What if I don't want to ascend to immortality?

Chapter 30 Fireflies in the Darkness

Now that we have found a perfect partner in every aspect, it is necessary to report on the progress of the commission.

The mental energy required to maintain telepathic communication, which uses cell phone signals as a bridge, is actually a total value, similar to a pool of phone credit shared by both parties in a call.

After discovering this when digging a hole in the soul, Han Jie never made Meng Qingtong waste any more of his energy when using the private chat function on this frequency band.

Meng Qingtong had to admit that the difference in their spiritual strength was too great, to the point that she couldn't even squeeze in to pay for the chat, and if they talked for a long time, the chat would overflow and give her a refreshing effect.

She even suspected that Han Jie would sometimes call her telepathically from a distance of more than ten meters, trying to boost her mental strength whenever he could.

But when she thought of the old senior who was new to the place and knew nothing, and that she was needed everywhere, she had no choice but to stubbornly adapt.

After a while, once she connected to the telepathic communication channel, she became too lazy to hang up, so she simply added a chat companion side quest to her cook career.

Moreover, once you get used to the frequency band, it's really convenient. If you need to ask Mr. Han to check if the house is suitable, you can just remotely sense it for two seconds and the view will be transmitted instantly.

The only downside to mind-based chat is that it's easy to go off-topic.

Meng Qingtong was completely absorbed in the fun of introducing the house.

Hey, look at this apartment layout, it's really nice. It has good natural light, both bedrooms have bathrooms, and the kitchen is spacious.

Wow, this is such a great deal! It works out to less than 50,000 per square meter. Could it be a haunted house? If it is, we'll have to snag a bargain. With you, the expert, here, we can wipe out any evil spirits and use the ashes to paint the walls.

Ugh... this place is great, but it's too expensive. It's not cost-effective either. Are you planning to hire other tenants besides me? If not, this isn't good value for money, so pass.

"Qingtong, what exactly do you plan to do about Qiao Mu and Lin Sisi?"

"Huh?" Meng Qingtong finally snapped out of her daze, thought for a moment, and asked, "Where was I?"

Han Jie solemnly recounted the beginning of the call on the other end: "I found Qiao Mu, and I heard about his and Lin Sisi's story. I've decided... wait, I'm at the sales office. Oh my god..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Meng Qingtong's face flushed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I get so excited that I lose focus. It's all because you're such a great landlord partner, entrusting me with such a huge deal. I have to calculate every penny I spend, but this is fifteen million. How can I not be nervous?"

"It doesn't make much difference to me. You don't need to take it too seriously; the most important thing is that we're comfortable."

His use of the word "we" made her face burn even hotter. Afraid that her divine sense would reveal this awkward shyness, Meng Qingtong quickly changed the subject and finally stated her plan in a proper manner.

In short, take Qiao Mu directly to Lin Sisi's house.

Because today was the day Qiao Mu and Ye Jiamei had arranged to visit the children, they decided to leave early the next morning. Qiao Mu picked them up at 6:30 and headed straight to their destination.

"Is this a good idea? Shouldn't you give Lin Sisi a heads-up beforehand? I remember you always said, 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you,' and that you shouldn't think that you can make decisions for others just because you think it's for their own good."

Meng Qingtong said very seriously, "Some principles have to take a higher place. For example, when it comes to protecting lives, emotions and interests have to take a backseat. Besides, if you talk to her, she'll probably run away. Women who are so self-pitying in love are the most unreasonable. She thinks she can just run away without a word for Qiao Mu's sake. Has she thought about how much pain her fiancé will suffer afterward?"

Han Jie was somewhat surprised, "Are you angry with Lin Sisi?"

“Yes.” Meng Qingtong said frankly, “I don’t agree with her ideas. I disagree even more with her actions. Sister Lin is a good person, but I think what she did was wrong.”

"Appreciate further details."

"A partner is someone you'll walk hand in hand with, sharing joys and sorrows. In this vast world of so many people, it's not easy to find a suitable and destined partner. If you do find one, how can you not give it your all? If you back down when faced with difficulties, you don't deserve true love."

Han Jie remained silent, so she continued to let her mind wander, saying whatever came to mind: "Anyway, if it were me, as long as it's my true love, then no matter what good friends they are, they won't make me back down voluntarily, no matter how much favor they do for me. Love is not a bargaining chip; I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"She probably doesn't want to back out voluntarily either."

