This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Unbeknownst to the boy, the sword light that had seemingly disappeared returned silently to its original spot after he left.

Wang Jingshu watched the boy walk away calmly, unmoved by his angry words.

She had heard those words far too many times.

When people feel powerless and fall into despair, this is the only way they can vent their frustrations.

However, what people do not understand is that in the eyes of God, all living beings are no different.

So-called evil people and good people are just people, tiny specks of dust.

Heaven will not deliberately punish an evil person, nor will it deliberately reward a good person.

Everything has a cause and effect.

The law of cause and effect dictates that whatever you gain, you will also lose.

This applies to both wicked and virtuous people.

However, besides the wicked and the virtuous, there is another type of person in this world: those who cultivate themselves.

Cultivate virtue, uphold righteousness, purify the world, and eliminate evil.

If it were just a calamity for the young boy and his family, Wang Jingshu's talisman would be enough.

But since the Hidden Sword Manor mentioned by the boy has already caused havoc in the area, it is no longer just an ordinary villain, but a disease in this world that needs to be cleansed.

However, Wang Jingshu would not stand up to help the boy so directly, nor would she directly attack the Hidden Sword Manor and destroy it with a single sword strike.

She needs to look around more.

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The boy returned to Yongxing Town, crossed the main street, and arrived at a cluster of low and crowded houses on the east side of the town.

After navigating through winding alleys, we finally stopped in front of a cramped and dilapidated thatched hut.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard coughing coming from inside the hut.

The boy quickly opened the door and went inside.

"Father...I'm back..."

The room was extremely simple, with no tables, chairs, or beds.

In the northwest corner of the room, there was only a thick layer of withered grass on the ground, and on the grass was a tattered mat. An old man with gray hair and a withered face was lying on the mat.

Seeing the boy return, the old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, propped himself up halfway, and said, panting:

"Feng'er, have you... encountered any danger? Are you injured?"

The boy closed the door, quickly walked to the mat, knelt down, and rubbed the old man's chest.

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm fine."

At this point, the boy glanced back at the doorway before lowering his voice and saying:

"Father, I found a medicinal herb, but that's not the key point."

"Guess what I encountered?"

The old man's eyes showed no joy at the news that the young man had found the medicinal herb; instead, they were filled with heartache.

Everyone knows that rare herbs are precious, but how many people dare to collect them?

Most rare medicinal herbs are guarded by exotic beasts, and ordinary people, lacking sufficient strength, would be risking their lives to obtain them.

Fortunately, the youngest child was unharmed.

To avoid worrying his son, the old man forced a smile and said in a relaxed manner:

"What good thing happened to my son?"

The boy exclaimed excitedly:

"Father, I met an immortal today..."

The old man was taken aback upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Then he smiled and said:

"So amazing? Feng'er actually has a connection to the immortals..."

The boy wasn't stupid; he could tell at a glance that his father didn't believe him.

"Father, I really met an immortal."

"I was chased by a strange beast after I found the medicinal herb, but a celestial being saved me."

"The immortal not only saved me, but also carried me out of the mountains and brought me back safely."

Seeing that the boy spoke with such conviction, the old man couldn't help but be somewhat skeptical.

"Oh, right, Father, the immortal also gave me a talisman. He said that if I burn the talisman, dissolve it in water, and have you drink it, all your illnesses will be cured..."

As he spoke, the young man took out the Rejuvenation Talisman from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the talisman and looked at the dense runes on it, feeling a sense of awe and wonder.

Looking at the magic seal rune at the base of the talisman, he murmured softly:

"An edict from Daoist Jinghong?"

"Sounds like a title..."

The old man returned the talisman to the boy, his eyes filled with doubt and surprise.

"Could it be that my son has truly encountered an immortal?"

The boy laughed excitedly:

"Really, I'm lying. That fairy was amazing, and...so beautiful..."

Recalling Wang Jingshu's appearance, the young man couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

But the boy felt a pang of loss when he recalled Wang Jingshu's cold departure.

"Father, I'll go burn this talisman and turn it into water for you to drink."

"Since it was bestowed by an immortal, it must be useful. Father, you wait and see."

After saying that, the boy hurriedly went to find a flint to start a fire and fetched a bowl of water.

The boy lit the talisman and suspended it above the clear water.

Flames ignited, and the ashes drifted and fell into the water.

The boy was surprised to find that the flames when the talisman burned were not hot, but rather warm and comfortable.

The talisman burned out completely, and all the ashes dissolved in the water.

Even more miraculously, the water did not become murky or turn black after the ashes fell into it.

The clear water in the bowl even emitted a faint, soft glow, and a delicate fragrance wafted through the room. The boy only took a whiff, and he felt all his fatigue vanish, leaving him feeling incredibly refreshed.

"It truly is a divine object, so wondrous..."

The boy looked delighted.

"Father, drink it quickly, and your injury will definitely be healed."

The boy brought the bowl to the old man and helped him up.

The old man looked at the clear water in the bowl with some hesitation, after all, no one knew whether it was safe to drink.

But seeing his son's expectant expression, he couldn't bear to refuse.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Forget it, if it's poisonous, let it kill this burden of mine, and I won't be a drag on my son anymore."

With that thought in mind, the old man no longer hesitated, picked up the bowl, and drank all the water in it in one gulp.

After the old man drank the talisman water, the boy asked expectantly:

"Father, how are you? Are you feeling any better?"

The old man chuckled and said:

"It can't be that fast, even if it were..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's expression suddenly changed.

His face turned red and blue alternately, and in no time his forehead was covered in sweat.

The boy was startled.

"Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

The old man didn't speak, or rather, he couldn't speak at all.

Suddenly, the old man's chest began to heave violently, and his face turned red and then purple.

He then shoved the boy away and turned away to vomit.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with chunks of unknown substances and a foul stench.

The boy was terrified.

"Father, Father... what's wrong? Don't scare me..."

The old man waved his hand, wiped the grime from the corner of his mouth, and said with a hint of excitement in his eyes:

"Father is alright, not only is he alright, Father feels... my injuries seem to have healed..."