Immortal Mystery Sequence: I Establish a Divine Duty for Heaven and Earth

Chapter 93, the Yin God Sequence, is released! Class 3 "Coroner" (to be unlocked)

Xiaopei County town, Zhou Mansion.

The courtyard, with its seven sections and gray tiles, covers a vast area and its entrance remains unchanged.

Jiang Tu stood before the familiar vermilion gate, feeling as if he had been transported to another world.

In the past, I always felt quite natural when I stepped through this door, but today I felt heavier than ever before.

Even though he sometimes had some difficulty hiding his identity and pretending to be Jiang Liu, after all, Zhou Dahu, who had been his close friend and father figure for decades, lived here!

Not long after he transmigrated to this world, he met Zhou the wealthy man.

From being a small-time farmer to becoming close friends who could drink and chat together, to betrothing his daughter to his father-in-law, and finally even becoming his grandfather!

For decades, Zhou the wealthy man had always obeyed him without question.

To outsiders, the identities of Zhou the tycoon and Jiang Tu are completely reversed, like the heavens and earth are reversed. Even if you said that Jiang Tu was actually Zhou the tycoon's father-in-law, some people would probably believe it.

There's no other reason than that Zhou, the wealthy landowner, listens to him too much.

Mr. Zhou has always been quietly supporting the couple in his own way, and he has never refused any of their requests.

They also valued Jiang Liu highly, personally teaching him. While this was partly due to the special bond between grandparents and grandchildren, it was largely out of love for the couple.

If we were to say that Zhou Ning'e is the person he trusts most in this world, then Zhou Dahu is undoubtedly the second most trusted.

Now, he is gone, and his time is drawing near.

The matter of life and death is the most painful and unavoidable thing in a person's life.

Jiang Tu had always considered himself a rational person. Sixty-odd years had passed in a flash, and he could take life and death in stride; he wasn't so sentimental.

But when the moment finally arrived, he realized how terrified he was of death and how unwilling he was to accept it. He would have been willing to accept even the slightest chance of saving Zhou Dahu's life.

At that moment, outside Zhou Da Hu's bedroom, he suddenly stopped and stood motionless.

I stood outside the door for a long time, and all was quiet, just like any other day, but everything had changed dramatically.

Beside him, Master Tong, his eyes red-rimmed, urged with a hint of anxiety, "Master Jiang, Master Jiang, don't wait any longer! My master might be about to—ah! Master Jiang, please come in quickly! We can't afford to delay even a moment now!"

He thought that Master Jiang was too old to handle such a life-or-death matter and couldn't walk anymore—he hurriedly came up to help him, but Jiang Tu waved him off.

Jiang Tu closed his eyes briefly, gritting his teeth to calm himself down.

He is an immortal being, and may have to go through countless life-and-death situations in the future, so he needs to be more open-minded!

Human life spans hundreds or thousands of years; we are all just passing through. If one lives a fulfilling life and dies a worthy death, there is no need for such unnecessary infatuation.

In the end, Zhou the landlord is just a mortal. The fact that he has lived to this day is due to the effects of the longevity pills that Zhou has given him from time to time over the years, which have forced him to stay alive until now.

He was unaware that the original destiny and fate of the wealthy Zhou had long been altered by him.

He lived more than a decade longer.

According to the original cause and effect, Zhou the tycoon should have died in his fifties, but he has now lived a full sixty years longer!

Back then, what was Emperor Jingtai all about?

Despite enjoying endless worldly riches, he only lived to be over eighty years old.

At the ripe old age of 114, Zhou the wealthy man's life has not been wasted.

boom.

He exhaled a deep breath, feeling much of the gloom in his heart dissipate, and pushed open the door to enter.

Master Tong was about to come in when he saw that the previously faintly breathing Master Zhou on the bed was showing signs of a final burst of energy, with an unhealthy flush on his face. He waved his hand and said, "Old Tong, you can go now. I have something I want to say to my son-in-law alone."

"Yes, sir."

Master Tong told them to wait outside and didn't dare to go inside.

Inside the room, all the servants were gone, leaving only the father-in-law and son-in-law.

Jiang Tu walked over and sat down, grasping the other's withered and thin hand, which was icy cold to the touch.

"My dear father-in-law, I was wondering why you hadn't visited me much this year. It turns out you were ill—why didn't you tell me beforehand? Why did you only send someone to inform me today?"

