Mysterious Figure

After chatting about some past events, the old man grew tired and gradually fell asleep. Zheng Linshou sighed, leaning on his cane, and left the ward.

It was as if two old friends, after a long separation, had a casual chat and then parted ways indifferently, even though it was highly probable they would never see each other again.

Zheng Linshou knew the other man was stubborn but very proud. If his descendants were to stay by his side, it would be one thing, but if his peers kept him company, the man would see it as a sign of disrespect.

The man seemed very nonchalant about death.

"After all, humans, if they've never seen Longevity, can willingly accept death, can't they?" Zheng Linshou mused, regretting that he might have remembered that period again.

Leaving the ward, he saw some professors and scholars standing in the hallway, visiting and conversing.

Zheng Linshou also exchanged pleasantries with a few professors. Most of their sentiments were variations of the same few phrases: "We're all getting old," "Hope the body stays healthy," "The old ailments are acting up again," "It's the younger generation's world now."

After chatting for about half an hour, they went downstairs.

Zhu Zhengwei was sitting in a coffee shop outside the hospital, ordering a cup of coffee. He sat by the window, gazing in the direction of the hospital.

"It seems a bit difficult to get in."

Going through normal channels was basically impossible.

After all, he wasn't someone he could just visit whenever he pleased.

What about hypnosis?

Hypnotize him, knock him out, kill his way through the night shift ward?

This was a high probability of failure and suicidal behavior.

"So the question is, how do I get in?"

Zhu Zhengwei frowned. "I don't intend to enter as a regular player, invited as a plant to see the scenery. What's the point of that? To help him sleep? My goal is, like those from the first batch of servers, to have this industry giant enter, recover his Root Dream, his home, his childhood, and start a new life. He'll preside over my Immortal Grass forest, research biodiversity, enrich the ecosystem, and completely transform my Witch Zhu era!"

In reality, the most foolproof way to enter wasn't nonexistent.

Find a server and use it as a stepping stone.

Hypnotize someone who wanted to visit the old professor, install an "installation package" in their mind, making them one of the servers.

And when that person visited, they would naturally install and spread the "installation package" in the professor's mind. Then, he could pull the old professor into the Dream Net.

It was safe and reliable, but just troublesome!

"After all, who to hypnotize is another issue. Those who can visit are either rich or noble. How to approach them is also a problem," Zhu Zhengwei frowned.

Just then, he suddenly saw two familiar figures walking out of the hospital. "Aren't these two already existing servers?"

Zheng Weiwei and her grandfather walked out of the hospital entrance.

Zheng Weiwei sighed, "Even that senior is leaving. Time is truly the world's most terrifying weapon. No matter how great a person is, they can't escape its blade. Grandpa, do you think there's really Longevity in this world?"

Although Zheng Linshou felt emotional, he remained silent in response to his granddaughter's question.

The teacher and the senior were clearly Eternals. Perhaps there were some hidden secrets in the ancient world, but the more he knew, the more he felt his own ignorance, and the more troubled he became.

Ignorance was bliss.

Perhaps this was why the teacher had sealed his memories.

From a certain perspective, he hoped his granddaughter would forget about it.

After all, he had faced death with acceptance, just like his old friend, but after suddenly remembering that period, fear involuntarily arose in his mind.

Distracted, his answer to his granddaughter was vague, "Perhaps there is, perhaps there isn't. After all, superstition is not advisable. We should believe in modern science."

"There definitely is!"

Zheng Weiwei's thinking was more youthful. "What is science? How do you know Longevity isn't science? Living for a few hundred years isn't scientific? Modern human lifespans are increasing rapidly. Perhaps with continued scientific development, humanity will crack the mystery of cellular aging? After all, technology is advancing by leaps and bounds."

Zheng Weiwei paused and said, "Besides, what is superstition and myth? To ancient humans, we would be myths! My best friend was telling me recently: if an ancient person came to modern times, they would definitely think they had arrived in a world of myths."

"Because we can communicate across thousands of miles, project images from afar, have a magic net above our heads, omniscient and omnipotent."

Her voice was firm and powerful. "We each have a Cave Mansion, magic arrays on our walls, as intricate as a net."

"We even have mounts of immortals, riding birds to soar thousands of meters high, riding dragons to travel ten thousand miles a day, and our rulers are like heavenly emperors from myths."

Zheng Linshou listened, dumbfounded.

He thought about it carefully, and it was indeed true.

From this perspective, wasn't this prosperous era the scene described in ancient myths?

