Immortality and Cultivation: I can extract entries from all things.

Several days later, at dawn.

Fang He squatted by the edge of the spiritual field to check the growth of the medicinal herbs, his trouser legs getting wet from the dew.

The cool morning breeze of early summer ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

In the days since Old Man Lin left, he often stands on the edge of the field, lost in thought.

The two elderly people passed away one after the other, and one less familiar face on the island.

That's how unpredictable life is.

As he was thinking, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Master Fang Dan!"

Su Yun'er ran quickly from the direction of the pharmacy, her face pale and panting.

Fang He stood up, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"What's wrong?"

"Master Wu...Master Wu, he..."

Su Yun'er's voice trembled, and her eyes reddened, "I can't take it anymore!"

Fang He was stunned for a moment.

Wu Danshi's health had been poor for the past few months, and he had been mentally prepared for it.

But when the moment actually arrived, my chest still felt like it was blocked by something, making me feel suffocated.

When I visited the old man a few days ago, he was able to sit up and talk. Although he was weak, he was still lucid.

How could things have deteriorated so quickly?

Without thinking twice, he ran straight to the pharmacy.

"Quick, take me there!"

---

Wu Danshi lived in a small house in the backyard of the pharmacy.

Fang He pushed open the door and entered, a strong smell of medicine wafted towards her.

The old man lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling very slowly.

Fang He walked to the bedside.

Wu Danshi was emaciated, with deep wrinkles on his face and sallow skin.

This is the sign of exhaustion, like a lamp running out of oil; one's lifespan is over, and even a deity cannot save them.

Su Yun'er followed behind, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, not daring to get close.

Her eyes were red and swollen, clearly she had been crying.

"Master Wu..." she whispered, her voice trembling with tears.

Wu Danshi's eyelids trembled slightly.

As if he had heard something, he slowly opened his eyes.

His murky gaze swept over the two of them, finally settling on Fang He's face.

The old man's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't.

"They're here..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, as if it were being squeezed out with difficulty from deep in his throat.

Fang He knelt on one knee by the bed and held the old man's cold hand.

"I am here, Master Wu Dan."

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Three months ago, the old man entrusted this pharmacy and Su Yun'er to him. At that time, although he was already seriously ill, his spirits were still good.

now……

Wu Danshi laboriously raised his other hand, pointing tremblingly at Su Yun'er, then at Fang He.

"Yun'er... give her to young friend Fang..."

He took a few breaths, his eyelids heavy, as if even opening his eyes would take all his strength.

"I... rest assured..."

Fang He looked into the old man's cloudy eyes and felt a pang of sadness.

For the past three months, although Master Wu was bedridden, he often had people help him sit up, watching Su Yun'er busy herself with him, a smile on his lips.

The old man treated Su Yun'er with the same affection he would show to his own younger family member.

Now that his time is almost up, his biggest worry is still this child.

Fang He nodded solemnly, his voice low.

"Don't worry, Master Wu, I will take good care of Su Yun'er."

"As long as I have something to eat, I will never let her go hungry."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Master Wu's eyes.

He looked at Su Yun'er again, his gaze gentle, carrying a hint of reluctance and a sense of relief.

"Yun'er...be good..."

Su Yun'er could no longer hold back and rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down her face.

"Master Wu! Don't go! Don't leave me!"

She cried so hard that her whole body trembled and her voice became distorted.

Wu Danshi reached out with difficulty and touched her hair.

"Silly child...everyone has to go through this day eventually..."

The old man's lips curled up slightly as he slowly closed his eyes.

"I... am leaving..."

His breathing gradually calmed down.

Fang He stared at the old man's chest.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

It's getting slower and slower.

It's getting lighter and lighter.

It finally stopped.

He checked the old man's breath and then touched his wrist.

There is no pulse.

Fang He remained silent for a long time before slowly standing up and taking a deep breath.

"Master Wu Dan has passed away."

The voice was very soft, yet it felt like a stone pressing on my heart.

Su Yun'er lay by the bedside, her shoulders trembling violently, but she couldn't cry out.

She couldn't believe it.

Just a few days ago, he could still speak; he could still call her name; he could still...

Fang He walked over and gently pressed her shoulder.

"Cry."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Yun'er finally couldn't hold back and broke down in tears, leaning over the edge of the bed.

The crying had been suppressed for too long; it was heart-wrenching.

Fang He stood to the side, silent.

He looked at the old man on the bed.

The old man had a peaceful expression, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his lips.

It was as if a burden had finally been lifted.

Walk with peace of mind.

---

That afternoon.

The front hall of the pharmacy was set up as a mourning hall.

White cloth hung from the beams, incense and candles burned, and wisps of smoke rose. Master Wu's body had been cleaned, dressed in new clothes, and lay supine in the coffin.

A portrait of the old man was placed in front of the coffin.

The old man in the painting has a kind face and gentle eyes, just like he did when he was alive.

Su Yun'er, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt before the altar, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Fang He stood to the side, his expression solemn.

After the news spread, people who knew each other in the market came one after another.

On behalf of the Zhou family, Steward Zhou delivered the funeral gifts: white flowers, incense, candles, and ten spirit stones.

He stepped forward, offered incense, and bowed towards the coffin.

"Master Wu Dan was an old man from the market. He passed away peacefully, which is a blessing."

