The Hidden Immortal

Chapter 127 The East Wind Arrives

Zhang Shaoheng had no other thoughts; he was just grumbling and complaining a bit out of boredom.

After having a meal and drinking some aged liquor from Baijia Laopu, Zhang Shaoheng was half-drunk and half-awake.

Liao Xingbang's son, Liao Wenjie, came and helped him back.

Perhaps it truly fulfilled Qiaohua's wish that Liao Xingbang, a man who loved to roam the martial world and wield swords and spears, would be able to do as he wished.

The son she gave birth to was quiet and gentle, like a young lady.

He especially loved reading and often took the initiative to ask the Zhang family for advice.

He has now passed the autumn imperial examination and obtained the title of Juren.

I'll just wait two years to participate in the imperial examination and see if I can pass it.

After the two men left, Chu Xun said to Huang Qi, "He doesn't recognize you, so don't take it to heart."

Although Zhang Shaoheng did not intentionally judge people by their appearance, it was normal for a high-ranking official of the second rank to look down on an old farmer from the countryside.

Everyone in the world thought that the leader of the refugee army from back then was dead.

Who would have thought that the man sitting silently in the courtyard carving memorial tablets was the famous commander of the refugee army?

Huang Qi shook his head; he had already given up everything and wouldn't care about these things.

As for Zhang Shaoheng's worries, Huang Qi didn't think they were anything serious.

The Jing Kingdom only produces one Tang Shijun and one Zhang Jingheng every hundred years, but it wouldn't be that difficult to produce another Huang Qi.

Zhang Jingheng fell silent upon hearing this.

Saving the country is difficult, but rebellion is far too easy.

Thus came the fifth year of Yongxiang.

Chu Xun seized the power of the City God of Changming Prefecture with lightning speed.

The two cities and nine counties under the jurisdiction of Changming Prefecture all fell into his hands.

That year, Huang Qi adopted an orphan.

They came from elsewhere as refugees; their ancestors were military generals of the Jing Kingdom.

Later, due to a mistake, he was dismissed and sent back to his hometown.

Decades later, his family’s land was seized by force. His parents rallied the people to demand an explanation, but they were beheaded on charges of treason.

They fled with others, and by the time they reached Songguo Village, they were starving and on the verge of death.

After Huang Qi adopted him, he obtained Chu Xun's consent to let him stay in the mansion to study, which was considered as providing him with food.

Don't let the fact that this child is skinny and bony fool you; he's actually very strong.

At less than eight years old, he could lift a millstone weighing over 100 pounds as if it were nothing.

When Liao Xingbang returned from his travels, he immediately recognized his potential as a martial arts prodigy.

He then decided to take him as his disciple and teach him martial arts.

However, the child was unwilling, as his father was also a martial artist and a third-rank martial artist.

When they went to demand an explanation, they suffered the most tragic fate.

In his view, personal martial prowess is useful, but not absolutely useful.

Many things you want to do cannot be accomplished by relying solely on personal force.

Therefore, he didn't want to learn.

Liao Xingbang frowned as he listened. He had finally found a promising talent, and he was not willing to let him go so easily.

"If you don't want to learn martial arts, then what do you want to learn?" Liao Xingbang asked.

Without hesitation, the child replied, "If I'm going to learn something, I'll learn how to defeat ten thousand men!"

Liao Xingbang was puzzled. "An enemy of ten thousand men?"

What a profound martial art that is!

Human strength has its limits; even a master of innate abilities wouldn't dare claim to be able to defeat ten thousand men.

Huang Qi, who was standing to the side, said, "The so-called 'enemy of ten thousand men' is a military strategy."

Liao Xingbang was very discouraged. He had studied military strategy, but it only gave him a headache.

Nothing is as simple as martial arts.

Even without talent, diligent study and practice can lead to some learning.

Chu Xun smiled and said, "His desire to learn how to defeat ten thousand men doesn't prevent you from teaching martial arts. You can learn together."

Liao Xingbang's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands suddenly.

"Yeah, let's learn together!"

And so, a child was born into the household.

He learned martial arts from Liao Xingbang every day and military strategy from Huang Qi.

Zhang Shaoheng visited several times and was quite surprised to find that Huang Qi was actually skilled in military strategy.

