What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

"Akayu, this is how it is. So Yunyi will stay with us for a while longer this time. Don't be in a hurry to take her back."

As soon as Chiyu came out of seclusion, he received an order from the Emperor of Heaven. After arriving at the Heavenly Palace, he heard the old Emperor of Heaven say that Yun Yi cried a lot after running back home. He and the Queen of Heaven were so heartbroken that they wanted to keep her for a while longer.

The ground is paved with intricately carved cloud dragon stone bricks with winding dragon patterns.

"It's okay if he doesn't go back. This is where he should go back to."

The light in his eyes dimmed a little as he lowered his brows. He bowed and retreated, "Just after receiving the invitation from the Qingshan God, Chiyu left first."

"Say hello to the old god who came to heaven for him." The old emperor of heaven smiled cheerfully and waved his hand. Yunze next to him lowered his head in the jade slip and didn't even look at Chiyu.

Before the ink on the brush fell, a clear young voice came from inside.

"Father, please check if I left anything behind!"

Akabane turned his head and met the boy's eyes, which were slightly smiling and seemed a little surprised. "Master is here too."

The deep dark eyes were filled with calmness, "Yeah."

"I'm not going back." Even Akabane himself was slightly stunned when he asked this question. It seemed as if time stood still at this moment.

Yun Yi clasped his hands behind his back and looked at his brother who had also raised his head, as if he was also seriously trying to listen to his answer.

"I..." He looked at his father who was smiling harmoniously, and then at his brother who had a sullen expression, "I want to stay home for a while longer."

"It's up to you." After saying that, the man said goodbye to him indifferently and left.

Lu Jinan looked back with a guilty conscience, and then tried to excuse himself, "I promised him that I would come back, but I didn't promise to revolve around him alone. I am an independent individual, not his eldest disciple or lover."

Besides, it was obvious that he hadn't recovered his memory yet. If he stayed there, he would just see his cold face. So did he have to make him the center of attention and coax him with kind words as if he was carrying out a mission?

After this consolation, Lu Jinan felt much better.

"Brother, what are you looking at that jade slip that looks so funny?"

The person standing outside the hall for a long time turned his head across the green and blue ancient bronze tripod standing three feet away. Incense was burning in the Rui Nao Golden Beast Furnace, and faint white smoke was rising.

"You don't need to bring so many things. Your grandparents have prepared them for you." Yun Dian put his space ring on his youngest son. "Your brocade bags are too small. Take this so you can receive gifts."

Lu Jinan smiled and ran away holding the ring, "Then father can't take it back!"

He looked inside with deep eyes and pursed his lips.

"Master?" He lowered his eyes and saw that it was his little disciple Meng Li.

Akabane retracted his gaze, "You're not going back either."

His eyes revealed a trace of panic that was difficult to conceal, "Master, I..."

"Come back with me," he said, looking down at the person in front of him, not wanting to say anything. "This isn't your home."

Meng Li lowered his head, his eyes wandering. His clear and bright eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist. "What should we do, brother?"

Akabane glanced back, his expression expressionless, "There are plenty of people here to protect him."

"Then Senior Brother, aren't you going back?"

Akabane withdrew his gaze and looked at the dejected head in front of him, "If you don't want to go back, don't play outside for too long, go home early." He reached out and touched his head, then slowly withdrew his hand and left alone.

After the footsteps in front of him walked away, Meng Li finally slowly raised his head, which had been lowered all the time. A trace of guilt unconsciously flashed in his eyes, and his gaze moved over to the people in the hall and fixed on that figure's back.

He has many people protecting him, so it won’t matter if I join him, right, Master?

……

I saw on the top of that towering mountain,

Looking around, the mountains and fields are full of various crops.

It is so dense and full that it seems to have covered the entire mountain with a colorful dress.

In the fields, a man in a simple blue cloth shirt stood among the neat rows of crops, his back slightly bent from long hours of work.

