Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 243 Returning Home
Dongjiang, Zhongyuan.

Zhongyuan is one of the most upscale hotels in Dongjiang. It is divided into dozens of independent courtyards, designed in the style of Jiangnan gardens, with a large amount of evergreen vegetation and exquisitely shaped rocks, making it a beautiful place.

Most importantly, the courtyards are scattered in different places and are not connected to each other, thus ensuring maximum privacy.

Many courtyards are rented out year-round as quiet teahouses in the bustling city.

Song Yunhe has a courtyard in Zhongyuan that he rents out year-round, and he occasionally brings his friends over to have tea and drinks.

Sometimes I don't want to go home, so I stay here for a few days.

To welcome Song Yunkun, who had come from afar, he hosted a banquet for Song Yunkun in the courtyard.

To show his seriousness, he even brought his wife, Han Lingxia. He had also invited Song Mingyue over so the family could catch up, but Song Mingyue declined.

Now that Song Mingyue has become a disciple of Grandmaster Lu Yuan, Song Yunhe dares not say much about his daughter.

The banquet was lavish, and Song Yunkun was much closer to Song Yunhe this time. The two talked a lot about the Song family and some company business. They were both slightly tipsy and enjoyed themselves immensely.

After the banquet, Song Yunhe brewed tea for Song Yunkun. Since it was just the two of them in the tea room, Song Yunhe could ask some private questions.

He asked, "Second Brother, has Gao Wu really become a disciple of Sword Saint Hai Gong?"

"You didn't know?" Song Yunkun was slightly surprised. After all, Song Yunhe was Song Mingyue's father. It was understandable that others didn't know, but Song Yunhe didn't know the details.

From this perspective, the relationship between the father and daughter is indeed very bad!

Song Yunhe smiled wryly: "Mingyue holds a grudge against me. Gao Wu's reputation is growing, so I can't just ask him directly."

Becoming a disciple of the Sword Saint or being his student are two completely different things. He was very curious and concerned about this.

Seeing Song Yunkun rushing over to help so eagerly, he was almost certain that Gao Wu had become the Sword Saint's personal disciple. But he still wanted to ask about the specifics.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure either."

Song Yunkun shook his head slightly. He could be considered a number one in Beizhou, but he was nothing in the Alliance.

How could he possibly know about matters concerning the Martial Saint level? He had also subtly probed Gao Wu, but Gao Wu only gave a vague response.

The Zhongzhou Longteng Company didn't really know the specifics either. They only knew that Gao Wu was training under the Sword Saint.

As the general manager of Beizhou Longteng Company, Song Yunkun didn't really care about this. Gao Wu was the personal disciple of the Sword Saint. He couldn't ask Gao Wu for help with small matters, and even if he did, Gao Wu couldn't make the decision.

However, the news of Gao Wu's demon-slaying in Nanzhou could not be kept secret. After all, there were so many people in the surveillance system, and Gao Wu had done something significant; it wasn't exactly a secret.

Song Yunkun also heard the news from Bai Yan. When Gao Wu's family had this trouble, he immediately put aside other trivial matters to come and help.

This has nothing to do with the Sword Saint; it's entirely for the sake of high-level martial arts.

He looked down on his cousin, who was mediocre at handling official business and also incompetent at handling personal matters.

Despite his daughter's close relationship with Gao Wu, Song Yunhe doesn't even know much about Gao Wu's background. Even if it's just for his daughter's sake, Song Yunhe should care about Gao Wu!

However, who can blame Song Yunhe for having such a wonderful daughter!

Song Yunkun patiently explained to his cousin, "Gao Wu went to Nanzhou some time ago and killed two level-six high priests and many other priests. One of the high priests was even a genuine martial arts master!"
"Now, who in the surveillance system doesn't know Gao Wu's reputation!"

"Gao Wu killed a level six priest?" Song Yunhe repeated incredulously, receiving a firm nod from Song Yunkun.

Song Yunhe fell into deep thought. Although he was only a high-level warrior, he knew that the chief priest of the Demonic Sect represented a level six expert, equivalent to a martial arts grandmaster.