Fang He cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Steward Zhou."

Manager Zhou glanced at him, his expression complex.

"Master Fang is so young, yet he's managed to run this pharmacy; that's no small feat. Keep up the good work."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Captain Chen also arrived.

He brought a jar of fine wine, placed it before the altar, and silently lit three sticks of incense.

"Old Wu's life has been tough," he said softly to Fang He. "From now on, you two will walk your own path."

Fang He nodded: "Thank you, Captain Chen."

Captain Chen patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and strode away.

Familiar independent practitioners and customers came one after another.

Some of Master Wu's old customers had tears in their eyes after offering incense; some were wandering cultivators who had received his kindness before, bowed silently and turned to leave; and there were also residents of the market who had never met him before but came to see him off.

They bowed silently, offered incense, and uttered a few brief eulogies.

"Master Wu Dan is a good person."

"Farewell, may you be reborn into a better family in your next life."

"Sigh, another one's gone."

Fang He and Su Yun'er knelt before the altar and expressed their gratitude one by one.

There was no wailing or lamentation, no lengthy ceremonies.

This is how farewells are observed among independent cultivators.

---

As evening approached, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Fang He saw off the last group of guests and turned back to the mourning hall.

Su Yun'er remained kneeling on the spot, motionless.

He walked over and squatted down.

"Yun'er, get up. It's time to rest."

Su Yun'er shook her head, her voice hoarse: "Kneel a little longer."

Fang He remained silent for a moment.

He knelt down beside her, keeping her company.

Inside the mourning hall, candlelight flickered and cigarette smoke wafted. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and a night breeze blew in, carrying a slight chill.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yun'er spoke softly.

"Master Fang, Master Wu... he's really gone."

"Um."

"I will never see him again."

Her voice was soft and trembling.

Fang He was silent for a moment, then said softly, "He will always be watching you."

Su Yun'er raised her head, her red and swollen eyes looking at him.

"Really?"

"real."

He looked at the portrait of the old man, lost in thought.

Master Wu entrusted Su Yun'er to him, gave him the pharmacy, and passed on his unique elixir formula to him.

This trust is as heavy as a mountain.

He will definitely take good care of Su Yun'er and run the pharmacy well.

We will live up to your expectations.

Su Yun'er lowered her head, and tears welled up again.

"He said... he's entrusting me to you." Her voice choked with emotion. "He said he wouldn't worry..."

Fang He nodded: "He's right. If you come with me, I won't let you go hungry."

Su Yun'er was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Um."

The next morning.

Fang He arrived at the pharmacy early and began to take stock of the belongings left behind by Master Wu Dan.

Medicinal herbs, prescriptions, and alchemical equipment were all registered and cataloged.

The medicinal herbs are categorized into common spiritual herbs and precious raw materials, with a total value of about thirty spirit stones. Although the alchemy equipment is old, it can be used for several more years if properly maintained.

Su Yun'er helped tidy up from the side.

"Master Fang, there is a letter here."

Fang He took the envelope, opened it, and read it.

The letter was written by Wu Danshi himself, and the handwriting was somewhat trembling, clearly indicating that he was struggling to write while ill.

To my dear friend Fang:

As my time draws to a close, I entrust many matters to you.

This pharmacy may be small, but it represents the culmination of my life's work. I hope you will manage it well and not disgrace this craft.

Yun'er is a pitiful child; I hope you will take good care of her. Although she is young, she is clever and diligent, and given time, she will surely become a good helper to you.

Enclosed is a unique elixir formula. This formula is my own creation and has never been shown to anyone before. I now entrust it to you, hoping you will study it carefully and live up to its potential.

At the end of the letter was a line of smaller print:

"I have no regrets in this life."

Fang He stared at the words for a long time without saying a word.

He folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

The unique recipe was also on the table. It was a yellowed piece of paper with worn edges, covered with densely written instructions on the proportions of medicinal ingredients, the control of heat, and the key points of refining.

Fang He carefully put away the prescription and stood up.

Master Wu Dan was a good person in his life.

He traveled all over the country in his youth, and only settled down on Qing'ao Island in middle age.

Without a teacher or background, he relied entirely on his own hard work and made a name for himself.

In his later years, his health deteriorated, and he had almost spent all his spirit stones.

If I hadn't met him, I probably wouldn't even have had the money to buy medicine.

Even so, the old man was still worried about Su Yun'er before he passed away, and was still thinking about passing on all the knowledge he had learned in his life.

Fang He looked at the empty pharmacy and sighed with emotion.

He walked behind the counter and rolled up his sleeves.

From now on, this pharmacy belongs to him.

Su Yun'er stood beside him and asked softly, "Master Fang, what... should we do next?"

Fang He looked out the window.

He recalled his experiences over the past few months.

Master Wu taught him alchemy, and Old Man Lin instructed him on spiritual plants. Now, both old men have passed away, leaving him alone.

But life must go on.

The pharmacy needs to be run, the spiritual fields need to be tended, and cultivation cannot be neglected.

Relying solely on alchemy provides a stable income, but growth is limited.

He recalled the news he had heard a few days ago.

The Zhou family is recruiting independent cultivators to help set up defensive formations.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Su Yun'er asked again.

"What are you thinking about?"

Fang He came to her senses and smiled faintly.

"I'm thinking..." he paused, "...whether I should learn something else."