Supreme Wild Immortal

"Little miracle doctor, you're finally back!"

When Chen Feng strode in from outside, Yang Yu, who was sitting in the living room, immediately stood up upon hearing the noise, his face filled with joy.

"Yes, thanks to the thousand-year-old elixir that your family sent overnight from the capital, I was able to break through successfully in one go."

Chen Feng nodded with a smile and said the words.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

"Grandpa and I waited for you at the villa all day today, so it wasn't a wasted wait."

Yang Yu's face lit up with joy, and he quickly stood up and said:

"Grandpa, didn't you say you were going to meet that person? It's still early, why don't we set off now?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Let's hurry up and go, we can even invite him to go out for a big meal together!"

Upon hearing this, Old Master Yang stood up with a beaming smile, repeatedly saying, "Little miracle doctor, if you don't have anything else to do, why don't you come with us? You saved my life, and I haven't properly thanked you yet!"

"Okay, no problem!"

Chen Feng knew that this was a rhetoric deliberately set up by Yang Yu to get the old man to include him without seeming abrupt, so he readily agreed.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them walked out of the villa, got into the luxury car, and sped off towards the rather dilapidated old town of Yuncheng.

On the road.

The old man sat in the back row, next to Chen Feng, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Young miracle doctor, I haven't yet asked for your name. Could you perhaps let me know a little about you?"

"My surname is Chen and my given name is Feng. I used to be an attending physician at the First People's Hospital, but I have now resigned and am preparing to open a more traditional Chinese medicine clinic."

Chen Feng remained calm and spoke softly.

Judging from his composed and generous demeanor, he was clearly not at all reserved. Even though the other party was an old man from a prominent family in the capital, he showed no fear whatsoever.

"Oh? You're planning to start your own traditional Chinese medicine clinic?"

Upon hearing this, the old man was somewhat surprised and said:

"I didn't expect you to have such big ambitions at such a young age. Being a boss is great. Whether it's the speed of making money or the degree of freedom, it's much better than working a regular job."

"Yes, I recognized the importance of starting my own business, which is why I chose to resign and work on my own."

Chen Feng nodded with a faint smile.

But then the old man abruptly changed the subject, asking, "I've heard you're also a person who cultivates the mind and nourishes the Tao. May I ask which school or lineage you follow?"

"I have no master, nor do I belong to any sect or faction. I just received some inheritance when I was a child, which is why I have come to where I am today step by step."

Chen Feng concocted a white lie and said the following.

In fact, he had thought about how to introduce his traditional medical skills and techniques in the future. He couldn't just reveal all the secrets in the jade pendant, could he?

So after much thought, he came up with a story about encountering a wandering Taoist priest when he was a child and receiving some of his teachings, which he has continued to use ever since.

"Oh, it seems you've had some kind of extraordinary adventure too."

Upon hearing this, the old man's face was filled with envy. Unfortunately, he was already too old, and even if he received some cultivation inheritance, he would not be able to even begin to cultivate.

So the topic of their casual conversation quickly veered to their destination.

"Sigh, my eldest son is a real scoundrel. More than 20 years ago, he met a woman in Yuncheng, but after only a few years, he dumped her."

"Now, I have found out where this woman is. I learned that she passed away many years ago, leaving behind a lonely little child who has grown up alone. He should be about your age now."

"My main reason for returning to Yuncheng this time was to help this child reunite with his ancestors and return to my Yang family in the capital. But I don't know if he even wants to go back. It's so pitiful..."

The old man sitting next to Chen Feng was talking incessantly, his heart filled with sorrow.

Although he came from a wealthy family with a very powerful background, he still felt helpless and at a loss when faced with such complicated family problems.

But Chen Feng had already understood.

No wonder this ruthless and evil sorcerer was determined to destroy the Yang family; it turns out that the mother and son had been abandoned for so many years, which was truly tragic.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng said with a relieved expression, "Grandpa, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will definitely help you bring him back to the Yang family in the capital."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's face lit up with excitement as he said, "Chen Feng, if you can really help me bring him back, I'll definitely give you a big gift!"

"I'll do my best!"

Chen Feng nodded with a smile, but didn't say anything more.

The main reason was that he had already received a priceless thousand-year-old medicinal herb, which he considered as payment for dealing with this trouble.

So just listen to what the old man says; he can't afford to ruin his good reputation for a little bit of profit.

Seeing this, Yang Yu, who was driving, said repeatedly, "Grandpa, you're right. With the little miracle doctor here, our trip will definitely go very smoothly!"

"I hope so!"

"I wonder what this child is really thinking. If he could come back to the Yang family in the capital with us, I would definitely spoil him rotten!"

The old man sighed and said this.

Chen Feng muttered to himself:

"Spoil him? It's probably too late now!"

"This kid is now single-mindedly focused on taking revenge on the entire Yang family; he's not willing to let even an eighty-year-old man off easily!"

But he could only say these things to himself; he could never actually tell the old man.

Firstly, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle the shock if he heard it.

Secondly, I was afraid that after hearing this, he would feel even more conflicted and pained.

It's better to say nothing; that would be much quieter.

Half an hour later.

The three of them drove to a dilapidated urban village and finally stopped in front of a run-down self-built house.

A young man with a delicate face and a cold gaze was standing at the window of a second-floor room, looking down at Chen Feng and his two companions.

"Yang Xiao, we're here again! Open the door!"

With tears streaming down his face, the old man climbed the stairs, saying repeatedly as he went up to the second floor.

Judging from his pained expression, he was clearly filled with remorse and wanted nothing more than to give his eldest grandson, who was living a life of wandering, all the love he had missed.

"Heh, old man, I never expected you to be so lucky. You were poisoned by my extreme cold, yet you're still alive..."

Upon seeing this, the androgynous young man sneered inwardly, then left through the window and opened his own door.