What's the point of you, a farmer, studying military strategy?

However, the child was very talented, and Zhang Shaoheng became interested and wanted to teach him how to conduct himself, astronomy, geography, and so on.

The former Minister of Works knew these things very well.

As the year drew to a close, with Chu Xun as a witness, Huang Qi officially adopted the child as his grandson.

Considering that he was originally a military household member, but has now been converted to a farmer's household member.

To ensure the child wouldn't forget his roots, he was given the name Huang Ji.

The sixth year of Yongxiang.

The water of the Songliu River suddenly started flowing much faster.

Chu Xun took a look, and after returning, he threw the shaped and leveled meteorite iron into the furnace.

The furnace fire was so fierce that it seemed to melt the bricks and stones.

The temperature in the courtyard suddenly soared.

Huang Qi, with his white hair, silently took his carving knife and wooden board and moved dozens of meters away.

Wei Youyou screamed in fright, ran to the vegetable garden, squatted down, and took advantage of the field mice's inattention to pluck a few radish tops.

Zhang Jingheng knew at a glance that the blue-white python was about to awaken.

Huang Ji, unaware of all this, watched curiously as Chu Xun took out the red-hot meteorite iron and asked, "Grandpa Chu, hasn't your sword been unused for a long time? Why is it suddenly being reforged?"

The sword is made from meteorite iron from outer space; only the final step of sharpening it is needed.

Chu Xun hesitated to take this step, focusing instead on copying the lightning-avoiding talisman.

As expected, I have accumulated a total of twelve lightning protection talismans.

The Heavenly One Divine Water Pearl has accumulated to dozens.

Each one contains hundreds of strands of Ren water essence.

Fourteen threads make one strand, and twenty threads make one line.

Even a city god of a prefecture level would shudder at the sight of this essence of Ren water.

All preparations have been completed; everything is ready except for the final push.

Chu Xun stood in front of the stove, the rising fire casting flickering light on his face.

In response to Huang Ji's question, Chu Xun replied, "I'm leaving."

As soon as these words were spoken, the courtyard became much quieter.

Huang Qi stopped carving, slowly stood up, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Chu Xun said, "It's not certain yet."

"Will you give it back?"

"Maybe he'll come back, but I don't know when."

I had a feeling that the missions that followed would most likely not be related to the people and things in Pinecone Village anymore.

Moreover, the world is so big, and he really wants to go out and see what's out there.

Especially since he himself was tasked with dismantling the dilapidated buildings, it was truly difficult to achieve anything significant while remaining confined to this small village.

Once you leave here, who knows whether it will be decades or centuries before you return.

An old crow in the yard flew down from the eaves and landed next to Chu Xun.

Even though it was very uncomfortable from being roasted by the flames, it never retreated.

The oldest crow has grown to almost the height of a person.

Tall and imposing, standing there, he's like an iron tower.

Its eyes revealed reluctance and anxiety. It flapped its wings a few times and made a low "caw caw" sound.

Chu Xun understood its meaning and said, "I don't know if you can continue to follow me. If you can, I naturally don't want to be separated from you."

Weasels, rabbits, and field mice all came running over, staring longingly at the scene.

Only Wei Youyou came over, munching on a cucumber.

He crouched down and patted the heads of the weasel, the rabbit, and the field mouse in turn: "Don't worry, I'll bring him back when the master is about to die."

Huang Qi and Huang Ji both looked over, unsure how to comment on these words.

It sounds like filial piety, but it also sends chills down your spine.

Little did they know that this was the very thing Wei Youyou knew best about all these years she had been following Chu Xun.

Bring close relatives who are about to die back to Songguo Village and entrust them to the Zhangnan County City God for reincarnation.

Chu Xun smiled; he was used to Wei Youyou's way of speaking and didn't take it to heart.

Soon after, the meteorite from outer space was heated to a fiery red.

The gradual accumulation of dark clouds in the sky was not the work of magic, but a natural change in the heavens and earth.

A deafening rumble could be faintly heard.

The gloomy and oppressive atmosphere made people feel uneasy.

Chu Xun looked up at the sky, and Zhang Jingheng looked over as well, saying, "This thunder seems rather unusual."

