You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 946 Guinan Town

The cultivators who had been subjected to the Phoenix Soaring Dragon Technique by the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect naturally noticed the change in their cultivation levels. They no longer had any interest in visiting ordinary women and were constantly thinking about the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, which made it impossible for them to meditate in peace.

Through years of such operations by the Hehuan Sect, many sect elders, disciples, and even the sect leader have become bound to the sect. Furthermore, since the Hehuan Sect has no mandatory constraints, this situation has been tacitly accepted.

A heretical sect? It's a bit of a mixed bag.

Every ten years, the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect who descend the mountain are always the focus of attention from various forces, especially the strongest among them. This time, the one who descended the mountain was Yan Yixuan, a newly promoted prodigy second only to the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.

It is said that this woman has mastered the Phoenix Soaring Dragon Technique to a very high degree, and countless heroes from all over the world want to become her partner, so they are flocking to the Eastern Region of Central Plains.

Changqing was unaware that his unintentional action would plunge him into a vortex of trouble.

At this moment, Changqing gazed at the night sky faintly glowing red and dozed off for the first time. Everything slowed down. He still felt weak, but he didn't use Xingxiao Ce. He let his qi and blood settle and slowly recover. This moment of tranquility seemed like something he hadn't seen in a long time. The swirling dust added a touch of freedom.

Looking at the brightly lit town in the distance, Changqing suddenly had an idea: "Why not stay here?"

Once a thought takes root, it becomes impossible to stop thinking about it.

A line of carriages appeared on the street, and countless roadside vendors greeted Sun Ming'en, as if the young man was quite popular in the area.

But Changqing soon realized something was wrong. This kid was actually the mayor of this small town?!

"Before we arrived, there were only a handful of households here, and most of the houses were dilapidated. We used all the money we had earned over the years to build houses for the people from the Southern Region who came with us, and also solved their livelihood problems. We were simply elected town mayor by everyone." Sun Ming'en seemed humble, but there was also a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"You're pretty good at this! You've got a knack for making money!!"

"This place is under the jurisdiction of Xianwu City. Perhaps it is to promote the name of Xianwu, or perhaps the cultivators have been influenced by the aura of the giant city and their tempers have become much better. They have also taken care of us mortals. After a few exchanges of favors, the town was settled."

Soon, in the center of the town, a character resembling a flying silver snake appeared on the stone carving—Guinan Town!

Changqing could sense an aura, likely carved by cultivators using city bricks salvaged from Xianwu City, carrying the city's essence and signifying its recognition and protection. Considering this was a vital passage from the north to Xianwu City, he couldn't help but admire the young man's cunning and resourcefulness, even though he was not yet twenty. He was truly impressed.

Adjacent to the Sun residence, the caravan's flag fluttered in the wind. A quick glance revealed a huge stable, large enough to hold all the vehicles. The escorts lined up to receive their earnings for the haul, ranging from ten taels to a hundred taels for figures like the Great Martial Emperor and the Martial Emperor. For ordinary people, this was quite substantial.

Several donkeys were also put into the horse pen and treated quite well.

The Sun family only had two servants, a maid, and a woman. The courtyard didn't look very big, with four or five tiled houses. They were quite simple and undecorated. After settling Yun Qinghan and the others in, they were all taken care of.

In front of the main house, Changqing frowned almost imperceptibly, noticing a faint trace of deathly aura. It seemed that Old Master Sun's condition was not very good.

As the door opened, Changqing stepped into the room, a strong smell of medicine wafting out, accompanied by a tired, hoarse cough. An elderly man with white hair and beard lay on the bed, his cloudy eyes looking out the door: "Is Ming'en back? Cough... This time it's been much shorter, cough cough..."

Sun Ming'en rushed over and grabbed the old man's wrist: "Grandpa, why are you coughing so badly? Did you not take your medicine on time?" Just as he was about to scold the maid, the old man pulled his hand and said: "My body can't keep up, it's not a problem with the medicine! Don't blame them."

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Standing not far away, Changqing carefully examined the old man with white hair and beard. The dark skin he had when they first met was gone, and the thin body was gone, replaced by a slightly white and plump face. He hadn't used any spiritual power, so his nutrition was not bad, but he could still sense that the old man was like a deflated balloon, with no vitality left in his body. Judging from this, he probably didn't have much time left.

The old grow older, the young grow up, but he... seems unchanged, his sorrow undeniable.

I picked up the teapot; the water was still hot and ready to drink.

Seeing Changqing bring over a bowl of water, the old man momentarily forgot his cough and looked at Sun Ming'en with a puzzled expression: "Who is this...?"

"Grandpa, don't you recognize me?" Changqing brought water over, sat on the bed, and gently helped the old man up.

Perhaps it was because they were so close that they could finally see Changqing's face clearly, the boy they had been longing for day and night: "You...you..." The old man recognized him, and in his excitement, he coughed violently again. He put his arm around the old man's back and circulated a stream of blood through him, and the old man was finally able to drink the warm water.

Soon, the sickly redness on the old man's face faded quickly, and he looked much more energetic: "You are the immortal who came to visit my home that day..."

Changqing made a shushing gesture and took the old man's pulse again. After a long while, sweat dripped from his temples. The next moment, the old man felt a warm current spread from his wrist, as if it were conscious, quickly spreading throughout his body, like countless warm little hands massaging his muscles and bones.

The old man's eyes widened. Even though he considered himself a man of the world who could remain calm and composed, he found it difficult to control his emotions at this moment and couldn't help but groan loudly.

This startled the maid standing nearby; the scream was simply too enchanting!

Releasing Grandpa Sun's wrist, I exhaled a breath of stale air; his drop of life essence had not been wasted.

Meeting Sun Ming'en's concerned gaze, Chang Qing's lips curled up: "That's why I say your family and I are destined to be together. Don't worry, the old man will at least be able to witness the birth of his great-grandson."

He was drenched in sweat, so much so that even the blankets couldn't cover him up. He was like a giant steamer, surrounded by swirling steam. Exhausted, Changqing went to the table, picked up the teapot, and drank it all in one gulp. Well, his energy, which hadn't recovered much, was gone again. He was now utterly weak and frail, as if he had become an ordinary person again.

Ultimately, blood and qi cannot be as agile and free as spiritual power.

puff~

A heavy thud sounded as he knelt down. Turning his head, Sun Ming'en's head had already slammed onto the floor tiles: "Brother Xie Ji, you saved my family from dire straits. I, Sun Ming'en, will repay you with my life!!"

The sudden kneeling startled the maid beside him. Although the town mayor was young, he was incredibly capable. It was unbelievable that he would kneel down to a young man who looked not much older than himself.

"Ha, you just like to elevate your seniority, don't you? Logically speaking, I should be your uncle—you won't even call me uncle, so I have no reason to accept your kneeling. I don't like this kind of thing, you know that, aren't you afraid of angering me?" Changqing pretended to be angry and turned his head away, refusing to accept the bow.