Witch, please have some self-respect!

Seeking Immortals City, the only ancient city in the vast wilderness.

As the three bright moons gradually disappeared in the night sky, the dawn's light pierced the heavens.

The Feng family guards had already lined up for their morning exercise.

With a whooshing sound of punches and a series of loud shouts, dozens of pounds of stone blocks flew around him like stars.

The gate to the small courtyard in the west corner opened, and Shen Yun, with his hunched figure, stood in the autumn wind, gazing enviously at the guards on the training ground.

The leading group of men stretched out their muscles and bones like a great dragon, their punches were like arrows cutting through the wind, and their feet landed like thunder shaking the earth.

The Feng family's exclusive true cultivation method for guarding the residence: "Rolling Stone Fist".

The first stage of cultivation, nourishing the body, involves tempering one's blood and qi, and nurturing one's physique. Occasionally, someone's blood and qi would radiate from their body, shining like a rosy cloud.

It contains immense power within its mystical nature.

Such a cultivation method is an invaluable opportunity for immortality in the wild and desolate lands.

Even with a mortal foundation, one can still cultivate to the ninth realm of body nourishment, gain immense strength, and have the opportunity to join a sacred sect of immortals, laying the foundation for ascension to immortality.

Outside the Feng family, countless people would fight tooth and nail for a chance to learn cultivation methods.

Watching them practice, Shen Yun unconsciously started to imitate their movements.

Dressed in a blue robe and wearing a round hat, with white hair and beard, he looked every bit the old servant of the Feng family.

In the center of the training ground, the eight-foot-tall head guard saw Shen Yun and grinned.

"Old man Shen, you just got married yesterday and you're already up so early practicing martial arts. You didn't do anything in the bridal chamber, did you?"

Every month, Steward Shen would want to practice martial arts for a few days. He was a martial arts fanatic with poor talent and foundation, so it wasn't surprising to him.

But these past two days have been different!

"Hahaha!"

"Steward Shen seems to be sixty-three years old; he's probably past his prime. Is he following me on training to try and regain his former glory?"

On the training ground, a group of guards laughed as they practiced.

The young guard looked at Shen Yun, his eyes still filled with a hint of jealousy.

Yesterday, the First Madam bestowed upon Old Man Shen a beautiful maidservant in her late twenties.

That maid was universally acknowledged as the most beautiful woman in the mansion, surpassing even the young ladies of the household.

Countless people are captivated by it.

On what grounds?

Old Shen is the biggest bachelor in the manor!

Or it's because he peed his shoes while riding the wind!

It must have been the envy of countless guards and servants.

"Hiss~"

The laughter distracted Shen Yun, causing him to lose his footing and nearly twist his back.

"A bunch of disrespectful brats, I'm cutting your expenses next month!"

Shen Yun seemed to have strained his back.

The guards dared not laugh anymore, turning their heads to immerse themselves in martial arts practice.

If an ordinary servant in the Feng family dared to openly steal the master's skills like Shen Yun, they would be courting death.

Not all servants are qualified to practice.

Two years ago, a handyman was caught secretly learning in the artificial hill. He was beaten and died shortly afterward.

But Shen Yun is different.

As the chief accountant, he was also exceptionally taught the "Rolling Stone Fist" when he was young.

He just hasn't made a name for himself yet.

Shen Yun, trembling, supported his aching back and walked to a stone bench not far away to sit down, finally catching his breath.

Feeling the weakness in his body, Shen Yun touched his graying beard with his withered hands and was filled with emotion.

"I'm already sixty-three in the blink of an eye!"

Shen Yun, who had worked overtime for three days and two nights in her previous life, was already twenty-eight when she opened her eyes again.

At that time, he had already sold himself into the Feng family as a servant and was even beaten up. Unexpectedly, his true spirit awakened, and he understood his past and present lives.

As a 21st-century youth, he naturally didn't want to be a slave; he wanted to escape.

However, I learned that there are wild beasts in the wilderness outside the city, and I have also seen cultivators walking on the sky.

For now, I'll follow my heart.

There are cultivation methods in this world that can lead to transcendence, sainthood, godhood, and immortality.

In the Immortal Seeker City, the Feng family, to which he belonged, was among the top families.