Eighteen-year-old Gao Wu killed two chief priests in succession, which Song Yunhe found surreal.

At this time last year, Gao Wu was battling numerous geniuses in the Qilin Cup. Before that, he also fought tooth and nail to win the Xuetao Cup…

He watched Gao Wu grow step by step and recognized the talent of this martial arts prodigy.

But, in less than a year, Gao Wu has already been able to kill a martial arts grandmaster?! That's a huge leap!

The more I learn about martial arts, the more I am amazed.

Song Yunhe was silent for a moment before saying, "So Gao Wu is already a martial arts grandmaster?"

"That's not important. What's important is that Gao Wu is only eighteen years old."

Song Yunkun said, "He also has a Sword Saint teacher. His future is limitless. If he returns to Beizhou to reside permanently, then Beizhou will have one more top-tier family!"

Spatial anomalies will change the world, and the status of martial artists will become increasingly important.

Regardless of Gao Wu's future, Gao Wu is worthy of respect and worth winning over as it is now.

As for investing some time and resources, it's nothing at all.

On the way home, Song Yunhe told his wife Han Lingxia about Gao Wu, and Han Lingxia was also greatly shocked.

A year ago, she watched Gao Wu fight in the hotel. At that time, Gao Wu was only a mid-level martial artist.

Gao Wu has already reached the sixth-level Grandmaster? That's unbelievable!

She paused for a while before saying, "You should still go to the hospital to see Old Master Shang tomorrow, and find an opportunity to invite Gao Wu and Ming Yue over for dinner."

She forced a smile as she spoke: "After all, we're all family."

“I already visited Elder Shang during the day,” Song Yunhe said. “I arranged the ward.”

He hadn't really thought much about it during the day; he was just helping out for his daughter and Gao Wu's sake.

For him, arranging a ward and a doctor was just a matter of a word, and not difficult at all.

He never expected Gao Wu to be so remarkable now. But he was a little embarrassed to force himself on him. After all, Gao Wu was an elder, and Ming Yue was also there.

Han Lingxia could tell that her husband was a little embarrassed. She sighed inwardly. Her husband wasn't ruthless or thick-skinned, but he was a bit of a flirt at heart. He was good at eating, drinking, and having fun, but he couldn't do anything serious.

When it came to the crucial moment, she had connections but was too embarrassed to use them, which really worried her.

She suppressed her emotions and said softly, "You've put in the effort and the money, but the person in question isn't even showing their face. What's the point? Besides, as Mingyue's elder, shouldn't you show some concern for Gao Wu? Why are you avoiding him? What are you afraid of..."

"Yes, yes, I'll go tomorrow." Song Yunhe understood after his wife's words. He couldn't pretend to be deep now; he had to go and show his face.

"I still have two boxes of century-old purple blood flower for nourishing blood. Take them tomorrow. You can't go empty-handed," Han Lingxia reminded her.

"understand……"

At 10 a.m. the next day, Song Yunhe arrived at the special care ward of the First Hospital with his assistant.

As Song Yunhe stepped out of the elevator, he saw that the corridor was full of people. He recognized a few of them: the Han family, the Yang family, Tie Dalong who ran a martial arts school, Shang Zhenglin from the Hunter Association, and some young people, among others.

Everyone stood quietly in the corridor, which made the space feel very cramped.

Shang Zhenglin also saw Song Yunhe and hurriedly came over to shake hands. After all, he was surnamed Shang and was a junior of the old man. He was a respected figure in Dongjiang, and he would always come to greet people on behalf of his family.

"How is Elder Shang?" Song Yunhe asked in a low voice.

"The old man actually suffered a cerebral infarction, but fortunately it was discovered in time and he is now in good condition. He just needs to rest and recuperate."

Shang Zhenglin also lowered his voice, "Gao Wu is with you in the ward, I'll take you there."

He knew very well that others could stop him, but Song Yunhe was Song Mingyue's father, and based on that relationship alone, there was no way to stop him.

The two entered the ward. Song Mingyue and a pretty young woman were sitting in the outer room, while the patient was in the inner room.

