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

How could the young Jie Xinyu resist such a great temptation? But whenever she thought of something, a cloud of worry would creep onto her brow. If she were to ruin her senior brother's cultivation of the mortal world because of her own selfish desires, how would she be any different from that person from the Sun family?

Therefore, she felt uneasy. She came from the mortal world and could have gained enlightenment naturally even without experiencing these things. Besides, there was no bottleneck to speak of. But her senior brother needed...

As his thoughts clashed with reason, he seemed to sense something, looked down the mountain, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes. He spoke in a voice only he could hear: "As expected of the Sun family, young and old alike, they all have a ruthless streak of using any means necessary and never giving up until they achieve their goals!"

Should she kick him out? Lost in thought, Jie Xinyu, who had been listless for days, finally got up from her chair. What she thought wasn't important; what mattered was what her senior brother thought!

"Changqing, what are your thoughts on the Sun family's affairs?" Xie Xinyu asked.

"It's just speculation. After all, we're just passersby. But even without Boss Xie's explanation, I could guess most of what happened that day. Ultimately, you can only know a person's face, not their heart. The Sun family is nothing special, but..."

Changqing, who was weeding, brushed the dirt off his hands and looked at Boss Jie, as if seeking confirmation: Is Boss Yun an immortal? Otherwise, I can't think of any reason why the Sun family would attack him.

Jie Xinyu thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it is, or perhaps it isn't, but it is definitely related to immortals."

"Putting aside the Sun family's intentions, their methods are certainly dirty." Changqing replied dejectedly, not getting the answer he wanted.

"What if the Sun family comes to plead for mercy?" Master Xie asked, seemingly jokingly.

"No help. Mayor Sun is a good person, but that's for the townspeople, not for those who ask for help. People have two sides, and I've come to understand that now." Changqing decisively refused; the Sun family really didn't interest him.

"Is that so~" Jie Xinyu smiled brightly, so dazzling in the glow of the setting sun: "I'll take care of the rest, you go wash up so you don't embarrass yourself."

Nonsensical words...

After washing away the dirt and grime, the rattan chair still retained the fresh fragrance of Boss Jie, making it very comfortable. Facing the golden sunset, the aroma of tea in my hand was strong.

On the steps, the woman, drenched in sweat, felt a refreshing breeze on her face, which instantly revitalized her. Her legs seemed to regain their strength, and the fetus in her womb became much more stable. Her speed noticeably increased, much to the woman's surprise.

Soon, a thatched cottage came into view, the ground clean, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

A beautiful figure was busy in the medicinal field. A young man shone brightly in the golden field, like a bright and dazzling treasure. Feng Qian'er was attracted by the man's tranquil temperament, which made her feel out of place in the world. It was as if at this moment, tranquility depended on him, rather than him depending on tranquility. She was momentarily lost in thought.

But then she saw the man get up, bring over a small stool, look at her, and gesture for her to lie down.

As she lay down, the lightness she felt vanished, and her body became heavy again. Without a word, the man took her pulse, raising an eyebrow slightly: "You've disturbed the fetus, but fortunately your body is strong. You must not do anything so outrageous again."

"Pharmacist, I..." The woman was about to speak when Changqing interrupted her.

"It's better not to say anything. The old master of the Sun family should have passed away two years ago. Even immortals would be jealous of those extra two years."

The woman panicked and tried to sit up from the wicker chair, but Changqing pressed her down: "But you can save her, right! Why?..."

"I'm going to get the medicine. Don't say anything more, or our relationship with the Sun family will truly be severed!" The man in green rose and left, his heart filled with complex emotions. The troubles of the world were truly like a tangled mess.

Sensing the resolute tone in her voice, Feng Qian'er lowered her head in despair.

Amidst the busy figure in the green robe, the last glimmer of hope was extinguished. Just as he was about to take his leave, he vaguely saw that the person in the green robe seemed to have no shadow. He shook his head, but the shadow was still there, gray and hazy. The person in the green robe seemed to have become extremely ordinary, just like an ordinary person, yet it seemed like a delusion.

Unbeknownst to her, the fetus, with its innate pure and spiritual energy, had briefly glimpsed the true realm.

Down the mountain, Sun Ming'en, having calculated the time, prepared to go up to pick up his wife. How could he truly watch her suffer? Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across his face, blinding him. In his moment of distraction, he noticed something unusual about the cart behind him.

Looking back, a woman with a large pregnant belly was sleeping peacefully on the cart, her brows furrowed, and the medicine packet in her hand had the words "pregnancy protection" written on it.

The young man tenderly covered his wife with clothes, looked dejectedly at the mountain peaks before him, and drove the carriage home. His figure was bleak, like an indelible ink stain.

Grandpa Sun ultimately did not live to see that day, nor did he get to see the face of his beloved great-grandson. According to the neighbors who were handling the funeral, the old man's appearance was somewhat frightening. His mouth and eyes were wide open and round, as if he had something to hide and could not swallow his last breath. He could even be described as dying with his eyes open.

When the old master of the Sun family passed away, everyone discussed it for a while. The rumors were quite outrageous, but like its foundation, they were extremely shaky and subsided after a few days.

Until the cry of a newborn baby pierced the night, as loud as the chirping of cicadas in the height of summer.

The granddaughter-in-law of the Sun family gave birth to a chubby little boy weighing eight pounds and one ounce. He was round and chubby, and everyone who saw him said that he had a kind of cleverness about him, and his eyes were bright and his courage was great.

His given name was Sun Wengeng, and his nickname was Xiaohu...

The pharmacy, however, reopened and resumed business as if nothing had changed and life had returned to normal. But Sun Ming'en never stepped inside again, and whenever he passed by, he acted as if he were a stranger.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, leaves turn green, yellow, wither, and turn to mud, just like the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death in the mortal world. Some people are born, and some people grow old, life goes on and on. Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. The town is thriving, but some people seem to have grown old.

The busy town hall, the martial artist who always returns injured, the increasingly haggard proprietress, the steady and robust young man who has become calmer and less impulsive, the graceful young woman, and the baby in a red bib who has begun to babble.

Perhaps having witnessed the full spectrum of human nature in the small town, the young man in front of the pharmacy, though his face remained unchanged, could not hide his exhaustion. Just a few months ago, the martial artist from the caravan stopped traveling with them and quietly stayed in the shop, watching the busy Changqing, and occasionally seeing the neighbors bickering and throwing tantrums on the street. Suddenly, a look of enlightenment appeared on his face.

One day, Zhen Tang suddenly visited. Overwhelmed with excitement, he saw Chang Qing's bewildered and flattered expression and, feeling embarrassed, could only quickly leave. Zhen Tang that day had changed a lot; he seemed quite different from the capable person he remembered. He had become lively and energetic, yet a hint of disappointment lingered in his eyes.

Han Zijin spent almost all his time in the pharmacy, and whenever he looked at himself, it seemed like he was reluctant to leave. Sometimes Changqing even saw this tall man hiding in a corner, staring blankly, just like a child who had lost his family.