This is because there is a Blood Sea Ancestor who lives to be three hundred years old and is in charge.

Before the patriarch went into seclusion, Shen Yun had seen him several times. He had white hair and a youthful face, and could ride the wind, just like a god.

If one were to flee, the area outside the city would be a vast, untamed mountain range, and scattered towns within a radius of thousands of miles would also be under the influence of the Immortal Seeking City.

Shen Yun realized there was no hope, so he behaved himself.

Later, by chance, he entered the accounting department, where he demonstrated a certain business acumen and gradually gained attention.

He was exceptionally taught "Rolling Stone Boxing" in his thirties.

Unfortunately, when the talent was tested, Shen Yun's foundation score was only 13, just two points higher than the average of 11.

His talent barely surpassed the average level of ordinary people, and he had no advantage in cultivation.

In addition, he is too old and has long passed his prime.

On the contrary, because he worked too hard and practiced too much, his blood and energy declined, and he began to age prematurely.

He was over sixty years old, his hair and beard were all white, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

Alas!

He didn't succeed in his spiritual practice, but he did well in the accounting department; fifteen years ago, he became the head accountant.

It's not just about ability, but also that Shen Yun chose the right person to follow.

Although he is now a servant, his status within the household is not low, and even some disliked clansmen have to be mindful of his feelings.

Yesterday, she was betrothed by the First Madam to the most beautiful maid in the mansion, who is eighteen years old.

But Shen Yun is sixty-three!

On their wedding night—their health failed them!

Shen Yun had another thought today, unwilling to let his decaying and aged body bow its head.

If one can embark on the path of spiritual cultivation, immortality and rejuvenation are not just a dream.

This morning, I tried to practice again and almost strained my back.

As people grow old, they are no longer young.

To embark on the path of cultivation again would be extremely difficult.

"What if a miracle happens!"

Shen Yun did not give up. He sat on the stone bench, staring intently at the guards who had entered the path of cultivation in the training ground.

The qi and blood emanate from the body, dazzling and magnificent. Lifting a 300-pound stone roller with one hand and smashing a stone tablet with one punch are all miraculous feats of embarking on the path of cultivation.

He was truly envious.

Seeing that he was staring intently, the head guard Chang Buduan put down the heavy cauldron he was holding and called out.

"Old Shen, why don't you come up and practice? I'll teach you!"

Shen Yun naturally did not respond.

At his age, practicing the "Rolling Stone Fist" style involving carrying stone weights would only shorten his lifespan.

The practice of cultivating oneself for over sixty years is not about refining.

As people age and their bodies weaken, their vitality diminishes.

More importantly, it's about making up for the deficit, which requires medication and recuperation.

He planned to take his savings for his funeral and buy some good elixirs to try.

The Feng family actually has an even better "Wind and Fire Breathing Method," which belongs to the category of static exercises.

Friendly to old men.

However, that method was only passed down to the core disciples of the clan, and it was impossible for him, a servant, to do so.

He did have some crooked ideas, but even a surprise attack might not break through someone's defenses.

I used to be too selfish, only focusing on my own efforts and not cultivating a few reliable subordinates.

He felt somewhat regretful, realizing that at his age, his voice in the household was becoming increasingly weak.

It gradually got to about eight o'clock in the morning.

Feeling awkward facing his wife at home, Shen Yun got up and went to the accounting office.

An eighteen-year-old bride and a sixty-year-old groom.

Shen Yun was almost two generations older than Su Wan'er, the wife bestowed upon him by the First Madam. Wan'er used to call him Uncle Shen.

But fate played a trick on them, and the two were able to get married.

It was all so sudden; I don't know how to get along with them.

We arrived at the accounting office.

An apprentice diligently brought over food, and Shen Yun also asked a maid to deliver a portion to Su Wan'er.

After breakfast, I glanced through the account books.

The accounting work is sometimes tight and sometimes loose; there's not much to do these days.

Shen Yun also has five people in charge of accounting under him, so as the general manager, he doesn't have to worry about everything.

Nothing much to do today, so I'll relax, plant some flowers, and play chess with the old man across the street who's in charge of purchasing.

A day has passed.