Could it be that these ancient civilization legends were actually remnants of a highly developed prehistoric civilization?

"Who told you that? It's quite an interesting idea," Zheng Linshou said.

"Uh!"

Zheng Weiwei scratched her head. "I heard it from my best friend. She learned it from a game and thought it was quite interesting. Apparently, it's a beautiful wallpaper game for aiding sleep. I wanted to check it out too, but the beta slots were full, and I didn't get one. I don't know when the next batch of slots will open."

As the two were chatting, they suddenly felt an inexplicable pull, drawing their gazes toward a certain spot.

Under the scorching sun, in the distance, by the side of a flyover, stood a young man wearing a mask. He had a slender build, a tear mole, and exuded a unique aura.

Their eyes lit up.

Was this encounter a coincidence, or were they deliberately seeking them out?

Zhu Zhengwei glanced at them and said, "I have traveled to many places. Zeng Civen and I had an old connection. I heard his lifespan is nearing its end, and he has come this time to transfer a breath of Qi to him, which can extend his life for a period, thus settling an old debt."

The two were shocked.

A breath of Qi?

Extend life?

What kind of divine ability was this? It was simply outrageous!

Zheng Linshou quickly asked, "Then why didn't you go see him yourself? However, he just fell asleep."

Fell asleep?

Isn't that the best opportunity?

Zhu Zhengwei slowly stood up, looked at Zheng Weiwei, and patiently said, "I won't go see him. I will transfer a breath of Qi to you. You will return to the hospital room, and this karma will naturally be settled."

Zheng Weiwei's vision went completely white.

Transfer a breath of Qi to me, and then I give it to him?

This was truly the method of an Immortal from myths!

What was the principle behind this!

"I understand, sir." Zheng Weiwei immediately stood at attention, her expression serious, waiting for the breath of Qi to arrive.

"It has already passed." Zhu Zhengwei turned and left.

"It passed?" Zheng Weiwei was stunned. She felt as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Zhu Zhengwei about to leave, she dared not stop him and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, can we meet again?"

"We will meet again soon." Zhu Zhengwei nodded.

Zhu Zhengwei thought to himself, this is simpler than he imagined. As long as this young lady here leads the devil—no, brings him into the village, and gets close to the target, it will be done.

As for whether he would be exposed?

It was basically impossible to be exposed.

Because Zheng Linshou was extremely respectful of his teachers and would not gossip, keeping it to himself. Zheng Weiwei was the same; they would not reveal his existence.

Moreover, even if they knew, so what?

In the end, they were just aliases. As long as no one knew his true identity, it was fine.

Zhu Zhengwei walked away step by step, disappearing from their sight, disappearing into the sunlight.

"That was!!"

Zheng Weiwei suddenly pointed at the man's retreating figure, her face filled with shock.

He was enveloped in colorful Qi and radiant clouds, his white light sacred, as he gradually disappeared.

In reality, witnessing a scene akin to a wuxia movie was incredibly shocking to them.

As Zhu Zhengwei disappeared down the street, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, "This Umbrella Shield is quite useful. Not only can it act as an air umbrella, but it can also change the refraction of sunlight, turning it into a prism and creating a rainbow."

This move, he called it science!

After all, his current level wasn't really that high.

He couldn't use the Qi Drawing Method in the real world to draw upon the Qi of the entire world to cast spells. It could be understood as a world where Qi had dried up in the Age of Dharma's End. His level as a Great Witch of the Fourth Dimension could still barely sweep through a region in the Four-dimensional world, but in reality, without Qi to draw upon, he could only rely on his own reserves, feeling weakened by several thousand times.

In fact, he had chosen this moment precisely because it was high noon under a scorching sun, and there were no people around.

Meanwhile.

Zheng Weiwei fell silent for a moment, then excitedly turned and returned to the hospital, went upstairs, and entered the ward.

"A breath of Qi has already been transferred to me? How come I didn't know? Then how do I transfer this breath of Qi to the other person?" She stood before the hospital bed, still hesitating.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhengwei was secretly manipulating her as a medium, drawing him into the Dream Net while the other person slept.

Zeng Civen, lying on the hospital bed, seemed to be half-asleep and half-awake. In his blurry vision, he saw another young man appear beside the bed and instinctively called out, "Grandson, which old friend is visiting again this time?"

But then he saw a gentle and refined young man gradually standing by the bedside, quietly looking at him.

"If life could start over, if time could flow backward, returning to the very beginning, to the moment you were just born, would you be willing?"