The thunder was heavier and more frequent than usual.

Even before it sets, it can illuminate the entire sky as if it were daytime.

Chu Xun reached out and took out the red-hot meteorite iron from the furnace.

Huang Ji exclaimed in surprise, "Grandpa Chu!"

Although Huang Qi also showed surprise in his eyes, he was not as excited as he was.

Over the years, he had considered a certain possibility, but he had never verified it.

Based on today's meeting, it can be basically confirmed.

Holding the fiery red meteorite iron in one hand, he made a sword-finger gesture with the other and casually wiped the edge of the blade.

The incredibly hard meteorite iron was easily smoothed out into a sword blade.

Chu Xun didn't waste the extra space. He looked at Huang Ji and asked, "Would you like a suitable weapon?"

Huang Ji's eyes lit up: "I want it!"

Although he mainly studied military strategy, his personal combat skills were also frighteningly high.

At only nine years old, he already possessed the strength of a fourth-rank martial artist.

Although they already had some basic knowledge before coming to Pinecone Village, the speed of their progress was still astonishing.

Liao Xingbang was devastated, but fortunately he had the Dragon-Slaying Saber, which helped him salvage some of his dignity as a teacher.

"What do you want?" Chu Xun asked.

Without hesitation, Huang Ji replied, "A halberd!"

This is one of the standard weapons used in the military, and it was also something his father was skilled at.

Chu Xun nodded slightly, and with a grab of his hand, more than a dozen iron billets piled up in the courtyard flew over.

It fell into the furnace and was instantly turned a dazzling red.

Excess iron from extraterrestrial meteorites also fell into it.

It only flew out of the furnace after all the metal had melted.

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the halberd and driving it more than six feet into the ground.

Sparks flew, and the weapon shrank by nearly 30%.

Chu Xun laughed loudly, "With this lightning strike as a help, we can save the trouble of forging it."

"Oh!" Wei Youyou jumped to the side of the vegetable garden in fright.

The field mouse immediately pushed her shoes, chirping incessantly.

Having already been fooled once, I won't fall into the same trap twice.

Wei Youyou's face turned pale, and she squatted down pitifully: "I'm scared—"

With their big, dark eyes looking over, the field mice's chirping quieted down considerably.

After a moment, it moved its large, fat rear end aside.

Wei Youyou stretched out her hand, and the field mice stared nervously at the radish leaves, wondering how many would be picked this time.

However, that white hand did not pick the radish leaves.

The field mice felt the softness and warmth of the palm stroking their heads.

"No one will be competing with you for radish leaves anymore."

The field mice stared blankly up at Wei Youyou, whose body was gradually revealing a few wisps of spiritual light.

They suddenly seemed to understand something, and their chirping suddenly increased.

Raindrops, as large as beans, began to fall from the sky, pounding against the bricks and tiles with a loud thud.

The halberd was steaming from the rain.

The weapon in Chu Xun's hand gradually revealed its true form.

It was a three-foot-seven-inch long sword, with a spine as straight as a mountain and a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, faintly shimmering with golden light.

Rainwater cannot fall on it at all; it will be pulverized by the sharp air.

It took Chu Xun nearly forty years to forge this sword.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and another bolt of lightning struck down.

The sword trembled slightly, and a dazzling golden light shot into the sky, shattering the lightning directly.

Chu Xun laughed loudly, "It really is a fine sword."

With a grab of his hand, the wine jars inside the room shattered.

All the wine was poured into the prepared wine gourd.

The wine I've been saving for so many years is so much that it can't even fit in a large vat.

However, this gourd seemed to be a bottomless pit, sucking up all the wine.

Even the lightning-avoiding talismans in the cabinet and the old Taoist priest's medicine bottles were taken away.

After a slight hesitation, the painting on the wall flew off.

This painting was a private gift from Tang Shijun, and it bears the personal seal of "Mr. Huaitang".

He hung the wine gourd on his waist, shrunk the painting given to him by Tang Shijun, and stuffed it into his bosom along with the lightning-avoiding talisman.

Chu Xun looked at Huang Qi and Huang Ji standing under the eaves and said, "I'm leaving."

Huang Ji's eyes were slightly red. He didn't know what Grandpa Chu, who usually either drew talismans or forged iron, was going to do.