Rows of crops swayed in the wind, and waves in the green ocean surged towards the source of the barrier one after another.

The Qingshan God slowly raised his arm and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Looking at the man who was being swarmed by the wheat, he smiled, “Akabane, why are you here so late?

Beads of sweat continued to seep from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, and soon soaking his forehead and temples. However, despite this, the brilliant smile on his face was not affected at all, but became even more dazzling.

"Some things have delayed me. Why didn't Lord Yuling come to help you?"

The man with bronze skin turned his head slightly, and a faint smile hung on his face, which was as hard as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe.

The sunlight fell on him, as if gilding him with a golden glow. Then, he raised his well-defined chin and nodded slightly toward the rocking chair under the shade of a large tree not far away. He said with a teasing smile, "It's right there."

As he finished speaking, Chiyu's eyes followed the direction he pointed, and sure enough, they saw the white-robed immortal lying quietly in a rocking chair under the shade of a tree, covering his face with a palm-leaf fan.

Akabane withdrew his gaze and looked at the person in front of him. "I know you are busy with the harvest season now. I have helped you collect all the goods from the peaks and valleys in the barrier into storage tanks."

"Excuse me for the trouble. I have also found some information about the Qingling Ye Pei that you asked me to find, so that's why I invited you here."

"I didn't mean to invite you to help me with farm work, hahaha." He laughed heartily, and Akabane nodded in response.

He knew it, but since others had helped him, he had to do something.

Seeing the man's expressionless face, Qingshan straightened up a little, "The whereabouts of this Qingling Leaf Pendant should be in Fusang Divine Realm, Fangcun Mountain Water Mirror, or Penglai Island."

"The specific whereabouts are still uncertain, but this is the smallest range I can explore."

"These artifacts left behind by the ancients all have their own temperaments. You're still young, so finding them might not be a good thing."

Although this Qingling jade pendant is made from the oldest spiritual tree in the prehistoric world, it contains endless vitality and the power of the earth. It can provide the wearer with a constant supply of vitality, quickly heal wounds, and repair damaged spiritual roots.

It is said that this object was forged by the ancient wood god when he was protecting living beings. Every line on it records the rhythm of life in the ancient times. People call it the "heart of the spirit of plants and trees."

"The holder must possess a pure and innocent heart, otherwise the Qingling Leaf Pendant will gradually absorb the holder's vitality until they turn into a dead tree."

At this moment, a breeze blew by, and the person who was just in the rocking chair was now gently waving an ancient palm-leaf fan in his hand, and slowly tilted his head out from behind the green hills.

The man looked lazy, his narrow eyelids drooping, as if he hadn't woken up yet. His head swayed, and naturally and habitually he tilted forward, leaning on Qingshan's broad back.

"Lord of the Rain Spirit."

The man raised his eyelids towards him and yawned, "Akabane, you can't use a sacred artifact carelessly just because it's precious."

"Akayu understands. I will not disturb the two gods anymore."

After the two gods expressed their intentions, Chiyu prepared to get up and leave, still hearing their quarrel behind him.

Qingshan arched his hands and tapped his head on the back, "If you're not awake yet, go to sleep over there. Why are you running over here?"

"The sun is too strong and my skin has become dehydrated. Why can't you collect them at night?" Yu Ling muttered while rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Then he stretched out his arms lazily, opened his mouth, and a big yawn came out.

With this yawn, his already sleepy eyes narrowed even further. He patted Akabane's shoulder and said, "We're almost done, right? Do you want to go out and play?"

While waving the fan, he muttered to himself: "That Zhu Nuo guy gave birth to cubs, but he hasn't given them any auspicious invitations or anything; there's a wedding in the East China Sea soon, I might as well go and join in the fun; or I might as well go play in those small worlds on earth..." He completely ignored the man next to him who was carrying a basket of corn cobs on his back.

"Hey, hey, hey, choose one."

"Don't harvest your wheat!"