Zhou the landlord smiled and, with a forced effort, sat up with his help, saying, "I understand you so well! You are the most sentimental child, ever since you were young—it may not be obvious on the surface, but you remember the deepest feelings in your heart."

"On your wedding day, you invited all the villagers from the surrounding area to be your parents. I could tell then that half a lifetime has passed in the blink of an eye. When I think back now, it feels like a lifetime ago."

He lowered his head and took a few difficult breaths before continuing, "Over the years, I have confided in you and trusted you wholeheartedly, not only because of that unbearable past in Dajiang County, but also because I believe my eyes are not blind and I have some ability to judge people."

"In the past hundred years, of all the millions of people I've seen, not one is as good as you!"

"Father-in-law, you flatter me, I—"

Zhou Dahu waved his hand to interrupt him, as if he knew he didn't have much time left and wanted to say what was on his mind.

"If you knew I was ill and near death, you would surely try every means to seek out immortals and medicines for me, probably stuffing me with a whole bunch of longevity-enhancing elixirs. These medicines are certainly excellent and priceless, but I've had enough of them over the years!"

He suddenly winked slyly, looking as smug as a child who had stolen candy, and said, "To be honest, all those good medicines you've brought me over the years, I know they're good things, and I appreciate your kindness, but actually I've hidden a lot of them away and haven't taken them. Look—"

He pulled open a hidden compartment under the bed, and sure enough, it contained many medicine bottles, filled with the miraculous medicines that Jiang Tu had given him over the years. Roughly counting them, there were at least a thousand pills, with the bottles and jars stacked neatly.

Jiang Tu was stunned; he hadn't expected that he had unknowingly given away so many precious medicines.

Everything in between was painstakingly prepared by him using the "pinching pills" method, without any pretense or perfunctory effort. However, his father-in-law didn't eat much of it.

He shook his head and chuckled, unable to tell if it was anger or helplessness. His laughter was soon punctuated by tears, and he choked out, "Old man, why couldn't you listen to me? If you had taken all these good medicines and pills without fail, you wouldn't have died so soon—"

"Sigh, at least I can live another ten years! I should have made Master Tong watch over your food every day."

"Hahaha————" Zhou Dahu waved his hands repeatedly, as if he had gained a great advantage. "Do you think Master Tong wasn't watching me?"

"My ability to hide Tibetan medicine without taking it has become a unique skill over the decades. You wouldn't even be able to tell, let alone him!"

Jiang Tu remained silent for a moment, his emotions unsettled, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside him.

Zhou Dahu raised his hand and gently placed it on Jiang Tu's head.

That hand grew colder and colder, as if the life force within it was slowly dissipating, impossible to hold onto.

"My child—I know you mean well. It's not that I don't want to take these medicines, but I'm actually a little reluctant to. Wouldn't it be a waste for an old man like me to have such good ingredients? But this old man is still greedy after all. If I could be buried with these pills after I die, wouldn't I be able to become a ghost king in the underworld? Hahaha—"

"In this world, besides my daughter whom I've long forgotten, you're the one who's been the best to me—but all we really want in life is to be happy and carefree!"

"I've had such a wonderful son-in-law by my side throughout my life. In these past few years, we've been able to discuss scriptures and doctrines together, and talk at length about plays. I feel like I've become decades younger, and I'm living a very happy life!"

"It's good that this is the end, I have no regrets! To continue living is not good for anyone, and it would be a burden to my descendants. I don't want them to curse me as an old geezer in their hearts in the future."

Jiang Tu was already sobbing uncontrollably, unable to utter a complete sentence, pleading intermittently, "Old man, don't go, please, don't go—! Stay with me for a few more years, please?"

"No one in your descendants will blame you; they all hope you live a good life. That includes me, Jiang Liu, and Ning E!"

"I still have a way—even without this superior elixir, I still have a way! I'll give you a new body, I'll replace everything inside and out, even your heart and liver, so you can live another life as a young man, okay?!"

He didn't know if the "Rejuvenation Technique" could achieve all of this, but he wanted to give it a try.

Let's give it a try for my father-in-law.

But at this moment, as Zhou the tycoon lay dying, he was half-asleep, his eyes were cloudy, and he seemed unable to hear what he was saying.

He continued, "My child, what was my daughter's name again? I'm getting senile—something feels off—no matter how senile a person is, they shouldn't be so senile as to forget their daughter—it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be—I've let her down, I've let her down—"

Zhou the landlord's voice grew softer and softer, as if it were a flickering candle in its twilight years.

