215: Young man, I'm waiting for you at Maoshan

In the shadows, from the crown of the old locust tree, Lu Yuchen’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

These ruffians were simply lawless.

He had originally wanted to watch a bit longer, but seeing Lin Ying, that boy, being kicked to the ground by two other burly men, one kick each, with blood at the corner of his mouth, Lu Yuchen knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

If he waited any longer, this brat he had just taken a liking to would probably be getting his lunchbox early.

He was too lazy to show himself.

With just a thought.

A wisp of magical power transformed into an invisible sound wave, directly exploding in the minds of those burly men who were in the midst of their beating.

“Scram.”

Just one word, plain and simple.

But this single word, upon reaching the ears of those burly men, was no less than a Nine Heavens thunderclap!

“Ah!”

Several people simultaneously let out an extremely terrified shriek, feeling as if their heads were about to be forcefully exploded by an invisible power!

It was a fear that originated from the depths of their Soul, making them unable to even conceive the slightest thought of resistance.

How could they dare to stay for even half a moment? They scurried away, tumbling and crawling out of the courtyard as if some Vicious Beast was chasing them from behind.

Inside the courtyard, Lin Ying and Lin Yu, the siblings, were also slow to recover their senses upon seeing this situation.

What happened?

Why did those bullies suddenly run away as if they had seen a ghost?

The two looked at each other, both seeing deep confusion in the other’s eyes.

However, if they couldn’t figure it out, they just stopped thinking about it.

“Sister, are you alright?” Lin Ying quickly stepped forward, helping up the already sobbing Lin Yu, his face filled with heartache and self-blame.

“I’m fine… Xiaoying, how are you? Where are you hurt?”

“I’m rough and tough, I’m fine.”

...

At night.

Inside the thatched hut, the oil lamp was like a bean, emitting a dim yellow light.

The rich aroma of chicken soup filled the entire room.

Lin Ying scooped a bowl of the wild chicken, which had been stewed until it was thoroughly tender, and carefully brought it to Lin Yu.

“Sister, quickly drink it while it’s hot, it’ll nourish you.”

Lin Yu looked at the golden chicken soup in the bowl, and her eyes reddened again.

“Silly younger brother.” Her voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of reproach, “My body, sister’s body, is a bottomless pit. No matter how much good food I eat, it’s a waste. You… you should have kept it for yourself to eat.”

“Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!” Lin Ying’s face stiffened, “Your illness will definitely get better! I will definitely cure you!”

He brought over the already brewed medicinal soup, served it to Lin Yu, and after much coaxing and persuasion, finally lulled her to sleep.

Looking at his sister’s peaceful sleeping face, Lin Ying’s heart, however, could not calm down.

He walked into the courtyard, looked up at the vast starry sky, his heart filled with powerlessness and confusion.

His sister’s illness was getting worse and worse.

What to do?

Just as he was feeling disheartened, the ancient wooden token in his embrace accidentally slipped out, falling to the ground with a “thud.”

Lin Ying subconsciously picked it up.

It felt warm and smooth to the touch, as if it carried a strange warmth.

He looked at the two ancient seal characters on the token — Maoshan.

In his mind, the image of that Immortal-like old Immortal from his dream resurfaced.

Cultivating Immortals…

If he cultivated Immortals, wouldn’t he be able to easily cure his sister’s illness?

This thought, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, instantly illuminated his heart, which had already been filled with despair.

His already dim eyes once again ignited with the flame of hope.

...

In the shadows, Lu Yuchen saw all of this.

He looked at the young man whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, and then at the young woman with a faint aura in the house, and finally, he sighed almost imperceptibly.

He thought of his family far away on Earth.

He wondered how his parents were doing now.

Late at night, everything was silent.

After Lin Ying also fell into a deep sleep, Lu Yuchen once again performed the dream-entering technique that he had long mastered.

In the dream, Lin Ying once again saw that Immortal-like old Immortal.

“Young man, yourfate with my Maoshan is not shallow.”

“Immortal… Immortal!” Lin Ying was so excited he was incoherent, “Dare I ask, Immortal, can cultivating Immortals truly cure all diseases?!”

“Heh heh.” The old Immortal stroked his long beard, a profound smile appearing on his face, “Mere mortal ailments, to the Dao of Immortals, are but dust that can be wiped away with a flick of a finger.”

“Then… then my sister’s illness…”

“A trivial matter, not worth mentioning.”

The old Immortal waved his hand, and then his figure began to become ethereal.

“Young man, I will wait for you at Maoshan.”

Leaving behind this last sentence full of supreme prestige, the old Immortal’s figure completely dissipated.

“Immortal! Immortal!”

Lin Ying let out an exclamation, suddenly waking up from his dream!

He subconsciously reached for his embrace.

That Maoshan token actually flashed with a light!

At this moment, Lin Ying had no more doubts in his heart.

He seemed to have made some kind of decision, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

He glanced at the still dark night outside the window, and then at his sister, who was still asleep in the next room.

He quietly placed the only few dozen copper coins he had on his sister’s pillow.

He also cooked the last bit of rice in the kitchen into a thick pot of porridge and kept it warm on the stove.

After doing all this, he slung the bow and arrow that had accompanied him for several years onto his back, took his machete, and without further hesitation, turned and walked into the boundless night.

...

Lu Yuchen’s figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He looked at the young man’s back disappearing into the night, and then at the young woman still sleeping in the house, and finally, he shook his head.

“Forget it, good deeds should be seen through to the end, like escorting a Buddha all the way to the West.”

He flicked a finger, and a stream of magical power transformed into an extremely subtle Divine Soul imprint, which silently landed on Lin Yu’s brow.

“With this imprint, ordinary petty criminals won’t be able to get close to you.”

After doing all this, he no longer lingered, his figure swayed, and he had already disappeared from the spot.

He had to return to Maoshan before that boy and set up the stage for that “grand show.”