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

Every now and then, Han Zijin would count on his fingers how much more than two years had passed since they arrived here, and the memory of their impoverished beginnings felt like only yesterday.

Now he is almost as tall as Changqing, with bulging muscles, a solid build, and a resolute face. His martial arts skills have given him some ability to protect himself. Unfortunately, despite the demon seed's countless inquiries, he only received the answer that Changqing had not regained his memories, which left him quite puzzled.

Han Zisi frequently visited the academy to study, and was repeatedly praised by the teacher for his intelligence. In less than half a year, his demeanor became quite handsome, and he had already attracted the attention of numerous matchmakers.

Unfortunately, the young girl's ambitions lay elsewhere. Changqing cleansed her body and marrow, making her much more refined. She became even more curious about immortals than her brother, and even without spiritual roots, she was determined to become a scholar at the academy and a renowned female Confucian scholar.

The following April, as spring faded and the weather grew warmer, Grandpa Sun's cough began to linger.

At the bedside, the old man seemed to have gotten used to this state. As if he had suddenly realized something, he looked at Feng Qian'er's increasingly large belly with reluctance. He finally understood what Boss Jie was going to do that day.

His life force had been significantly diminished, all for the sake of the Sun family line, his great-grandson! It had become a weapon to torment him.

The woman seemed to know that he cared about the Sun family bloodline, so she gave him hope, and then crushed that hope when he saw it. She didn't kill him, but destroyed his spirit! How ruthless her methods were, sending chills down one's spine.

The immortals of Xianwu City had all been invited, but those who could be invited were all of low strength, so how could they possibly understand the mysteries of life? He tried every means but to no avail. Blood ginseng and longevity pills were taken by those immortals as payment, which made him even more disheartened. The old man had witnessed the greedy faces of cultivators and felt a little regretful. Why had he come to this point?

There's no going back in life, and the old man, wanting to live, set his sights on the last remaining seven-colored spirit flower.

After taking the medicine, he felt much lighter and was even able to stroll around the streets on his own. It seemed as if he was about to live a few more years. He kept wandering around in front of the pharmacy, as if to say that the old man could still live.

This prompted Boss Xie to chuckle softly: "It's just a flower that's been touched by spiritual energy. For that body full of holes, it will only hasten its demise."

Just a few days later, the feeling of floating on air dissipated, and the old man collapsed instantly. He was clearly breathing more gas than he was exhaling, and it was clear that he was about to die.

In front of the pharmacy, Sun Ming'en knelt on the ground, unwilling to leave for a long time; he had completely given up.

As time went on, it attracted the attention of the townspeople, who wondered what had happened.

However, some people complained about the fact that this benefactor of Guinan Town was kneeling like this. Some people, who were looking for trouble, shouted and cursed in the street in order to stand up to the town mayor. Sun Ming'en did not stop him, and seemed to want to use the townspeople's pressure. He did not explain and continued to kneel for a long time.

Within three days, Changqing also began to look at Sun Mingen with cold eyes, realizing that Sun Mingen was putting pressure on him and forcing him to resign, and immediately lost all goodwill towards him.

With no business at the pharmacy, Boss Xie wasn't worried. He let the townspeople gossip as he dozed off in his recliner.

The townspeople who were criticizing him, Sun Ming'en who was kneeling for a long time and could not get up, and the pharmacy that was becoming increasingly troubled—these townspeople were all people he had taken care of in the past, but now they were also confused and infected by blind filial piety.

Recalling how Old Master Sun had been loitering in front of the palace a few days ago, Changqing felt a sense of relief.

Sowing good seeds yields bad fruit; it seems like a cycle that repeats itself.

A day later, the townspeople began to gather, only to find the pharmacy closed, clearly not doing business.

Sun Ming'en left in disappointment, but he would check on the pharmacy every half day, thinking that they had just gone out to practice medicine and would return soon. However, more than a month passed, and the old man's breath had become as faint as a spider's thread, and his life was only a few days away.

Feng Qian'er's due date is not far off, but for the old man it feels like an eternity. Seeing his great-grandson has become his last obsession.

In the small town, the sick lost access to affordable medical care. Other pharmacies were too expensive, and some even raised prices after closing down. People couldn't afford medical treatment, leading to widespread complaints and panic. If there were no pharmacies, where would the sick go?

Finally, a man who had come up the mountain to chop wood said that the pharmacist was in the thatched hut. The pharmacist said that he only came to the door and did not sit in the clinic. Whether or not he would treat patients depended on his mood.

Soon, all the sick people on the street who hadn't joined in the fun with Sun Ming'en received their medicine. Those who had joined in the fun and criticized him couldn't get their medicine and cursed him even more in their hearts. Some even started spreading his bad reputation in public. However, it was only a few people who were gossiping. The rest of the people just listened for fun and didn't say anything. After all, cheap and practical medicine is what people want.

The world is full of troubles and trivialities, sometimes like a quagmire, making it hard to find peace of mind, exhausting one's energy and spirit, and ultimately just wasting time.

……

Less than ten days before giving birth, Sun Ming'en, still gazing at the closed pharmacy, understood Changqing's intentions and was filled with endless regret. However, faced with the old man's obsession with seeing his great-grandson, filial piety and righteousness clashed in her heart. In less than half a day, filial piety had already won out.

They are immortals, and should be magnanimous, even if the fault lies with them!

Moreover, they had already committed acts of ingratitude before, so one more act of injustice wouldn't make a difference.

In early summer, on the hill behind the town, a beautiful woman with a large pregnant belly climbed the mountain alone, step by step. Such a risky move made Sun Ming'en at the foot of the mountain feel reluctant, worried, and even more so, gambling.

Both the town hall and the caravan had tried, and even after revealing that the immortals were immortals, the enlightenment in their eyes vanished instantly, as if they had erased their conversation.

As for Zuixianlou, going there would likely result in being directly killed by the other party.

Now it feels more like a desperate act of moral blackmail, a desperate act of giving up, sacrificing all pretense of decency in the hope that the grandfather can live a few more days and see his great-grandson.

……

In early summer, the trees on both sides of the mountain road cast lush shadows and cast a few rays of coolness, but for a woman with a big belly, it was particularly hard. She had asked for this trip herself. Looking at the mountain road that seemed to have no end in sight, the woman wiped away a little bit of sweat.

She didn't know what had happened, only that the extremely handsome gentleman was a gentle and refined person. After his marriage, he developed a great rift with the Sun family, to the point that he resolutely refused even the old man's last request. She was a woman, but she wasn't stupid. She understood that there must be a huge reason for this, which forced the pharmacy to act this way.

Thinking of Sun Ming'en's expression, I couldn't understand why a town mayor would be so afraid of a pharmacist, and whether that pharmacist really had the ability to bring the dead back to life.

She didn't know, but she felt that perhaps it really existed.

The mountain path was long, and every step she took felt like an immense pain, yet she continued to move forward slowly, simply because she was the granddaughter-in-law of the Sun family, and that was enough.

Inside the thatched hut, Xie Xinyu watched the busy Qingshan in the medicinal field, occasionally lost in thought. She actually quite liked this, quietly appreciating someone while harboring her own little thoughts.