Jiang Tu quickly grabbed him and said earnestly in his ear, "Ning'e! Your daughter is named Ning'e! My wife, Zhou Ning'e! Do you remember? Back then, you came to me and told me that you wanted to be with me for life and never betray her! Her name is Ning'e!"

"You didn't let her down—no—you did a great job—child—whether as a son-in-law, a brother, or a husband—you've never let anyone down—never—I have no regrets, and you should have no regrets too—"

"Old Taishan————"

Zhou's breathing grew increasingly faint, clearly indicating that he was truly on his deathbed.

Jiang Tu was about to take out a pill to forcefully replenish his energy and prolong his life, but Zhou Dahu, with some unknown strength, held his hand down to prevent him from taking it out.

He felt a void in his heart and finally stopped struggling.

He knew that Zhou Dahou had truly died without regrets, and forcibly prolonging his life would be against the deceased's wishes.

Why be so stubbornly ignorant?

He let his hands fall limply, staring blankly as the person closest to him in his life slowly passed away before his eyes, and softly asked, "Old father-in-law, is there anything you still care about in this world? Is there anything you still wish for—?"

Zhou the wealthy man's cloudy eyes flickered: "If I were to speak of what I miss most—it's you, my child—after I die—I don't want to be buried in the Zhou family ancestral cemetery—the Zhou family line will end with me—I would be letting down my ancestors—if I were to die—"

"May I be buried in your Jiang family's grave—to accompany you and protect you from now on—that would be my wish even in death."

Jiang Tu was puzzled. Had the incense offerings ended?

How could it be over?

The wealthy Zhou family has a grandson named Jiang Liu, who is their favorite!

Why did he say all his final words on his deathbed, even mentioning Ning'e, but never think of his grandson?

Could it be that he saw through something, but just didn't say it?

"Father-in-law, it is my honor that you have this thought! I assure you, after you die, you will be reborn into my Jiang family, and I will always be by your side."

"Good—very good—very good—"

"Old man, you—"

Jiang Tu was about to speak again when Zhou Dahu grabbed his wrist and whispered in his ear.

"My child—I've always wanted to know—what it's like to awaken your innate wisdom and become an immortal farmer—you've cultivated for many years, you must have been a farmer cultivator before the strange calamity in Dajiang County—tell me—tell me, please—"

Jiang Tu was even more shocked!

He never revealed to his father that he was a Taoist cultivator.

But perhaps it is because a person is about to die that, in the end, they still see through something.

He thought he shouldn't hide it anymore and wanted to say something, but then he heard Zhou the landlord murmuring something as he lay dying.

He listened intently, only to hear that the wealthy Zhou was reciting a line from the opera "Ning E Xian," specifically the scene of the couple's farewell in the second act, a deeply moving and tear-jerking moment.

"Although I, Ning'e, am a half-immortal with a thousand years of cultivation, I cannot attain eternal life as a husband and wife, nor enjoy the blessings of heaven and earth forever. What use is this immortality to me? My wife, my husband is here. Father, Mother, your child is here."

"The child is here—"

He mumbled silently, gradually losing all his strength. His withered, pale hand slipped from his palm and remained motionless.

Zhou Shengshui passed away at the age of 114 on the summer solstice of the eighth year of the Shenglong reign.

She died in her son-in-law's arms, and died without regret.

Jiang Tu laid the old man's body flat, then immediately got up, prostrated himself on the ground, and wailed loudly, banging his head on the ground.

"Farewell, Mr. Jiang Tu—May you rest in peace, Mr. Jiang Tu!"

In the darkness, the sequence of gold trembled once more, radiating brilliant golden light. "Profession 3: Coroner (To be unlocked)"

Career progress: 00.01%

Corresponding Sequence: Yin Spirit

"Note: Unknown"

"Ability: Unknown"

The coroner is the ninth rank in the Yin God sequence.

The boundary between the living and the dead became blurred at this moment, seemingly indistinct. Jiang Tu, overwhelmed with grief, disregarded all this and simply prostrated himself on the ground, weeping bitterly. The decades and the past with the wealthy Zhou family vanished like smoke in the wind.

Human life and death, joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, are just like the grand drama of life that will eventually come to an end; there is no banquet that does not end.

This play, titled "Zhou Shengshui," has come to an end today.