All I know is that this parting may mean we never see each other again.

Huang Qi's eyes also dimmed somewhat.

But having experienced too much separation and death, he doesn't like being overly sentimental.

He bowed with his hands clasped and said, "Farewell, sir."

Chu Xun bowed with his sword in hand, exchanged a glance with Zhang Jingheng, and said, "We should leave some traces so that others will not dare to easily invade."

Zhang Jingheng nodded: "Alright."

Under Huang Ji's astonished gaze, Chu Xun leaped into the air.

The sound overpowered the thunder and reached the ears of everyone in Pinecone Village.

"I fear I may not be able to return home today. Fellow villagers, please do not blame me, do not worry about me, and do not miss me."

Whether they were asleep or awakened by the thunder and rain, the villagers all heard his voice.

Many people peered out of windows or through doors.

Amidst thunder and lightning, a figure stood suspended in mid-air.

They were stunned, dumbfounded.

This is----

immortal?

But that voice was clearly Chu Chen's!

Even Zhang Shaoheng woke up and stood at the door wearing an overcoat.

A startled cry came from beside him: "Master, look!"

Zhang Shaoheng looked down and saw that the courtyard was now filled with flowers.

One after another, in a riot of colors.

In the fields, the crops that had just sprouted grew to seven or eight feet tall in the blink of an eye.

Each stalk is laden with rice ears, yet stands tall and upright without drooping.

The fruit trees in the village have blossomed and borne fruit.

A delicate fragrance wafts through the air, which even the rain cannot mask.

The water vat was full of water, the courtyard was piled with firewood, and even the rice in the rice jar was overflowing.

Many villagers were overjoyed and knelt down to worship Chu Xun.

After leaving enough traces, Chu Xun swayed.

When they reappeared, they had arrived at the Weiguogong Ancestral Hall outside the village.

In the courtyard, Huang Ji stood in front of his halberd despite the heavy rain.

Looking at the many halberds still remaining six feet underground, he reached out and grabbed them with both hands.

The nine-year-old child is all muscle.

With a burst of power far exceeding that of ordinary people, accompanied by a loud roar, he pulled out the halberd, which weighed at least two or three hundred pounds.

However, once pulled out, it's not so easy to wield it freely.

Huang Ji could only stand silently in the rain, clutching his halberd.

Huang Qi looked at the halberd, which was twice his height, with a complex expression in his eyes.

This is a fine weapon, forged from a mixture of extraterrestrial meteorite iron and ordinary iron blanks.

It did not use ordinary methods, but rather Taoist principles.

I just don't know if there's any use for it.

The men guarding the ancestral hall of Duke Weiguo had already woken up.

They were all elderly, and some had even passed away long ago.

But his son and grandson still live here, guarding the ancestral hall of the Duke of Wei.

As Chu Xun stood in front of the ancestral hall, a shout immediately came from inside: "Who goes there!"

When they came out and saw that it was Chu Xun, the tense expressions of the elderly and young guards of the ancestral hall relaxed a little.

"Why has Mr. Chu come in such heavy rain?" an elderly guard asked respectfully.

When Liao Shouyi died, he and his guards witnessed a strange scene of long swords flying in the City God Temple in Zhangnan County.

Of all the people in the world, they were among those who knew best just how capable this Mr. Chu was.

Chu Xun said directly, "I'm leaving here. Before I go, I'd like to give you some things."

The golden essence was casually grabbed, transformed into white ribbons, and fell into the weapons of these people.

The quantity varies, depending entirely on the quality of their weapons.

Even a tiny fraction of it is a rare and powerful weapon.

The elderly guard naturally understood what this meant; he had seen such a divine weapon before.

To this day, such divine soldiers still exist in Mobei New City and other cities in the southwest.

I never imagined that one day I would be able to have it myself.

Chu Xun said, "After I leave, guard the Weiguogong Ancestral Hall and Songguo Village well, and don't let outsiders take advantage of the situation."

The elderly guard was taken aback. Just as he was about to speak, there was no one in front of him.

The young man was terrified; they had just been talking, and now they had vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Grandpa, have we encountered a ghost?"

