The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Moonhen ran over and rubbed against her feet.

She bent down, picked up Yuehen, and kissed her: "Little Yue, my grandpa's all better! I'll take you to see him later!"

Yuehen was stunned by her kiss, but still licked her face in return.

Chen Siyao opened her phone, glanced at the trending topics, and gasped.

"Bro, you're trending again. Number one."

Chen Hao leaned back on the sofa, eyes closed, and said, "Mmm."

Chen Siyao pouted, but she was already used to it.

Yang Wanqing leaned over to look at the phone and suddenly exclaimed "Ah!"

"What's wrong?"

"So many people are asking about my grandfather's condition," Yang Wanqing said, scrolling through the comments section. "And so many people want to see you for medical treatment."

Chen Hao opened his eyes: "I won't look."

"Why?" Yang Wanqing was taken aback.

"I'm exhausted after treating just one person, wouldn't I be dead from exhaustion if I treated ten?" Chen Hao said calmly. "Besides, medicine is not given lightly, and the secrets of medicine are not easily passed on. Not everyone has the opportunity to receive it."

Chen Siyao nodded, recalling what he had said earlier: "That's true, you're not a doctor."

Yang Wanqing understood and stopped asking questions.

She looked down and sent her grandfather a message: "Grandpa, I'm home. Get some rest, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Yang Weiguo replied immediately: "Okay, get some rest. Thank Chen Hao for me."

Yang Wanqing handed her phone to Chen Hao to look at.

Chen Hao glanced at it and smiled, "Tell Grandpa Yang to take good care of himself. I'll go see him in a few days."

Yang Wanqing nodded vigorously.

At 10 p.m., Chen Siyao started a live stream.

Millions of people flooded into the live stream instantly, and the number is still rising rapidly.

[I am Ying Zheng: Yao Yao! Where is Master Chen? We want to see Master Chen!]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: Today's incantation ritual was amazing! I watched the replay ten times!]

[Dongmen Chuixue: Master Chen, could you explain the principles of Zhuyou magic?]

Chen Siyao turned her phone towards Chen Hao: "Brother, the viewers want to hear you talk about incantation therapy."

Chen Hao was drinking tea when he heard this, so he put down his teacup and looked at the camera.

"The principle of Zhuyou magic is actually very simple."

[I am Ying Zheng: Simple? How is it simple?]

Chen Hao continued, "Between heaven and earth, there is an energy called 'Qi'. Qi is everywhere, but ordinary people cannot perceive it. The core of Zhuyou technique is to use specific syllables and intentions to mobilize the Qi of heaven and earth to repair damage to the human body."

[Dongmen Chuixue: Then why doesn't anyone know how to do it anymore?]

"Because of the depletion of spiritual energy," Chen Hao said calmly. "In ancient times, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, and everyone had the ability to sense Qi."

Back then, the art of incantation was as widespread as first aid knowledge is today. Later, as spiritual energy became increasingly scarce, the ability to sense Qi deteriorated, and the art of incantation gradually disappeared.

[Wuhan Hot Dry Noodles: How did you learn that, Master Chen?]

Chen Hao glanced at the screen but didn't say anything.

The viewers in the live chat instantly understood—they were survivors from ancient times, of course they could do that.

[Good Guy Card: How did Master Chen heal those without spiritual energy?]

[Mystical Expert: Is it possible that a Taoist priest possesses spiritual energy?]

[I am Qin Shi Huang: Everyone in ancient times knew this, now only Master Chen knows it. This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: So Master Chen is a living fossil, and an all-around one at that.]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: Master Chen, what diseases can the Zhuyou technique cure? Can it cure all diseases?]

Chen Hao thought for a moment: "Theoretically, all diseases caused by an imbalance of Qi can be treated with incantation therapy. But external injuries and fractures still require surgical intervention."

[Ling Hainan, Medical School: So cancer can be cured? Then wouldn't that mean...?]

"Cancer is a severe imbalance of Qi," Chen Hao interrupted him. "It can be cured, but it consumes a lot of Qi. I need to rest for several days to cure one person."

[I am Ying Zheng: I understand. So it's not that Master Chen is incapable of curing, it's that he can't be cured casually.]