Old age is so simple, dull and unadorned, and the monthly salary is even higher than that of the young oxen and horses in the mansion.

......

That night, Shen Yun returned to her room carrying a food box.

Su Wan'er, who was tidying up the room, stopped what she was doing, looked at Shen Yun, and spoke awkwardly.

"Uncle Shen... Husband... you... you're back."

Shen Yun waved his hand casually.

It's normal not to be able to accept it.

It's weird to get close to this old man, my husband.

However, seeing the room transformed from a messy place into a clean and tidy one after Su Wan'er's tidying up, she was quite satisfied.

Just as Madam Luo Yinghong said, Su Wan'er is gentle and kind, and can endure hardship.

If in his previous life he was forced to marry an old woman.

Forget about cleaning the room, it's a miracle he doesn't smash things.

"I know you're not used to it either, take it slow."

Shen Yun tried his best to appear refined and gentle.

However, his face was reflected in the bronze mirror; his beard and hair were all white, and his appearance was old.

Not refined.

Very kind.

"Thank you, my husband. Wan'er will get used to it as soon as possible."

Su Wan'er couldn't bear to look up. She stepped forward, took the lunchbox from Shen Yun's hand, and poured him a cup of tea.

Then, the lunchbox was opened, and plates of delicate side dishes were laid out.

Shen Yun sat in a chair watching Su Wan'er busy under the candlelight.

At the tender age of twenty-nine, her skin glowed with a cool, white luster, and her appearance was exceptional.

What attracted Shen Yun the most was her figure, which was curvaceous and had a broad chest.

My wife has a big D.

More importantly, she has a very slim waist and full, rounded hips, which further accentuates her size.

She stood out even more compared to the other maids in the Feng family.

In her previous life, she would have been a goddess with an exceptional hourglass figure.

Shen Yun remembered clearly that she was twelve years old when he bought her into the household.

Even as a child, Su Wan'er's appearance and temperament were deeply appreciated by Madam Luo Yinghong, who took her under her wing and nurtured her.

They've never experienced hardship.

Therefore, although she was a maid, she was dignified and gentle, exuding the temperament of a lady from a prominent family.

It was given to him yesterday.

When asked, Wan'er was also completely baffled.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Shen Yun couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help but have some concerns.

Serving the master in the palace is like serving a tiger; he still hoped for a peaceful end.

After the meal.

The two chatted for a while.

With nothing much to do at night, Shen Yun lay in bed with his eyes closed, resting.

"I've saved up 1,500 taels over the years. I'll use it all to buy the Blood Essence Pill, which is the best health-preserving pill for ordinary people, and take a gamble?"

Or should we continue saving them, hoping for a better-quality blood food?

Although he was already sixty, Shen Yun's heart for cultivation never sank.

"Blood offerings are rare, but rumors suggest unusual activity in the Hidden Dragon Mountains outside the city, with an increase in the discovery of rare and precious plants. Should we head out of the city and try our luck at the black market?"

Many ideas popped into Shen Yun's mind.

Some unusual spiritual plants are even more effective than blood food.

If we don't act now, we'll miss our chance.

Borrow some silver to go outside the city. If you're lucky, you can buy a rare plant and you'll definitely be able to advance to the next level.

Once these precious resources enter the city, even a servant like him can't see them; the only way to acquire them is through the black market outside the city.

"Let's wait until winter is over. If the elixirs don't work, we'll set off in the spring!"

Shen Yun doesn't seek great achievements now; even advancing in cultivation and extending his lifespan by ten or eight years would be good enough.

To fight for a life with a slim chance of survival is not the goal; the life of an ordinary person is what it means to live a mortal life.

We must fight for it! We must seize it! We must take it all!

He was cautious his whole life, but realized it too late.

rustle...

His steps were light, and a pleasant fragrance broke his thoughts.

Su Wan'er carried the tray over and placed it on the bedside table.

"My lord, today the First Madam sent over some Snow Branch Pink Grapes."

Her fair and delicate fingers picked up a pink grape and gently brought it to Shen Yun's lips.

Shen Yun opened her eyes with a smile, bit into a grape, but accidentally sucked on a soft fingertip that looked like a piece of beautiful jade.