The elderly guard took a deep breath and slapped his grandson on the head: "What nonsense are you spouting! That's Mr. Chu, a rare and extraordinary person!"

"To call me an immortal would be more like it; how dare a ghost or monster show itself before you, sir?"

"An immortal!?"

The young guard looked on in astonishment. "Isn't Mr. Chu a farmer from Songguo Village?"

"The actions of immortals are beyond your comprehension."

The old guard took another deep breath, regardless of whether Chu Xun could hear him.

He bowed respectfully and said, "Rest assured, sir. With us here, any villains who dare to attack will be dealt with severely!"

Before long, the other guards learned that Chu Xun had been there, presented him with divine weapons, and asked them to help protect Songguo Village.

The guards had no objections; on the contrary, they were excited and very regretful.

I knew Mr. Chu might not be an ordinary person. After spending so many years together, I never expected that I wouldn't be able to see him one last time before we parted.

In Pingshui Town.

The rain was pouring down, and the streets were deserted.

Most of the shops are closed.

Bai Family Old Shop.

Bai Min'an, looking old and with cloudy eyes, sat in a chair.

Thanks to his son-in-law's health-preserving prescriptions, he is still able to walk on his own even in his eighties.

He is the longest-living person in the entire Pingshui Town.

This also made his son-in-law famous within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Even high-ranking officials and nobles would travel great distances to seek longevity remedies.

Unfortunately, many people who ate it did not live longer; they still died as they were destined to die.

Although he lived a long life, his health was not as good as before.

Now his grandson has also become a doctor and opened his own clinic.

No one is willing to take over the Bai family's old shop business.

Even though his family was already well-off, Bai Min'an was ultimately reluctant to give up his family's business.

So he hired a helper to fetch the wine every day.

The waiter stood at the door for a while, then turned and said, "Sir, it's raining quite heavily today, I'm afraid no one will come to buy wine."

Bai Min'an knew he wanted to go home as soon as possible. The boy had just had a son a few days ago, so naturally he wanted to get home quickly.

Normally, he would have agreed.

After all, with such heavy rain, it seemed like it was going to smash holes in the roof, so it was unlikely that anyone would come to buy alcohol.

But for some reason, Bai Min'an had a strange feeling in his heart today.

I can't explain it, I just don't want to leave so soon.

"Let's wait a little longer," Bai Min'an said.

The waiter didn't know what he was waiting for. He leaned against the door frame, looking at the heavy rain outside, his heart filled with anxiety.

I don't know if my son can drink milk, or if I have enough milk.

"Sigh, with such heavy rain, all the shops on the street are closed. Who will come here?"

After waiting for a while, the rain not only did not decrease, but instead became heavier.

A figure ran in through the rain and asked as soon as he entered, "Why aren't you closed yet?"

The man who arrived was Bai Min'an's grandson, Bai Yucheng.

Now middle-aged, he has a tall and upright figure, and is very refined, but he has a strong smell of medicinal herbs about him.

The waiter said, "The old man said he wants to wait a little longer, but I don't know who he's waiting for."

Bai Yucheng walked over, bent down in front of his grandfather, and asked, "Grandpa, the rain is too heavy. We've closed the shop. Shall I take you home?"

Bai Min'an continued to shake his head, his feelings growing stronger; he didn't want to leave.

Bai Yucheng frowned. Why was the old man becoming more and more stubborn as he got older?

With rain this heavy, only a fool would buy alcohol!

Just as he was about to say a few more words of persuasion, a figure appeared at the door without him noticing.

His voice was gentle as he asked, "Is there any more of Yu Nian Niang?"

Bai Min'an's hunched back suddenly straightened a bit.

He stood up shakily and looked at the figure with gray hair and bright eyes at the door.

Although my vision was a little blurry, the feeling in my heart finally settled down at this moment.

He knew who he was waiting for.

Bai Yucheng turned around and saw the figure. After a moment of surprise, he quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Mr. Chu."

Chu Xun walked in with a smile. The waiter looked at the torrential rain outside, then at Chu Xun who was completely dry, and was astonished.

In such heavy rain, how come Master Chu isn't wet at all?

I didn't see a carriage or an umbrella.

Even their arrival seemed to happen suddenly.

Mingming looked out onto the street just now, and there wasn't a single person there.