Chen Hao nodded.

In the live stream, the chat was flooded with comments again.

Some people asked if they could become apprentices to learn the art of incantation, some asked if they could register for medical appointments, and some even asked if Master Chen could open a hospital.

Chen Hao did not answer any of the questions.

Chen Siyao came to her brother's rescue: "Family, my brother isn't a doctor, nor does he run a hospital. He was able to cure Grandpa Yang because of fate. When the time is right, he can naturally cure him. If the time isn't right, forcing it won't help."

[The air conditioner broke down: This is true; the Tao is not easily passed on, and the Dharma is not bestowed without reason. That Master Chen was able to intervene even once is already an immense stroke of luck.]

[Dongmen Chuixue: In the late Qing Dynasty, it was truly a blessing for your grandfather to meet Master Chen.]

Yang Wanqing appeared on camera, her eyes reddening again: "I know. That's why I'll be grateful to Brother Chen Hao for the rest of my life."

Chen Hao glanced at her and sighed helplessly.

"Alright. Stop with the polite talk, even Yuehen can't stand it anymore."

Yuehen lay on Yang Wanqing's lap, raised her head, and looked at her with an innocent expression.

Yang Wanqing was amused and wiped away her tears: "I won't cry anymore."

The chat room erupted with activity once again.

[Opening Reckless Search: Moon Mark: I didn't do anything, why are you blaming me?]

[Master of Metaphysics: Moon Mark: I'm just a bystander, don't mention me.]

[Dongmen Chuixue: Yuehen: Watching these humans cry and laugh every day, I'm so tired.]

Chen Siyao looked at the comments and laughed out loud.

The next afternoon, sunlight streamed into the living room through the French windows. Chen Siyao had gone to school, and Yang Wanqing had gone to the hospital to visit her grandfather. Chen Hao sat alone on the sofa, holding the ancient version of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas," while Yuehen dozed off at his feet.

Doorbell rang.

Chen Hao put down his book and went to open the door. Standing outside was Song Xinxue, wearing a light gray property management uniform, her hair tied in a low ponytail, and carrying an exquisite fruit basket.

"Mr. Chen, the property management is delivering some seasonal fruit to the residents." She smiled slightly and handed over the fruit basket.

Chen Hao took it and stepped aside, saying, "Come in and sit down."

Song Xinxue hesitated for a moment before walking into the living room. It wasn't her first time here, but every time she entered this home, she felt something was different. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was different, but the air felt exceptionally fresh, the lighting incredibly soft, and it made her feel completely relaxed.

"Where are Yao Yao and Wan Qing?" she asked casually as she sat on the sofa.

"He went to school, or to the hospital."

"So you're home alone?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized something was off and quickly added, "I mean... it's quite peaceful being alone."

Chen Hao poured her a cup of tea and nodded, "It's alright."

Song Xinxue picked up her teacup and took a sip, her gaze unconsciously falling on the coffee table. Next to the fruit plate were several bright red fruits, about the size of longans, with a faint sheen on their skin, and a sweet fragrance that wafted up when you got close.

"What kind of fruit is this? It smells so good." She picked one up curiously.

Chen Hao glanced at it: "Red Dust Fruit."

"Red Dust Fruit?" Song Xinxue was taken aback. "The Red Dust Fruit that appeared in Yao Yao's live stream?"

"Yes."

Song Xinxue asked expectantly, "Can I try one?"

"Eat what you want, it's nothing special."

Song Xinxue took a bite. In that instant, her eyes widened suddenly. The peel was as thin as a layer of morning mist, melting on the tip of her tongue with the slightest touch.

The juice didn't gush out, but slowly seeped out, like a drop of melting amber spreading on the tip of the tongue. Warm? No, not warm, but an indescribable, just-right temperature.

She opened her eyes, somewhat embarrassed, and wiped her mouth: "This fruit... is amazing."

Chen Hao said calmly, "Everyone tastes it differently."

Song Xinxue was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"The fruit of the mortal world has no fixed form; a thousand people eat it, and a thousand different flavors are experienced. What flavor have you tasted?"