Song Yunhe peeked through the small window in the door and saw Gao Wu sitting by the bedside, while another woman fed the old man liquid food.

Judging from the old man's appearance, his eyes were clear, so he should be alright.

Although Song Mingyue disliked her father, she still stood up to greet him, "You've arrived."

"Since Elder Shang has something to do, of course I have to come." Song Yunhe looked at his daughter. It had been almost a year since he last saw her. His daughter had become even more beautiful. Her eyes, like autumn water, were clear and cold, naturally giving off an aloof and noble air that kept people at a distance.

He sighed softly, "It's been a long time since we've seen each other. How about we invite Gao Wu to have dinner together tonight?"

Song Mingyue paused for a moment and then said, "You should ask Gao Wu about that."

Before she finished speaking, Gao Wu came out from inside and smiled at Song Yunhe: "Uncle Song, you've arrived."

He said very sincerely, "Thanks to your timely treatment, my grandfather is not seriously injured."

Gao Wu had always thought Song Yunhe was alright, and on the other hand, he was Mingyue's father, so he was his true elder.

This time, Song Yunhe also lent a helping hand at a crucial moment. This is far more important than any business jet. He must accept this favor.

"Uncle Song has helped me a lot. If you're free tonight, I'd like to treat you to dinner."

Gao Wu was relieved to know that Old Master Shang was alright. With Sister Jun and the others there to keep him company, and doctors and nurses on duty, he could also find time to socialize.

After all, so many people came, all for him, so he had to deal with them properly, at least not offend them.

Song Yunhe was pleased to hear Gao Wu's words; this kid was sensible and knew how to speak!
He arranged a time with Gao Wu, left the gift, and then left.

After seeing Song Yunhe off, Gao Wu returned and exchanged pleasantries with everyone in the corridor. He greeted the Han and Yang families, who were Han Yang and Yang Ru's relatives, as well as some business people's relatives and friends, with great courtesy.

The group had only come to show their faces and chat with Gao Wu for a few minutes; that was all they needed to do. They quickly dispersed.

Tie Dalong and Tie Ying waited patiently by the side. They hadn't seen Gao Wu for a year, but he didn't look much different. He was dressed in a black Chinese casual suit and a white shirt, looking slightly more mature, but he was still a boy with a bright and sunny smile.

For some reason, both of them felt that Gao Wu's aura was many times stronger.

Facing a group of adults, Gao Wu exuded an air of complete control. The others also appeared very respectful, even somewhat humble, in his presence.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the contrast with this group of people that Gao Wu appeared to have an extraordinary presence.

Tie Dalong sighed inwardly, thinking that the boy who had learned swordsmanship from him back then had now grown into a remarkable figure.

Even if he had some premonition, he never expected that Gao Wu would soar to great heights in just one year!
Gao Wu walked over and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Teacher and Sister Ying. Those outsiders always have to exchange a few polite words. Let's talk in the room..."

Tie Dalong was touched to hear Gao Wu still address him so politely. He quickly waved his hand, "No, no, Elder Shang is recuperating, we shouldn't cause trouble. We just came to visit. Just let us know if you need any help."

"You go ahead with your work, but visit the martial arts gym when you have time..."

Tie Dalong put down the gift and left with Tie Ying.

Leaving the hospital, Tie Ying said somewhat unwillingly, "Brother, aren't you going to invite Gao Wu to show up at the martial arts school?"

Tie Dalong sighed, "In today's world of advanced martial arts, you can't just freeload. It's good to have a good relationship with someone; it might come in handy later..."

Upon returning to the company, Song Yunhe first called his wife to report on the results and arranged to host a banquet for Gao Wu and their daughter at Zhongyuan that evening, which would be a family reunion.

Song Yunhe had just hung up the phone when it rang. He glanced at it and saw it was his father, Song Chunqiu, and he immediately jumped to his feet.

"dad……"

"Gao Wu is in Dongjiang, right? I'll be there this afternoon. Arrange for Gao Wu to come out; I need to talk to him," Song Chunqiu said directly.

Song Yunhe was stunned. His father also wanted to curry favor with Gao Wu? Surely not…

(End of this chapter)