"Quickly, get some wine for Mr. Chu!" Bai Yucheng shouted.

The waiter snapped out of his daze and quickly responded.

However, Bai Min'an said, "I'll fight!"

"Grandpa!" Bai Yucheng called out with some concern.

He knew that the Chu family, "two generations," had been patronizing the Bai family's old shop for nearly a century.

In addition, the Chu family owns more than half of the shops and various industries in the town.

Master Chu, the great philanthropist Chu, who doesn't know him?

Moreover, the Chu family and the three dukes have intricate connections, and the renowned Zhang family has even moved to Songguo Village.

Given this background, it would be only natural for his grandfather to personally serve him wine.

I'm just too old, and I'm worried about something happening to me.

To Bai Yucheng's surprise, his grandfather, whose health had been declining in recent years, was unusually energetic today.

When he first stood up, he was shaky, but now he can stand up straight in front of the wine vat.

Lifting the red cloth covering the wine jar, Bai Min'an asked, "The usual?"

The usual order is one jar, ten jin per jar.

It has been like this for many years.

Chu Xun reached down and untied the wine gourd from his waist, saying, "Use this."

Bai Min'an took it and looked at it, saying, "This probably can't hold much, at most three or four catties. That won't be enough for you to drink, will it?"

Chu Xun smiled and said, "This gourd of mine is quite special. Just keep pretending. I'm just afraid you don't have enough wine in your shop."

Bai Yucheng, who was standing to the side with his hands outstretched, ready to catch his grandfather at any moment, looked at the wine gourd that was less than a foot tall.

I thought to myself that Mr. Chu must be getting old, because he's started to like to boast.

This gourd can hold at most three or four catties of wine, but the shop has more than a hundred catties of wine in it, so how could it not be enough?

He remained silent, feeling that these words would offend someone and it was best not to provoke them.

Bai Min'an opened the stopper of the wine gourd, and before he could even pick up the wine ladle, the wine in the vat had already automatically poured into the gourd.

His old eyesight was failing, so he couldn't see clearly, but Bai Yucheng and his partner were dumbfounded.

Bai Min'an held the wine ladle and scooped down the ladle, but it felt empty, so he couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm".

I bent down a little more, stretched out my arm to scoop it up, but it was still empty.

He was immediately surprised and asked, "Ma San, where's the wine?"

Ma San is that young man.

When questioned by the old man, Ma San swallowed hard, looked at Chu Xun in front of him, and stammered, "The wine, the wine—it's all gone."

"What do you mean it's all packed?" Bai Min'an scolded. "There are still at least two hundred catties of Yu Nian Niang left, but we haven't sold much these past few days!"

5"

Bai Yucheng swallowed hard, not daring to look Chu Xun in the eye. He could only whisper in his grandfather's ear in a trembling voice, "The wine flew into Mr. Chu's wine gourd by itself—"

Bai Min'an was stunned. He held the gourd in one hand and couldn't feel its weight at all.

It has always been light and airy, and has never changed.

His grandson's words left him somewhat bewildered.

A whole vat of aged wine, weighing at least two hundred catties, was completely empty into a wine gourd.

Chu Xun walked over, took the wine gourd from Bai Min'an's hand, and laughed, "I told you your shop didn't have enough wine."

Bai Min'an then realized that Master Chu, with whom he had spent many years, was no ordinary person.

I was so excited that I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

Chu Xun took out a pile of silver from his pocket, without even checking how many taels it was, and casually tossed it onto the counter.

"Your family's aged wine is very good. I hope I will have the opportunity to drink it again in the future," Chu Xun said.

Bai Min'an understood the implication and asked, "Is Mr. Chu leaving?"

Chu Xun hummed in agreement: "I've been here for many years, it's time to go."

Bai Min'an's cloudy eyes looked somewhat dim.

"If you leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait any longer."

Chu Xun sighed softly, "Once I leave, I may never be able to drink such delicious wine again."

Although I haven't traveled around the world many times, nor have I gone very far.

Of all the wines I've tasted, only Baijia Laopu's Yu Nian Niang is the best.

Thunder rumbled outside again, accompanied by a faint, sharp whistling sound.

Chu Xun didn't delay any longer, cupped his hands and said, "Take care."