They parted after a brief exchange, and he commented, "The local specialties from the snowy mountains outside the city are at their most delicious right now. Wan'er, you should eat more."

A beautiful blush rose to Su Wan'er's face.

But looking at Shen Yun, who seemed perfectly normal, it seemed that I was overthinking things.

Shen...her husband is over sixty.

The two of them ate grapes and chatted, one after the other, while Su Wan'er leaned against the bed.

"Since the Madam has bestowed blessings upon us, it is inconvenient for me to go to the inner quarters to express my gratitude. Please remember to go..."

With a flick of her wrist, she landed on the soft, white feet under the bedside table.

Su Wan'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gave Shen Yun a reproachful look.

Shen Yun did not detect any resistance in it.

Seeing this, he became much bolder.

This is my wife.

A man is a boy until he dies; at sixty-three, his heart remains unchanged, and he still loves girls who are eighteen.

Gradually, Shen Yun sensed something was amiss, but it wasn't strong.

A wave of dejection washed over me.

The downsides of practicing spiritual methods excessively in middle age become apparent, with various bodily functions declining prematurely.

Otherwise, given Shen Yun's physique, at sixty-three he would be at the level of a war god in his previous life.

I desire beautiful women, and I also desire spiritual cultivation.

To have both, you must advance to a higher level.

"I'll be taking a day off the day after tomorrow to go out and buy some pills!"

Shen Yun secretly made up his mind.

After a conversation, the two got along much better.

Shen Yun was about to go to sleep when Su Wan'er brought over a steaming wooden basin.

"Husband, soak your feet before you go to sleep."

As she spoke, she moved a small stool over, rolled up her sleeves, and revealed her fair wrists.

Shen Yun shook his head. "Wan'er, you are my wife, not a maid."

She took off her shoes and socks to indicate that she was ready.

Su Wan'er turned her face to the side, revealing her beautiful, snow-white collarbone, and asked in confusion.

"Isn't this what a wife should do?"

Shen Yun was taken aback. After being a servant and an old bachelor for so many years, he had almost forgotten.

Times have changed. In this world, it's nothing unusual for a wife to wash her husband's feet.

Beside the bed, Su Wan'er, with her black hair loose, was washing the feet of Shen Yun, who had white hair.

It's hard to imagine that this is a married couple.

The steam rising, the soft little hands, and Shen Yun felt a sense of comfort, momentarily lost in a daze.

How many years has it been since I washed my feet like this?

In the years since I transmigrated here, I have rarely relaxed or enjoyed myself; all my energy has been devoted to cultivation.

However, he hasn't achieved much in his spiritual practice yet!

Without a magic touch, all your hard work will be in vain.

In any world, it's difficult for ordinary people to get ahead.

It doesn't seem so bad to just enjoy my old age like this.

[A fairy washes your feet, your blessings increase by 1]

"What?!"

Shen Yun trembled with excitement as he looked at the light screen that had suddenly appeared before him.

Just like Fan Jin passing the imperial examination.

[“A lifetime of hardship, like that of an ox or a horse, now I find leisure to sleep among the mountains.” The host, having lived to the age of sixty-three as an ordinary person, has successfully begun his retirement... Receiving the blessings of the Great Dao, begin to enjoy life.]

how many years?

Shen Yun had been fantasizing about this scene for so many years!

From twenty-eight to sixty-three.

Thirty-five years!

Do you know how I've lived these past thirty-five years?!

"Husband, what's wrong?" Su Wan'er looked up in confusion.

Having weathered many storms over the years, Shen Yun was mature and composed, and quickly calmed down.

"It's alright, it feels so good. No one has ever washed my feet before!"

Su Wan'er raised her wrist and gently brushed a stray hair from her forehead, smiling as she said, "From now on, Wan'er will wash my husband's hair every day."

My husband is so old, what's a little foot washing every day?

[A fairy washes your feet, your blessings increase by 1]

Add a little more; it's not an illusion.

Shen Yun looked at the light screen that appeared before him.

Wan'er, who was still washing her feet, did not react, proving that only Shen Yun could see the light screen.

It seems there's no need to fight or risk your life!

Even a belated cheat code is still a cheat code...

My dear, why did it take you so long to get here!