"I know, it's because of health problems, because she feels she can't have children. Putting aside how old-fashioned and outdated this idea is, why can't she have a proper talk with Qiao Mu? When it comes to spending your life together, shouldn't you consider the other person's attitude, whether it's a burden or not? Wouldn't it be better to support each other and work together? She's too pessimistic."

"Perhaps she understands Qiao Mu better, which is why she made this decision."

“I can understand her reasons for doing this. I just don’t agree with it. By doing this, Qiao Mu is in pain, she herself is in pain, and Ye Jiamei, whom she thought was being sacrificed for, is in even more pain. Don’t you think that’s stupid?”

Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel really stupid.

Meng Qingtong was stunned for a moment, then felt a strange pang of sadness in her heart, and unconsciously asked, "Did you also secretly run away back then so as not to implicate your Daoist partner?"

"No. I didn't want to be a burden to my sect, so I left Sanxing Guayue Mountain for good."

"How can that be the same thing? A sect is a sect, and a lover is a lover. Take right now, for example. If I were certain that the Ten Thousand Demons Induction would drag you down as my partner, I would definitely run away and hide somewhere you can't find me. But if... I'm just saying this hypothetically, if, no other meaning, don't overthink it, if, really just if... we're in a relationship where I love you and you love me, and we want to be together for life, then I would definitely work with you to find a way to face the Ten Thousand Demons Induction problem. Either we solve it together, or we die together and become husband and wife in the next life. That's the difference. Uh... do you understand?"

"I don't quite understand," Han Jie replied with a subtle pleasure in his divine sense, "but I think that in the future of this life, I will understand someday."

"That's right. With me as your good teacher, I guarantee you'll be able to learn all the little things in the human world."

"Can Qiao Mu really accept what happened to Xiao Tu?"

"He said it was okay. I don't think he was lying. Anyway, I explained the rabbit's situation to him very clearly. He kept asking me what I needed to pay attention to when taking care of the dodder ghost child, such as whether I should remember to water the main body, which cracked me up."

"Then what did you say?"

"That's just making things up. He won't feel at ease if he doesn't say something. Anyway, Little Rabbit is being raised on Sister Lin's unwavering support. No matter how much Sister Lin's condition improves after Qiao Mu leaves, that unwavering support will only grow stronger. No matter how much trouble Qiao Mu causes, he won't end up raising the child to death."

"This isn't a long-term solution." "I know. But it's the only way for now. Once the emotional burden is resolved, I hope Sister Lin's health will improve as well."

Why didn't you ask me if there was a solution?

Meng Qingtong pursed her lips. "I won't ask. I'll try my best to restrain myself and not use my own sympathy and morality to coerce others. Besides, you're my partner, and we're closer in terms of relationship."

"What makes you say that? Do you mean that asking this will cause a rift between us?"

She walked into another sales office, looking around as she answered, "Yes. If you can't do it, then there's really no way. I'll feel bad if Sister Lin doesn't have a chance. If you can, but the cost is high, and you use it because I feel bad, I'll feel even worse. But if you can do it, and the cost isn't high, yet you've been dragging this out without helping, I'll feel like I was blind to have chosen the wrong person. So tell me, what good would it do me to ask? Wouldn't it just make things harder for myself?"

She didn't hear a reply, so she said, "But since you brought it up yourself, I guess you have a way, but it's not very convenient to use, right?"

"That's right, the roundworm girl."

"If you keep using that disgusting term, I'll really add a lethal dose of salt and MSG to your food. How exactly is it inconvenient?"

“I’m a man, so I can’t use it. But I can teach you. Once you learn, you can save her. Giving birth is uncertain, but surviving without relying on the rabbit shouldn’t be a problem. As for other methods… like you said, the price is too high. For example, I can kill her, gather her soul, take her to a cave, and rebuild a healthy body for her.”

"And then another two thousand years passed, right? Leaving a letter to Qiao Mu addressed to you two thousand years in the future? Tsk, just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Do you want to learn?

"Not for now." Meng Qingtong's refusal this time wasn't very firm. "Senior Han, can't you just give up on the idea of ​​taking me as your disciple? I wish I could stretch a day into forty-eight hours, I really don't have time to inherit your Heart Sword Technique. How about this, talent is mostly hereditary, I promise my child will learn from you after birth, and if they can't learn it, I'll spank them so you don't lose your lineage, is that alright?"

“I didn’t mention taking on any apprentices.”