Then he turned and walked out.

The man behind him was startled and hurriedly backed away, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

At this moment, Bai Yucheng suddenly realized something.

He hurriedly chased after her and knelt down to kowtow to Chu Xun.

"I beg Mr. Chu to consider our friendship over the years and extend my grandfather's life by a few more years."

Chu Xun stopped and turned around, smiling, "Don't you want to ask for something for yourself?"

Bai Yucheng gritted his teeth and said, "I dare not ask for more, I only pray that Grandpa can live to be a hundred years old."

"Are you really not asking for anything?" Chu Xun asked again.

Bai Yucheng gritted his teeth, not because he didn't want to, but because he dared not.

Knowing that the other party might be an immortal, if he could be granted a long life of a hundred years for my grandfather, it would be a great blessing. How could I dare to ask for anything else?

Chu Xun sighed, "Since you have no other desires, then so be it. Let us grant Bai Min'an the wish of a long and healthy life."

A ribbon of vision was created before Chu Xun, below which was the image of Bai Yucheng kneeling and praying.

Chu Xun genuinely wanted to offer some benefits to the Bai family. As long as Bai Yucheng was willing to pray, he could use his incense and supernatural powers to help him achieve his wish.

Unfortunately, Bai Yucheng was too filled with awe and apprehension, and missed the opportunity.

Chu Xun reached out and pointed, and the white ribbon of vision quickly turned azure blue.

Without saying anything more, Chu Xun stepped out the door.

With a single step, he vanished into the rainy night.

The guy who had fallen down only came to his senses when he heard Chu Xun say that he wished Bai Min'an a long and healthy life.

He scrambled to his feet and chased after them outside, kneeling and shouting, "Please, Master Chu, grant me wealth and honor!"

However, there was no response; Chu Xun had already walked out of Pingshui Town.

Even if he didn't leave, it wouldn't give him what he wanted.

Because such a vision was merely a passing fancy, without any reverence or faith.

Even the Vision Ribbon couldn't be created, let alone when Chu Xun turned around just now, he was so frightened that he stumbled backward and fell.

This only proves that the two are not meant to be.

Hearing the shouts of the waiters outside, Bai Yucheng felt a sense of loss and regret.

Judging from Chu Xun's words, if he had been bolder and asked for one or two more things, he might have been able to get them done.

Thinking of this, Bai Yucheng was filled with remorse.

Bai Min'an walked up to him and asked, "Do you regret it?"

Bai Yucheng looked up and saw that his grandfather was standing straight. Although he was still old, his complexion was many times better than before.

He quickly shook his head and said, "I don't regret praying for my grandfather's longevity, I just regret that I wasn't brave enough."

Bai Min'an helped him up and gestured for him to kneel and beg outside, but received no response. He then cried out in frustration.

He whispered, "The actions of immortals cannot be judged by ordinary standards. If you make too many promises, you may not be sincere. If you are not sincere, they will not work."

Bai Yucheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.

Praying for one's grandfather's longevity is an act of filial piety; sincerity brings results.

If you make a wish for someone else, it will inevitably be mixed with personal interests and selfishness.

By then, even if Grandpa lives a long life, he might not survive. It would be a loss for him.

Having figured this out, Bai Yucheng breathed a sigh of relief.

With a look of reverence on his face, he said, "Grandpa is right. To be able to meet an immortal and witness his abilities is already an immense blessing."

"Besides, we have prayed for Grandpa to live to be a hundred years old, so we should not have any more greedy thoughts."

Bai Min'an patted his shoulder, walked to the empty wine vat, and looked at the empty vat.

He peered inside and looked again, then burst out laughing.

"So even immortals like my family's wine!"

Songliu River.

At this moment, the river is surging and making huge waves.

A massive, mountain-like figure emerged from the river.

Chu Xun stepped into this place, and a bolt of lightning illuminated the world in pure white.

Looking at the giant python with its pupils vertical, raising its head and wagging its tail, emitting a series of roars that seemed to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Chu Xun opened his palm, and a long sword shrouded in a deep golden light was held in his hand.

He looked up at the sky, his gaze resolute.

Today, let's see whether the heavenly tribulation is more powerful, or whether Master Chu is more powerful!

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