The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

March 28, light rain.

"General."

Inside the park, Chen Xuan gently moved a chess piece forward, thus securing a decisive victory in the game.

The group of old men immediately groaned, scratching their heads and cheeks. After reviewing the game, they argued heatedly about their previous mistakes.

"Give me the money, give me the money."

Chen Xuan spread his hands and began to collect the money.

Winning at chess against the old man every day has become a great pleasure in his life.

He didn't win much money, earning only a hundred or so a day was more than enough. You could say that his living expenses after waking up were sponsored by these old men.

These old men may argue, but they have quite good sportsmanship. They always insist on paying, and then continue to review the game and argue afterward.

"By the way, where has Grandpa Liu been these past few days?" Chen Xuan put away the money and glanced at the park.

"Sigh, don't even mention it. His granddaughter is such a worry; she's been out of contact for half a month."

"The Liu family is searching everywhere for someone, and they're extremely busy and stressed."

"That Liu Lili is a real jerk. Old Liu scrimped and saved to send her abroad to study, and after she came back, she argued with her family every day."

"I've seen her come out of bars several times before, arm in arm with different men..."

"Hey, Chen Xuan, you're leaving so soon?" A group of old men were complaining when they realized that Chen Xuan had already left.

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain and take a look."

Chen Xuan waved his hand and walked towards Qingcheng Mountain. He had no interest in hearing about Liu Lili's affairs.

Qingcheng Mountain is located in the suburbs. There are several villages at the foot of the mountain. The villagers are very simple and honest. They cultivate farmland and live a pastoral life, growing vegetables and raising chickens.

"Chen Xuan, up for a hike again?"

As they walked along the country path, the villagers, with a natural goodwill towards the ethereal Chen Xuan, greeted him warmly.

"Yes, Aunt Pan, are you digging sweet potatoes?"

"Come on, take a few more bags. I know you love roasted sweet potatoes." Without saying a word, Aunt Pan stuffed sweet potatoes into Chen Xuan's hands.

"My cucumbers aren't bad either, Chen Xuan. You accepted Aunt Pan's sweet potatoes, so you have to accept my cucumbers. You can't look down on me."

This attempt to stuff things in caused a problem.

Several villagers nearby also offered gifts, which were hard to refuse.

In no time, Chen Xuan had collected two large baskets of eggs, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, and a lot of vegetables.

"You've stuffed so much food into my mouth, I can't possibly eat it all!" Chen Xuan said, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Take this, child. Your master was a good man. He often came down the mountain to treat us for free when he was alive."

Aunt Pan said warmly, "Now that he has passed away, you still have a large group of junior brothers and sisters to support. Our abilities are limited, so this is just a token of our appreciation."

Chen Xuan was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that this was the reason for these people's enthusiasm.

Thank you everyone.

Chen Xuan thanked everyone, picked up the two large baskets of things, and continued walking up the mountain.

He didn't explain how capable he was, nor did he say anything like "don't bother."

For these people, gods, demons, and monsters are too distant; they are far less important than the land beneath their feet, where the weather is favorable and the harvest is plentiful.

What he needs to do is actually very simple: protect the peace of this place.

"These are mere trifles, meant for casual conversation; no one knows I am a true immortal."

"A fairy's home, filled with heavenly fragrance; a zither, a sword, and a cup of tea."

Sitting on a giant rock atop the mountain, Chen Xuan brewed and drank tea, watching the Taoist temple under construction below.

He entrusted the construction of the Taoist temple entirely to Wang Baole.

I just come online every now and then to check on the progress and enjoy watching the clouds rise and fall.

"Seeing how diligently you're working, I can't very well slack off."

Chen Xuan raised his hand, pinched two fingers together slightly, and it seemed as if he could lift the clouds on the mountainside and take them wherever he wanted.

In just a moment, the position of each cloud layer was changed, subtly conforming to the principles of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, forming a mysterious array.

The mountain breeze became gentle, carrying with it a spiritual energy that nourished the entire mountain.

The falling raindrops are clear and transparent, hitting the cliffs and forests, slowly nourishing them.

Over time, Qingcheng Mountain will truly become a sacred mountain.

Even if one only goes up the mountain occasionally, the spiritual energy here will quietly nourish them, prolonging their lifespan and making them healthy.

……

……

Traffic flowed back and forth, and the noise of people was constant.

"I never imagined that the secular world would be so prosperous, not as backward as we had imagined."

A group of people arrived on the streets of Qingcheng.

They strolled leisurely through the streets, their demeanor completely out of place amidst the bustling crowds around them.

The leader was dressed in brocade robes, with an upright posture, a composed demeanor, and a faint air of arrogance between his brows and eyes.

"It's really good."

Behind him followed several clansmen, their eyes scanning their surroundings.

They lived in seclusion in the deep mountains for five hundred years, remaining aloof from the world and rarely venturing into the mortal realm to avoid being tainted by worldly corruption.

One of the men, who appeared to be a butler, shook his head slightly. "Now that spiritual energy is recovering, if there isn't a strong force to maintain it, this prosperity will soon disappear."

"That's true."

The person addressed as the young master nodded slightly, speaking in a light tone, "The family sent us out this time to find out the situation of the modern government so that we can make subsequent judgments."

If it is weak and vulnerable, then discard it decisively.

Subsequently, based on the foundation accumulated by the family over many years, they gradually made their plans in this era of great strife.

"Young Master, according to the rules, we must report to Lingxiao's people as soon as we enter the city," the steward said in a low voice.

"No rush, let's take a look first and let them wait."

"We are a reclusive family after all. If we rush to report our operations, it will make us look weak."

Xu Jingchen smiled calmly, exuding confidence.

The Xu family is not one of those ordinary families in the secular world; they are a reclusive family of cultivators.

The clan's supreme elder is five hundred years old and is about to break through to the Golden Core stage, making him an equal to the four pillars of the clan.

As they strolled around having fun, a woman's voice came from not far away, attracting their attention.

"Grandma, I want ten glutinous rice cakes, the kind covered in sugar frosting."

Lu Yao was returning from grocery shopping when she passed a stall. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately stopped.

When I was a child, my biggest wish when I followed my master down the mountain was to be able to eat a glutinous rice cake like this.

Back then, I often fought with Chen Xuan for food, always comparing and trying to pick the biggest one.

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away."

The stall owner smiled at Lu Yao and started packing the glutinous rice cakes into bags. Lu Yao licked her lips, looking a little impatient.

I've been training too hard lately, so I'm giving one to each of the seven little ones as a reward.

"Young Master, what's wrong with this woman?"

The butler noticed that Xu Jingchen's expression was off and asked him in a low voice.

At this moment, Xu Jingchen's gaze was fixed on Lu Yao, unable to look away for a moment. He almost cried out with barely suppressed excitement:

"A celestial spiritual root combined with a divine palace and sea of ​​consciousness—such talent exists in the mortal world!"