Body... Has a Problem

He quickly forced a smile and half-crouched in front of his grandfather, taking Golden Crocodile Douluo's hand and placing it on his own head.

Grandfather and grandson looked at each other, a deep warmth flowing between them, the bond of blood thicker than water.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's old eyes immediately turned red, and he sighed with relief, "Feng'er, you've truly grown up now."

"But I'm already old, and I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you for much longer..."

The old man's choked voice sounded incredibly heavy and sorrowful in the quiet courtyard.

Jin Lingfeng's eyes welled up. He suddenly realized his grandfather had aged significantly more than when he had left.

He quickly supported Golden Crocodile Douluo, smiling and comforting him, "Grandpa, you're not old at all, you're still very young."

"You will surely live as long as heaven and be as blessed as the East Sea!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded emotionally, taking his grandson's hand and saying excitedly, "Feng'er, you really know how to talk."

"Come, I've had people prepare many dishes you like. Tonight, accompany me for a few drinks..."

"No problem, Grandpa, I'll drink with you to your heart's content tonight, and we won't go home until we're both drunk!"

In the hall, Jin Lingfeng continuously toasted his grandfather, and the two drank heartily.

After a long while, a trace of drunkenness appeared in Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes, and he said displeasuredly with a heavy heart, "Feng'er, although Bibi Dong is your future mother-in-law, I am your real grandfather!"

"Why did you help her upgrade all nine of her Soul Rings to Hundred Thousand Year, but you didn't help me with even one!"

Jin Lingfeng was extremely embarrassed and quickly apologized with a smile, "Grandpa, it was my oversight before. I'll punish myself with three cups!"

After drinking the three cups, he continued, "Grandpa, starting tomorrow, I will help you upgrade your Soul Ring's age, all to Hundred Thousand Year Level."

"Also, I will help you refine your Soul Bones and increase their age, all to Hundred Thousand Year Level as well."

"I promise, from now on, if there's anything good, I'll think of Grandpa first..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed heartily, in a very good mood.

He reached out and patted his grandson's shoulder, saying with a serious expression, "Feng'er, that old fellow Qian Daoliu, he will definitely ask you to help him upgrade his Soul Rings and Soul Bones' age. You absolutely cannot help him!"

"I, Golden Crocodile, have been suppressed by him for half my life. Once my Soul Rings and Soul Bones all reach Hundred Thousand Year, I will definitely teach him a good lesson!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo chattered on, already drunk and fantasizing about beating Qian Daoliu to a pulp.

Seeing his grandfather so happy for once, Jin Lingfeng naturally agreed. The grandfather and grandson continued drinking and chatting...

Late at night, Golden Crocodile Douluo was completely drunk, and Jin Lingfeng sent him back to rest.

As he returned to his room, a white-haired old man appeared before him – it was Qian Daoliu.

Before Jin Lingfeng could speak, Qian Daoliu's face turned grim, and he said in a deep voice, "Feng'er, your grandfather's body... there's a problem!"

In the courtyard, the young man's face changed drastically upon hearing the words of the white-haired old man before him, feeling an unspeakable sadness in his heart.

He recalled seeing his grandfather in the evening and thinking he had aged much more than when he had left.

And he had spoken those lonely, sad words...

Qian Daoliu's sharp eyes revealed helplessness and sorrow as he looked at the young man before him and sighed, "Feng'er, as early as ten years ago."

"Your grandfather's old injury relapsed, and even I was helpless."

"About three months ago, his condition worsened again, but he still insisted and instructed me not to tell you..."

At this point, Qian Daoliu turned around, a crystal-clear liquid welling up in his eyes, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

He had contended with Golden Crocodile Douluo for half his life, quarreled for half his life. Although they always exchanged a few words when they met, their relationship was like that of brothers...

"Grandpa, I am unfilial!"

"So your injuries were already so severe."

"But I didn't notice for so many years. Grandpa, I am unfilial..."

Jin Lingfeng was overcome with emotion, his eyes already streaming with tears of sorrow.

He had been raised by Golden Crocodile Douluo. His grandfather was the person he respected most in this world.

For a moment, the atmosphere around them became heavy and sorrowful, with only low sobs echoing...

Qian Daoliu secretly wiped away the tear tracks at the corner of his eyes. He turned and placed his palm on the young man's shoulder, comforting him in a deep voice:

"Feng'er, don't be too sad. You need to pull yourself together."

"If you can cultivate to Level 100, perhaps you can heal Golden Crocodile's injuries."

"Your Primal Chaos Pearl Martial Soul is a more powerful God-tier Martial Soul than the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Perhaps it can create a miracle..."

In an instant, Jin Lingfeng was extremely excited, and a light rekindled in his eyes!

"Grandpa Qian, thank you for telling me these things."

"In front of Grandpa, I won't show it, so as not to make him sadder."

"From now on, I will focus on cultivating and strive to reach Level 100 as soon as possible!"

Jin Lingfeng's gaze was firm, and his tone was steady.

At this moment, he had grown a lot.

Qian Daoliu smiled with relief, patted the young man's shoulder with his right hand, and sighed:

"Feng'er, you've really grown up now."

"But don't put too much pressure on yourself. Grandpa Qian believes you will succeed."

At this moment, Qian Daoliu was no longer the aloof Great Priest of the Martial Soul Hall, but a kind old grandfather who saw his junior grow...

After a long while, Jin Lingfeng left.

In the courtyard, only Qian Daoliu remained.

He hid the sadness in his eyes, smiled bitterly, and shouted into the dark surroundings:

"Golden Crocodile, I know you're nearby. Come out."

The next moment, a flash of golden light appeared in the darkness, and a short, elderly figure walked out.

It was Golden Crocodile Douluo!

Now, where was there any trace of his previously drunken demeanor? He was so angry his beard bristled, and he glared:

"Qian Daoliu, you old fossil!"

"You actually told Feng'er about my business!"

"I won't let you off!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo approached and, with a fist full of rage, punched Qian Daoliu in the chest.

Qian Daoliu didn't dodge and staggered back a few steps.

Looking at his old friend of many years, he said bitterly:

"Golden Crocodile, if you still feel upset."

"Hit me a few more times. I promise I won't fight back."

Instantly, the two centenarians' eyes met. After a brief silence, they both smiled sincerely.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's anger subsided by more than half, but he still retorted:

"Tch, you old fossil, when did you become like a woman?"

"Over a hundred years old, practically on your deathbed, and you say such mushy things to disgust people. Truly speechless."

After speaking, he turned sideways, pretending to support his forehead with his right hand, and secretly wiped a corner of his eye...

Qian Daoliu saw this and didn't expose him.

With their decades of friendship, he knew that Golden Crocodile Douluo was just putting on a brave front, saving face, and was actually thin-skinned.

"Let's go, Golden Crocodile, let's go for a drink."

"Tonight, I'll drink with you until you're satisfied. We won't go home until we're drunk."

He walked over, put his arm around Golden Crocodile Douluo's shoulder, and said with a smile.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked disgusted:

"Old fossil, I knew you had no good intentions. You want me to die sooner, right?"

"You know I'm injured, and you still want me to go drinking!"

Qian Daoliu immediately let go of him and turned to leave.