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

On April 30th, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

"Chen Xuan, I'm begging you, just tell me a little bit."

Inside the park, Old Xu, with a pained expression, followed Chen Xuan around like a shadow, constantly muttering to himself.

Ever since the day he saw An Changmin come to pick up Chen Xuan, he has been unable to sleep day or night, and he can't figure out why.

Thinking back on all the time he had spent with Chen Xuan, he hadn't realized that there was anything special about the kid.

As for background, there was none to be seen. Their food, clothing, and daily necessities were no different from those of ordinary people. They had no airs of authority whatsoever and were completely unpretentious.

As for wealth... forget it, this kid comes here to bully old men every day, he doesn't look rich at all.

and so.

Why?

Why does Prefect An show him such reverence?

They even went so far as to personally open the car door for him; this is no ordinary treatment.

"To be honest, I am an immortal."

Chen Xuan got annoyed by the old man's nagging, pointed to the sky, and said, "Yes, it's the literal meaning of an immortal, the kind of immortal who can search the heavens and the underworld."

"you?"

Old Xu glanced at Chen Xuan and said, "You're kidding me. He does have an otherworldly air about him, but he's more like a Taoist priest."

"Let's put aside whether immortals exist in this world. Even if they did, would they play chess and drink tea with an old man like me?"

His expression showed disbelief, but also a degree of confidence in his own identity.

"If you don't believe me, then there's nothing I can do."

Chen Xuan spread his hands, saying, "These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth. It's too difficult."

"We're leaving. We're packing our things today, preparing to move to the Taoist temple."

"By the way, didn't you always complain about headaches and are about to be buried? Remember to drink the packet of tea I saved for you on time."

Chen Xuan waved his hand and walked back, as if to say goodbye.

Old Xu is not bad.

His sportsmanship was impeccable. After each loss, he would never try to renege on his debt, but would offer words of encouragement like "It's not easy being a young person, you have to cheer up," and then always casually give him more money than he should have.

"Dad, you haven't been able to sleep at night for the past few days. Mom asked me to take you to the hospital. Please go quickly," Xu's son said, unable to help but urge him from beside him.

"You bastard."

"I told you to go into politics and benefit the people, but you insisted on becoming some damn businessman, spending your days scheming and plotting."

Upon seeing his son, Old Xu was filled with resentment. "Look at this young man, Chen. He is a low-key person, but the achievements he has made behind the scenes are enough to make the prefect open the car door for him."

"Dad, what's wrong with doing business? It improves our standard of living."

Old Master Xu's son, with a bitter face, retorted, "How do you know Chen Xuan has accomplished great feats? Maybe he's some illegitimate son of a certain master."

"Get lost!"

"Do you think Prefect An is the kind of sycophantic, opportunistic person?"

"No one can make him bow down without merit. Young Chen must have made some great achievements that no one knows about."

Old Xu immediately roared and gave his son a good beating, "Don't let Chen's seemingly calm demeanor fool you. I can tell he's a man of great ability."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"You're right."

"Come with me to the hospital for a checkup now."

Mr. Xu's son became worried about his father's health, because after his anger, he started coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough—"

Despite feeling unwell, Old Xu coughed and said, "Brew the tea that Chen Xuan gave me; I'll drink it on the way."

"Okay, no problem, as long as you're willing to see a doctor."

Mr. Xu's son readily agreed, brewed tea in a thermos in the car, and drove Mr. Xu to the hospital for a checkup.

"Dad, let me tell you, the doctor we've hired this time is the most famous neurosurgeon in the country. He will definitely cure the tumor in your brain..."

Old Xu ignored his son. He knew his illness well; it was a late-stage glioma in his brain, and he didn't have more than a few months to live. He figured he might as well take advantage of this time to enjoy life.

He swirled the tea in his cup and took a sip.

The tea has a clear and bright aroma that is refreshing and invigorating. After swallowing, it refreshes the whole body and even alleviates the headache, making it feel like it's no longer there.

He knew that Chen Xuan would go to Qingcheng Mountain to pick tea every day, but he never expected that the tea he made would taste so good.

This tea is top-quality.

Then.

Upon entering the hospital, the medical staff, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly stepped forward, took good care of Mr. Xu, and took him for a check-up.

After going through the entire process, looking at the three-page document with hundreds of inspection items, and carefully studying it...

The neurosurgeon slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Xu Bingquan, are you here to humiliate me?!"

"Three thousand miles!"

"I flew back from the United States specifically for your father, turning down more than a dozen surgeries."

Xu Bingquan was completely bewildered as he was being verbally abused. "Professor, how did I mess with you? Did the tests find something wrong?"

"See for yourself!"

"His vital signs are normal, all indicators are normal, and his health is even better than yours."

"He's not sick at all, he doesn't have a tumor. I think you're the one who's sick and you're just trying to fool me!"

The neurosurgeon was furious, his face turning ashen, feeling utterly deceived.

Xu Bingquan exclaimed in disbelief, "This can't be! We had tests done before, how can we be healthy?"

"You're questioning my professionalism!"

"I will definitely pursue the matter of you deceiving me!"

The neurosurgeon, not wanting to waste any more words, packed his things, took his medical team, and slammed the door shut as he left.

Subsequently, Xu Bingquan, utterly bewildered, took his father to other hospitals for further examinations, and the results were remarkably consistent:

The patient is in good health, all vital signs are normal, and there is no need for excessive worry.

Holding the report, the father and son exchanged a glance, both seeing deep confusion and disbelief in each other's eyes.

"That's impossible! How could he suddenly be healthy again?"

"I even prepared my coffin, how come nothing happened?"

These words were somewhat disrespectful, but at this moment, Old Xu couldn't care less about such things, because as the person himself, he knew better than anyone whether he was sick or not.

"hiss--"

"Where's my tumor? My tumor is so big!"

Old Xu was lying face down on the CT scan, his eyes practically glued to it. Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a treasure map and he was searching for gold inside.

The old man's lively and energetic appearance was quite comical.

......

the other side.

When Chen Xuan returned to the courtyard, he saw that his junior sister had already packed up her things, including clothes and some items she had brought from the Taoist temple.

"Senior brother, do you still want this pendant?"

Lu Yao picked up a silver pendant, which wasn't worth much, but it was something left behind by her senior brother.

Chen Xuan's gaze fell on the pendant with a touch of emotion.

Once upon a time, the senior disciple who regarded him as a rival used this pendant as a wager to compete with him in reading Taoist scriptures.

The result was self-evident: the eldest disciple lost everything except his underwear and washed clothes for the entire Taoist temple for three months.

The eldest brother was always strong-willed, yet he always ended up losing to himself.

Chen Xuan nodded: "You can keep it for now."

He had never thought of competing with his senior brother, and had even gone easy on him many times. However, despite his efforts, his senior brother still could not beat him.

"oh."

Lu Yao nodded obediently.