's your fault, ahhh!" she wanted to scream into his head but held back.

Instead, she forced out a stiff smile.

"We are going to be okay, right? Junior Brother?"

Both looked like they were about to cry.

As they waited for their food, the conversation shifted between various topics until someone finally brought up the frozen lake.

It was still fresh news—talk of the city.

A lake that massive, frozen solid overnight? The amount of soul power required was staggering.

"Do you think there are other hidden Dark Gold ranks in the city?" Hua Ting asked, rubbing his chin.

"Or what if it was a Legend rank's doing?" Hua Tiger added excitedly.

These two elders, despite their status, acted more like children than their own juniors.

Kids loved them for it.

Meanwhile, Hua Lesy, already a few drinks in, suddenly turned to Liu Mei, eyes sharp.

"It's you, isn't it?" she accused. "I saw you had a pet that controls ice!"

Liu Mei's back stiffened.

Quick! Cover-up!

"Ha! Me? No way! I was sleeping all night!" she blurted out.

Hua Lesy narrowed her eyes.

"I never said it happened at night."

"Uh—uh—" Liu Mei stammered.

Before she could dig herself a deeper hole—

Ace, who had been silent up till now, finally spoke.

"I froze that lake."

His voice was calm, casual—as if he had just admitted to picking flowers, not causing a city-wide phenomenon.

"If there's any issues, you can discuss with me."

The table fell into stunned silence.

Then—

Hua Hua, ever the smooth talker, let out a warm chuckle.

"Hoho~ what's a frozen lake compared to all the chaos we've seen? No need to dwell on it. Now, let's look at the bright side."

He leaned forward, his smile sharp.

"The Xiao Family are done for."

A fact, not an opinion.

And he wasn't wrong.

Ever since Akha reached Level 3 Alchemist, refining Level 1 pills was as easy as breathing.

Her success rate? Safe to say, near 99%.

Of course, to avoid suspicion, Ace made sure to only distribute 30% of the refined pills.

But even that amount was massive.

Ace had been supplying the Hua family with pills at prices lower than the market rate.

A Soul Calming Pill sold for 10,000 gold, yet the ingredients cost only 1,000—a tenfold profit margin.

Ace sold the refined Soul Calming pill to the Hua family for just 3,000 gold.

In turn, the Hua family resold them for 5,000 gold—a massive profit margin.

But this only worked because Akha, refined them with near-perfect consistency.

Her success rate was nearly 100% after all!

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Meanwhile the Xiao family had no such luxury.

Their best alchemists had, at most, a 20% success rate—only one successful pill in five attempts.

Selling at 5,000 gold barely covered the cost of failures, let alone the alchemist's fee.

At this rate, the Xiao family's business wasn't just declining—it was dying.

And that was exactly why Hua Hua had the leisure to sit here, celebrating with his family members.

He raised his cup with a satisfied grin.

"Cheers!"

He turned to Ace, offering a toast.

Ace lifted his own cup and clinked it against Hua Hua's.

"Cheers."

When the food arrived, the lively chatter filled the room.

Plates were passed, drinks were poured, and laughter echoed.

But amidst it all, Liu Mei and Shan Yifeng sat stiffly, barely touching their food.

Ace set his cup down, stood, and strolled over.

Without a word, he placed a hand on each of their shoulders, his touch light yet firm.

"It's okay," he said, his voice calm. "I won't scold you two. Go on, eat. It'll be fine."

His lips curled into a faint smile.

Hah, they must be feeling worried I'll scold them about the incident at the inn. It is good enough that they regretted their actions. This should be enough for punishment.

He nodded to himself.

Meanwhile—

Shan Yifeng, who had been sitting motionless, suddenly felt as if he had ascended to heaven.

Liu Mei's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Hahaha! Shan Yifeng's sarcastic laughter rang inside his own mind.

Master won't be scolding us… for planting an explosion on this very floor.

His face twitched.

Liu Mei, who had been sipping her drink, nearly choked.

She turned her head sharply to glare at him.

"Idiot."

But after a moment, she sighed.

"At least he forgave us."

Still, somehow, that smile felt bitter.

Ace sat back at the table, surrounded by lively chatter.

Voices overlapped, conversations clashed, and yet—he managed to keep up.

Barely.

His eyes flicked between speakers, catching half a sentence here, a sharp remark there.

Someone laughed, another raised a toast, and a third was already diving into a debate about cultivation techniques.

His mind worked overtime, sorting through the chaos.

This is exhausting.

He took a sip of his tea, letting the warmth ground him.

Still… at least the system's *Hundred Years of Wisdom* wasn't a waste.

He exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders slightly.

Useful. Very useful.

And just as he started feeling comfortable—

SLAM!