Nourishing

My cousin's name is Xue Gaibao, and he is the only son of Yue Qianchou's mother's brother. The Xue family was a wealthy and noble family, and Yue Changgui's rise to prominence was due to marrying a woman from the Xue family. A few years ago, the Xue family offended the authorities and was completely destroyed, leaving only the sole heir, Xue Gaibao. He sought refuge with his aunt, Xue Erniang, who is Yue Qianchou's mother. Due to their close familial ties and the Yue family's gratitude, Xue Gaibao was treated as their own son.

Half a month ago, Xue Gaibao invited his cousin Yue Qianchou for an outing, but they encountered kidnappers. Xue Gaibao escaped, while Yue Qianchou was captured. After being taken to the bandit stronghold, Yue Qianchou learned from a minor leader that the kidnapping was a conspiracy between his cousin and the bandits. Confined in the stable of the stronghold, Yue Qianchou initially refused to believe it. It wasn't until he accidentally witnessed his cousin arriving at the stronghold with his own eyes that he finally believed.

It could be said he was lucky. On the very day his cousin visited the stronghold, a big yellow dog he owned managed to track him down by his scent. After biting through the ropes that bound him, the man and his dog fled into the wilderness. Fortunately, the big yellow dog knew the way, and after more than three days of escape, they finally arrived outside Swallow City. As he was nearing home, the starving and exhausted young master Yue could no longer endure and collapsed.

After Guo Jianjun's death, for reasons unknown, he possessed the body of the unconscious Yue Qianchou. When he woke up, he didn't recognize the dog at first! In order to survive, he killed it. It could be said that the big yellow dog saved its master's life twice! It was just a bit unwilling to die.

The young master couldn't understand why his cousin wanted to harm him before he fainted. While he couldn't understand, Guo Jianjun could. Yue family's only son, if the son died, the family fortune would naturally fall into the nephew's hands.

A shadow flashed across Xue Gaibao's face, which he quickly concealed. He then smiled kindly at Guo Jianjun. Oh, I made a mistake, he should be called Yue Qianchou now.

"Damn dog, it seems he's still determined to destroy me! If he gets me killed again, all these years of being an elder brother will have been for nothing. Ungrateful wretch, let's see how I deal with you," Yue Qianchou thought to himself.

The doctor arrived, took his pulse, and declared that he was only a little weak and would recover in a few days with rest.

After all the commotion, only the attending maid remained in the room. Yue Qianchou remained silent, his mind still a bit jumbled, with two sets of thoughts constantly alternating. He needed to sort things out.

After some time, Yue Qianchou finally understood the prevalence of ancient costumes around him. In the language of his past life, this was undoubtedly ancient times. But apart from the language and script, this ancient era did not belong to any dynasty he knew. He had no idea where he had transmigrated to, only knowing that this place was called the Huaxia Empire. The meaning of the name, from his past life's perspective, was still acceptable.

In short, the customs and traditions of life here were no different from ancient China in his past life.

Yue Qianchou was amused. He had read many transmigration novels in his past life, where the protagonists always achieved great things. Should he also try to usurp the throne? If that didn't work out, becoming a powerful figure would also be a good option. However, he gave up the thought. Politics was too terrifying and exhausting. In his past life, he had the chance to get involved a little, but he didn't handle it well, and now he was dead here.

From Yue Qianchou's memories, he was surprised to discover that immortals truly existed in this world, and it was common knowledge. He had even seen one personally.

There was one scene like this: one day, while traveling, he ventured into a place of green mountains and clear waters. He discovered an exceptionally beautiful woman with a sword on her back, washing her long hair by a mountain spring. The peerless beauty noticed Yue Qianchou and let out a cold snort. She stood up with her graceful posture, her white clothes like snow, and her long sword flew out from behind her. The beauty then stepped onto her sword and vanished like a streak of light. That peerless face lingered in Yue Qianchou's mind for a long time.

Now lying in bed, Yue Qianchou replayed that scene repeatedly. He had to admit that the girl was incredibly stunning. In his past life, he had experienced the beauty of many women, including many foreigners, but none could compare to that immortal sister.

