Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Xu Lingguang probably won't live more than two months.

This sudden news stunned Song Nanchu, who silently looked down at Xu Lingguang.

The unconscious person had a furrowed brow, indicating that they were feeling the pain from the impact on their internal organs, and their breathing was labored.

However, before this, there was no sign of him being a dying man.

Just last night, Xu Lingguang, who was drunk and acting crazy, was saying that he would be the king of Ailao Mountain from now on, and that he would make Ailao Mountain bigger and stronger, turning it into the most popular tourist attraction in the entire cultivation world, so that everyone who came to visit would have to buy tickets from him.

He didn't understand what tourist attractions and tickets were, but he felt that the person in front of him was definitely not the same as before. The treacherous and cunning Qingyu Sect Master was gradually replaced by the young man in front of him with a pure smile and a radiance that seemed to surround him.

It might even lead him to speculate that if the person who brought them back to the Azure Feather Sect had been like this, perhaps neither the Azure Feather Sect nor they would have ended up in this situation.

However, he quickly came to his senses. These assumptions were too unfounded. The person in front of him was harmless, but who knows, he might regain his memories one day, and they would still be mortal enemies.

Rather than creating more troubles later, it's better to keep your distance now and make a decision sooner rather than later.

Yu Yun and Zhou Fuying probably shared the same idea.

But in any case, he never thought about Xu Lingguang's death again.

But now Xu Lingguang is truly going to die.

Song Nan felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe; it wasn't so much sadness as regret.

It seems that Xu Lingguang won't be able to live in this simple wooden house for long before it falls into disrepair.

Song Nan pursed his lips, remained silent for a long time, and finally took out a pill and fed it to him.

The pill transformed into pure spiritual energy upon entering his mouth, gradually soothing the pain caused by the impact on his internal organs. Xu Lingguang's expression became peaceful, and his breathing became long and even again.

Song Nan left the wooden house and took out a communication talisman to send a message to Yu Yun and Zhou Fuying.

His body had not fully recovered, but after a month of recuperation, he had gotten used to his current state. He had a vague feeling that this period of weakness would be his opportunity—he might be about to begin his second molting.

Before his second molt, he needed to find a safe place; he couldn't stay there for too long.

*

Xu Lingguang didn't wake up until noon the next day.

He was soaking wet and sticky, and his limbs felt sore and weak. He struggled to sit up, propping himself up on his arms. He looked blankly at Song Nanchu hanging from the rafters and asked, "Is there something wrong with that spirit wine? Why is it so potent?"

He is feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and a little nauseous.

Could it be that we drank counterfeit alcohol?

Song Nan looked at him, hesitating whether or not to tell him.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "Your body was already weak, and you've been overworking yourself lately, which is why your symptoms have flared up. It has nothing to do with the spirit wine."

“Okay,” Xu Lingguang pouted, and in his dizzy state, he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t settled the pheasant he caught yesterday. He shook his head, got up, and asked Song Nanchu, “Where’s my chicken? I’ll go check on it first.”

Because of his extreme weakness, he felt unsteady on his feet. After taking two unsteady steps, he leaned against the wall and looked back at Song Nanchu, saying with a bitter face, "Why do I feel like I'm getting a little sick?"

Song Nan frowned as he looked at him, then slowly exhaled and said, "Your internal spiritual energy is running rampant, impacting your internal organs."

"I don't understand. What do you mean? Is it serious?" Xu Lingguang felt dizzy and belatedly touched his forehead, then said, "I think I have a fever."

Song Nanchu descended from the roof beam and transformed into human form, supporting him and saying, "If you allow spiritual energy to assault your internal organs, your body will soon be unable to withstand it."

Xu Lingguang blinked blankly, and it took him a while to process what was going on before he vaguely realized that things seemed a bit serious. But he didn't understand anything about spiritual power or the five internal organs, so he could only mutter a complaint: "Can't you just say it directly? I don't understand."

He looked up at Song Nanchu, his dark eyes filled with confusion and pity: "Can it be cured? Will I die?"

Song Nan met his gaze, then looked away after a moment: "You'll die."

Xu Lingguang: "..."

After a long while, he said "Oh" and then sighed.

Song Nan secretly observed him, moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

Xu Lingguang silently processed the situation for a while, then quickly accepted the fact. He stubbornly stood up, leaning against the wall, and asked, "Where are my chickens? I need to go check on them and give them some food and water."

Song Nanchu was surprised that he was still thinking about two pheasants at this time, and he felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

He pulled him back, looked into Xu Lingguang's eyes, and repeated, "You are very ill, you will die, you have at most two months to live."

Xu Lingguang opened his eyes wide and looked back, his expression innocent: "Yes, but even if I die tomorrow, I still have to eat today. I want to eat eggs."

Song Nanchu suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness and let go of her hand.

Xu Lingguang swayed like he was walking on clouds as he went to find his chickens.

He quickly found two pheasants under the tree, their claws still bound, and threw them under the big tree in the yard. Having been tied up all night without food or water, the two chickens were probably hungry, and were desperately stretching their necks to peck at the grass on the ground.

Xu Lingguang was heartbroken. He quickly picked up the pheasant, loosened the rope, and put it into the chicken coop he had prepared in advance. He then brought over yesterday's leftovers to feed the chicken.

The two pheasants perked up immediately when they saw the food.

Xu Lingguang squatted outside the chicken coop watching them peck at their food with great relish, his eyes shining brightly against his sickly face.

Song Nan stared at him for a long time before finally asking, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Xu Lingguang gave him a strange look: "Who isn't afraid of death? But if you're really going to die, being afraid won't help."

He watched the chickens pecking at rice intently for a while, then slowly stood up: "Besides, there are still two months left. Don't be so pessimistic. I'll find some time to go down the mountain and see a doctor. Maybe I can still save them."

He felt that since God had already allowed him to travel through time, he couldn't just die after only a couple of months without doing anything, could he?

That would be incredibly boring.

There might still be a chance to save it.

Song Nanchu was shocked by his blind optimism. After remaining silent for a long time, he finally made up his mind and took out a thin booklet from his pocket and handed it to him: "This is the most basic cultivation method of Qingyu Sect. You should start cultivating from scratch according to it. If you can control the chaotic spiritual power in your body, you may not die so quickly."

Xu Lingguang was surprised. He took the booklet and muttered, "Why didn't you say so earlier if you had a solution? Are you just trying to scare me?"

But after quickly flipping through a few pages, he looked up again, his face contorted in pain, and said, "I can recognize the words when they're separated, but I can't understand a single one when they're put together."

And he recalled the fear of being dominated by classical Chinese in high school.

Song Nanchu: "..."

Does amnesia make people stupid?