Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

"Why are you so sure, Uncle-Master?"

Che Zhanhong was puzzled by Cai Shiyuan's speculation.

“Yes, Father,” Cai Yingmei nodded in agreement, “Isn’t your guess a bit far-fetched?”

Cai Shiyuan looked at Tong Mu, who was frowning and deep in thought, and asked with a smile, "What about you? Do you also think my guess is far-fetched?"

Tong Mu was surprised that Cai Shiyuan would ask him this question at this moment. After a moment of stunned silence, he shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "I think Uncle Cai's guess is not impossible."

I knew it—

Cai Yingmei had only nodded halfway when she realized what Tong Mu had said, and immediately looked over with a surprised expression, "Senior Brother Tong, are you speaking from the heart? Don't just blindly go along with my father because he's an elder!"

Upon hearing this, Cai Shiyuan immediately laughed and scolded, "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting here!"

Tong Mu immediately explained, "Junior sister, please don't misunderstand. I have my reasons for saying this, and it's not that my master forced me to."

Immediately afterwards, Tong Mu shared some of his thoughts.

"Actually, the reason why I agree with Uncle Cai's guess is very simple. This Mr. Jiang came to Qingyang Town around May last year, which is less than a year ago. And that mysterious master just happened to appear after Mr. Jiang had settled in the town for a while."

After hearing this, Che Zhanhong retorted, "But there is no direct connection between the two; it can only be considered a coincidence at most."

"Indeed, this alone is not enough to prove that there is a connection between the two."

Tong Mu continued, "But don't forget, besides his superb medical skills, Mr. Jiang also has an amazing talent for tending plants! According to Granny Sun from the town, there was a peach tree in the house she sold to Mr. Jiang that was about to die. Less than a month after Mr. Jiang moved in, the peach tree came back to life and even grew full of branches and leaves!"

"Such a thing is not something an ordinary person can easily do! Think about it again, isn't this method very similar to the saying about immortals bestowing blessings? Could this be considered a coincidence?"

Cai Yingmei and Che Zhanhong instantly fell into deep thought.

Clearly, they were persuaded by Tong Mu's point of view.

If coincidences happen too often, they are probably no longer coincidences!

Cai Shiyuan looked at Tong Mu and smiled with satisfaction, "What Junior Nephew Mu said is exactly what I was thinking."

After an hour of discussion, the four finally reached a consensus and decided to pay Mr. Jiang a visit as soon as he returned from gathering herbs in Daqingshan.

The four of them didn't have to wait too long. With Tong Mu and Che Zhanhong taking turns watching, Tong Mu finally saw the green figure returning from the direction of Daqingshan on the afternoon of the third day.

After confirming that the person he saw was indeed Mr. Jiang, Tong Mu immediately returned to the inn and reported to Cai Shiyuan.

Upon hearing this, Cai Shiyuan immediately instructed the three men to go to town to buy gifts, so that they could bring these gifts to visit the other party the next day.

In truth, Cai Shiyuan couldn't wait to see Mr. Jiang.

But considering that they had stayed on the mountain for so many days and only returned to town before sunset, without even having a chance to rest and recuperate, it would be somewhat impolite for him to visit them so abruptly. Furthermore, it might leave a bad impression. Therefore, he could only change the date to the next day.

The next day, Cai Shiyuan and his three companions changed into clean and tidy clothes, took the gifts they had bought, and left the inn, heading towards the courtyard where Jiang Yuchuan was.

On the way, Cai Shiyuan repeatedly instructed, "Remember, when you meet Mr. Jiang, you all must be very polite and respectful! Don't say anything too much, lest you offend Mr. Jiang and ruin everything!"

"Dad, you've said that eight hundred times!"

Cai Yingmei looked impatient.

Cai Shiyuan immediately fixed his gaze on them. "I'm telling you all this mainly so you can hear! I have complete faith in your two senior brothers!"

"Know it!"

Cai Yingmei stuck out her tongue.

Not long after the four of them left, Cai Shiyuan suddenly saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face come out of an inn diagonally opposite.

"Strange...why does this person look somewhat familiar..."

Cai Shiyuan stared at the old Taoist's back and began to search his memory.

After walking for a while, Tong Mu and the other two began to pay attention to the old Taoist priest.

Che Zhanhong looked at the figure walking ahead and guessed, "That Taoist priest in front seems to be with us. Could he also be looking for Mr. Jiang?"

Tong Mu pondered for a moment and said, "Possibly! This road is indeed the only way to Mr. Jiang's courtyard." He then looked at Cai Shiyuan and asked, "Uncle-Master, if this person's purpose is the same as ours, what should we do?"

"What should we do..."

Cai Shiyuan was still immersed in searching for memories.

Just then, the old Taoist priest walking in front of the four suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the four.

The moment their eyes met the old Taoist priest's, Cai Shiyuan and his companions felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, freezing in place.

The old Taoist priest made no unnecessary movements. He glanced at it briefly, then looked away and continued walking forward.

After a long while, Cai Shiyuan and the other three finally recovered from their shock.

Those three who were slightly weaker than Tong Mu turned deathly pale, broke out in a cold sweat, and gasped for breath. They almost lost their balance and collapsed onto their backsides.

"What a terrifying gaze!"

Cai Yingmei wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said in a terrified voice.

The instant her eyes met the old Taoist priest's, she felt as if she had fallen into a cold, dark, bottomless abyss. Even now, thinking back on it sends chills down her spine; she can't help but feel terrified!

Tong Mu and Che Zhanhong shared similar feelings.

Unlike Cai Yingmei, they were filled with fear and trepidation, but immediately thought of the old Taoist's terrifying strength!

Che Zhanhong's skill level had already reached the top of the second tier, and Tong Mu had broken through to the ranks of first-tier masters a year ago. Not to mention Cai Shiyuan, who was much stronger than the two of them in terms of both strength and skill level.

The old Taoist priest was able to intimidate the four of them with just one glance. Tong Mu and Che Zhanhong dared not even imagine how terrifying and powerful he must be!

If that old Taoist priest had intended to kill them, they would probably be dead by now!

"I remember now! I remember who that person was!"

Cai Shiyuan exclaimed in surprise, oblivious to everyone else.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Cai Shiyuan nearly stumbled and fell while taking a half-step back.

Fortunately, Tong Mu and Che Zhanhong reacted quickly and stepped forward to help him up.

"Yes, it is the Seven Star Sword Master!"

Cai Shiyuan, his hand trembling, pointed in the direction where the old Taoist priest had disappeared and exclaimed, "That Taoist priest just now was definitely the Seven Star Sword Master!"

"Seven Star Sword Master?!"

"—Who is that?"

The three of them looked at Cai Shiyuan together.

However, the expressions on the three people's faces were all different.