It was unattainable! Such beauty, and yet he couldn't even savor it, was not the act of a true man. Yue Qianchou felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, and he cried out in despair, "Damn it!"

Qingcao, the maid in the room, heard her young master call out and hurried over to ask, "Young master! Are you thirsty? I'll pour you some water."

Yue Qianchou rolled his eyes. This maid's comprehension was too poor. How could "Damn it!" be heard as "I'm thirsty"? He then understood; this era didn't have that word yet. There was nothing he could do. Qingcao brought a cup of water and, lifting Yue Qianchou with her slender arm, he took a sip. He smelled a faint scent of virginity in his nostrils. He glanced at Qingcao and thought to himself, "One good thing about this place is that things that were almost extinct in my past life are plentiful here, really plentiful!"

Suddenly, another problem came to mind. He wondered if that peerless beauty was already taken. Such beauty, and likely many people were interested in her. It was over, it was over. The difference in status was too great; he had no hope! Sooner or later, she would fall into someone else's hands, and that wouldn't do at all!

Zhao Wuchou, who had been lying on the bed as if dead moments ago, suddenly sat up, his heart filled with anxiety. This startled the maid Qingcao, who quickly rushed over to support him and asked, "Young master! What are you doing?" How could she know that her young master had made up his mind to cultivate immortality in this life?

"Alas!" Yue Qianchou sighed and lay back down, his heart turning cold. "Where am I supposed to find a path to immortality? I have no clue. By the time I actually become an immortal, the best ones will already be taken. Do you expect the cabbage in the pigsty to wait for everyone to compete and see who can get it?"

Just as he was heartbroken, Xue Gaibao entered with a small bowl. Qingcao quickly took it. Yue Qianchou's eyes immediately became alert when he saw this guy. Xue Gaibao sat by the bed, grabbed his hand, and shook his head with a bitter smile, saying, "Cousin, it's all my fault. If I hadn't invited you out that day, we wouldn't have encountered the kidnappers and caused you to suffer. Fortunately, you returned safely, otherwise, I would truly feel guilty for the rest of my life and would never be able to face Uncle and Aunt again."

"Damn it, you bastard, crying crocodile tears and putting on a show. Do you think I'm still that idiot Yue Qianchou!" he cursed inwardly, but forced a smile on his face. "This is not your fault, cousin. Don't take it to heart. It's in the past, let's just consider it my bad luck." While saying this, he added inwardly, "It's your bad luck to have run into me. Once I recover, I'll kill you immediately. Keeping you around would mean I think my life is too long."

"It's good that you can think this way, cousin. I have nothing more to say," Xue Gaibao said, wiping away two tears from the corner of his eye. He took the small bowl from Qingcao and said, "This is chicken soup that I personally cooked for you, cousin, to calm your nerves and as an apology. Come, Qingcao, help your cousin sit up, and I'll feed him myself."

As Qingcao was about to comply, Yue Qianchou quickly stopped her, his expression serious. "Cousin! Didn't you say we should let the past be the past? What do you mean by this? A gentleman stays away from the kitchen. For you to personally cook for me, do you want me to never have peace of mind in my life? How can I drink this chicken soup?"

"This is..." Xue Gaibao started to explain, but Yue Qianchou quickly interrupted, "Cousin, don't say any more. I absolutely will not drink this chicken soup. Qingcao, please escort my cousin out." With that, he turned his back to them, feigning anger.

Xue Gaibao was stunned. He never expected his usually obedient cousin to be so assertive today. He felt uneasy, wondering if his actions had been discovered. Then he thought it was impossible; he had done everything flawlessly, so it shouldn't have been discovered. His expression eased slightly, and he said sheepishly, "Since that's the case, I'll leave first, cousin. Please rest well."

After he left, Yue Qianchou turned over and looked at the small bowl on the table, thinking to himself, "I still dare to eat what you sent? Isn't that asking for death? Who knows if you poisoned it. No, I need to get rid of him as soon as possible. Living in constant fear is not good."

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