"Come on, I'm not stupid. Things are accomplished little by little, step by step. By the time you say I'll just take advantage, it'll be too late..." Meng Qingtong's face flushed as she inadvertently uttered a slightly risqué remark, and she quickly changed the subject. "We'll see. If it really is a secret method that can cure diseases and save lives, I can always squeeze in some time. It's always good to have more skills. But let's be clear from the start: if the method has the potential to be universally applicable, or if the restrictions aren't too high, you have to allow me to hand it over to the Spiritual Science Academy for promotion. Saving lives is far beyond my capabilities on my own."

"We'll discuss that later." Han Jie remained noncommittal, then asked, "When are you leaving? I'll be at your place soon. If you're not in a hurry, wait for me."

"It's not urgent, come on over, we can look at houses together. Afterwards, I'll take you to the farmers' market. You don't seem to experience much of the everyday life here, do you? The farmers' market is the place with the strongest sense of everyday life."

"it is good."

They had agreed to meet soon, but neither of them interrupted their spiritual connection, and they just stayed together, chatting idly.

About twenty minutes later, Han Jie stepped through the automatic door of the sales office.

Meng Qingtong turned her head, about to interrupt the telepathic communication, but couldn't help sending another private message: "What's going on with you? Why the change in style? Where did you buy those sunglasses?"

Han Jie was not much different from when he left in the morning. Perhaps because it was too hot outside, he bought a wide-brimmed straw hat in the bohemian style of Xiding District and added a pair of exaggerated sunglasses that could cover half of his face. He unbuttoned all the buttons on his short-sleeved sweatshirt, revealing part of his collarbone and chest muscles, which made him look lazy and wild.

Meng Qingtong subconsciously swallowed, then realized what was happening and immediately ended the telepathic communication, panicking like a thief.

Han Jie looked at her and smiled without saying anything. Only when he got closer to her did he say softly, "Why did you suddenly stop talking? I'm not used to it yet."

"Your mouth is for speaking, what's wrong with that?" Meng Qingtong glanced at his collar, then awkwardly picked up a paper cup and took a sip of the free purified water. "Pay a little attention to your appearance, especially in public."

Han Jie smiled, reached up to button his shirt, and took off his sunglasses, hanging them on his collar.

"Why did you suddenly decide to buy sunglasses? We spiritual practitioners aren't afraid of strong light."

The biggest commonality among the various systems of spiritual arts is that they all contain some inhuman techniques that, when activated, unleash dazzling light pollution reminiscent of a low-budget mobile game.

Therefore, basic skills such as mobilizing spiritual energy to resist heat and cold are not as solid as protecting the eyes.

"I looked it up, and it says this is the simplest disguise method right now. A peerless hero only needs to wear glasses, and no one will recognize him. Sunglasses should be even better, right?" Han Jie touched his sunglasses, squinted slightly, and realized that he might have been fooled by that unscrupulous lump in his mind again. "Could it be that even with them on, they still can't recognize him?"

Meng Qingtong tilted her head and nodded with a slightly mocking expression. "Yeah, you've gotten even more handsome. Wait... wait a minute, who in Dongding City knows you anymore? Who are you trying to keep an eye on? Me?"

Han Jie whispered, "But someone is indeed following me. More than one."

"Who is it?" Meng Qingtong immediately became alert.

"Most of them were girls with strange behavior, some older and some younger. Some came up to me and asked for my number, some said they wanted to treat me to dinner, and some wanted to take a picture with me. Some even asked which agency I was with and if I was interested in switching agencies," Han Jie said expressionlessly. "And some even reached out to pinch my cheek to see if it was real."

"Huh?" Meng Qingtong was dumbfounded. "So you really did it for her?"

I haven't even tried to sculpt one yet!
Han Jie rolled his eyes at her. "I dodged it with a little magic. That woman even called Ling An saying she saw a ghost in broad daylight and asked for help from a spirit medium. The world is truly full of wonders."

Meng Qingtong looked around and thought to himself that he would really need to wear sunglasses and something similar when he went out to wander around in the future.

After all, what she wants to open in the future is a spiritualist exorcism agency, not an artist management company.

Tsk, it's all his fault. He's capable enough, but why does he have to be so good-looking? It makes him feel uneasy.

"Besides these, there was only one man, who was talking about more serious matters."

"What serious business is it? Is a talent scout asking you to film a short drama as a domineering prince in ancient times?"

Han Jie shook his head and slowly said, "It was people from the Spirit Alliance who asked me if I was interested in doing something big with them."

(End of this chapter)