Immortal Travel of Longevity

Qingshan City remained the same as always.

Under the King of Wei's governance, nothing here seemed to have changed.

There was no war and no oppression. The common people lived and worked in peace, just as before. Chen Changsheng gradually realized he couldn't offer much help; things were already quite good here.

But when he thought about it, this was a good thing.

While Chen Changsheng was listening to the storytelling, Cao Fa, sitting in a corner, looked up and spotted him.

He staggered to his feet, walked over, and sat down beside him.

"Mister Chen."

Cao Fa greeted him.

Chen Changsheng glanced at him and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Chen Changsheng nodded, then said, "Your apprentice tells a good story. He's much better than This Chen."

Hearing this, Cao Fa replied, "He is nowhere near as skilled as you, Mister."

"Skill is skill, there is no need to mince words. This Chen is merely a dabbler."

Chen Changsheng knew his own limits.

Cao Fa paused, opening his mouth as if to ask something.

Seeing him wanting to speak yet holding back, Chen Changsheng asked, "Is something wrong with your apprentice?"

Cao Fa shook his head. "It is not about my apprentice. This student wishes to ask you for a favor, Mister."

"What is it?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Cao Fa parted his lips and said, "Could Mister allow this student... to see spirits and ghosts..."

Chen Changsheng paused upon hearing this. "Why do you suddenly want to see such things?"

"This student..."

Cao Fa hesitated, then said, "This student just wants to see... yes, just out of curiosity."

Chen Changsheng looked at him. Cao Fa had grown old, yet he was becoming worse and worse at lying.

He pondered for a moment, not knowing what to do.

This was not a difficult task for Chen Changsheng.

But the consequences it would bring about were...

Seeing the Mister remain silent, Cao Fa said, "This student was too presumptuous."

Chen Changsheng suddenly snapped out of his daze and said, "A quarter of an hour."

Cao Fa stared blankly.

Chen Changsheng reached out and dipped a finger into his teacup, catching a drop of tea.

With a raise of his hand, he smeared it between Cao Fa's brows.

"You only have a quarter of an hour."

A golden light flared in Cao Fa's eyes.

He froze for a moment, then hurriedly cupped his hands. "Thank you, Mister!"

Despite his bad legs, Mister Cao dragged his staggering steps, yet he moved remarkably fast. In the blink of an eye, he had run out of the tea house.

His expression twisted in pain, and his tightly clenched jaw made his cheeks bulge, yet he still didn't utter a single sound.

Veins bulged on his forehead. Every two steps left him gasping for air, but he didn't dare stop for even a second.

Chen Changsheng looked back. His lips parted slightly. Holding a Kidney Bean in his hand, he hesitated for a long time.

He let out a sigh.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt a twinge of regret.

Perhaps he really shouldn't have done that.

Chen Changsheng knew he had done something wrong.

But he simply couldn't stand by and watch.

He was the one preaching reason, yet he was also the one acting recklessly.

Chen Changsheng shook his head with a sigh, not understanding why he acted this way.

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The staggering Mister Cao navigated through the streets.

There was an early market today, making the crowds even thicker.

The path ahead was blocked by the dense throng of people.

He grabbed his aching leg and panted, "Excuse me, please excuse me..."

Mister Cao ran toward Chuanfeng Alley.

He had to see. He had to see if the person Master Jin San saw last night was truly Zhishu.

Although Master Jin San claimed it wasn't, Cao Fa had felt it at a certain moment—as if Zhishu was right beside him. This illusion had haunted him for a long time; he couldn't let it go.

A quarter of an hour. A quarter of an hour...

He ran desperately. His crippled body ached everywhere, but he clenched his jaw and pushed through the crowd.

Someone accidentally bumped into him, knocking him down.

"Are you alright?"

The person tried to help him up.

But Cao Fa's mind was entirely on the road ahead. He staggered to his feet, ignoring the person, and kept running forward on his own.

Harsh, ragged gasps escaped his lips. After running for a while, his lips had turned pale.

He didn't dare stop. He had to see it with his own eyes.

Pushing past the crowded street, Mister Cao finally saw Chuanfeng Alley in the distance.

He ran into the alley and stopped before the courtyard gate.

Swallowing hard against his dry throat, he reached out to knock.

But at that very moment, hesitation seized him.

In the neighboring courtyard, Ouyang Feng heard the commotion.

He came to the doorway and took a look, spotting an old man standing before Yunxiang's house, hesitating without knocking.

Ouyang Feng was a little confused, but didn't ask anything.

He simply stayed at the doorway and watched, treating it as a bit of entertainment.

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Master Jin San had nearly finished writing his story.

He had wanted to bring it to the tea house for Cao Fa to see, but didn't find the man. Instead, he saw Mister Chen.

"You're here so early today, Mister?" Master Jin San sat down.

"I had nothing else to do," Chen Changsheng replied.

Master Jin San nodded. He paused, then asked, "By the way, this student has something to ask you, Mister."

"It's about Zhishu, isn't it?"

"You know, Mister?"

Chen Changsheng nodded. "Didn't you see her yesterday?"

"It really was her?" Master Jin San froze.

After returning home last night, he had thought about it for a long time and begun to doubt himself. He was no longer certain if the soul he saw in the night was actually Zhishu.

Master Jin San was slightly taken aback and asked, "But... why is Zhishu's soul..."

Logically speaking, when a person died and became a soul, unless they joined the ranks of deities or underworld deputies, they absolutely could not stay in the Mortal World. If they lingered too long, their only end would be their soul scattering to nothingness, or being twisted by resentment and yin energy into a malicious ghost.

"Consider it an accident," Chen Changsheng said.

Recovering his wits, Master Jin San asked, "But yesterday, why did she..."

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment before replying, "Perhaps... she didn't want Cao Fa to keep missing her. She has passed away, separated by yin and yang. In truth, they should have as few ties as possible."

Master Jin San opened his mouth, then let out a sigh a moment later.

"To meet yet be unable to acknowledge each other... this is..."

Master Jin San sighed again, a helpless look settling over his face.

He understood, yet he didn't agree with such an approach.

The joys and sorrows, partings and reunions of the mortal world were always this difficult to accept.

Chen Changsheng looked at Master Jin San and said, "He was just sitting right here. He asked This Chen to lend him a spell. For a quarter of an hour, he can see spirits and souls."

"And you lent it to him, Mister?"

Chen Changsheng paused, then nodded.

Hearing this, Master Jin San was slightly taken aback, looking at the Mister in confusion.

Chen Changsheng asked, "This Chen also wants to ask you: do you think what I did was right, or was it wrong?"

Master Jin San parted his lips, but didn't know how to answer the Mister.

Was it right, or was it wrong?

Master Jin San couldn't say either.

There were reasons to do it, and reasons not to do it.

In truth, neither choice was wrong.

Master Jin San looked at the Mister, then bowed. "I thank you for your kindness on Cao Fa's behalf, Mister."

Chen Changsheng paused. He knew Master Jin San would not give him an answer.

He would just have to figure it out himself.

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