Mysterious Figure

After chatting about some things from the past, the old man grew tired and gradually fell asleep. Zheng Linshou leaned on his cane, sighed, and left the hospital room.

It was as calm as two old friends who had been separated for a long time chatting again before going their separate ways, even though there was a good chance they would never meet again.

Zheng Linshou knew that the other man was stubborn and cared deeply about his dignity. His grandchildren were one thing, but if people of his own generation kept accompanying him, the other man would instead feel that they looked down on him.

The other man faced death with remarkable ease.

"After all, if a person has never seen immortality, they can accept death willingly, right?" Zheng Linshou sighed. Perhaps he should have regretted remembering that part of his past again.

After leaving the hospital room, he saw several professors and scholars standing in the corridor, also paying a visit and chatting.

Zheng Linshou exchanged a few words of concern with several professors. Most of their sentiments boiled down to the same things: everyone was getting old, their health was still holding up, their old ailments had flared up again recently, and the future belonged to the younger generation.

They chatted for nearly half an hour before going downstairs.

Zhu Zhengwei was sitting in a coffee shop outside the hospital. He had ordered a cup of coffee and was seated by the window, gazing toward the hospital.

"Looks like getting in will be a little difficult."

Going through the normal procedures was basically impossible.

After all, with someone of that stature, it was not as though one could visit him simply because one wanted to.

And hypnosis?

Hypnotize him, knock him out, then storm in like some late-night hospital massacre?

That would be an extremely likely way to court death.

"So here's the question: how am I supposed to get in?"

Zhu Zhengwei frowned. "I don't plan to go in as an ordinary player, or enter as an invited plant to sightsee, so what use would that be? Put him to sleep? My goal is to let this industry giant, like the people from the first batch of Servers, recover his Root Dream after entering, along with his home and childhood, and begin another life. Then he can oversee my Immortal Grass Forest, study biological diversity, enrich the ecosystem, and completely transform my Shaman Zhu Era!"

In truth, there was a safest way to get inside.

Find a server and use it as a stepping stone.

Hypnotize someone outside who wanted to visit the old professor, install an "installation package" in their mind, and turn them into one of the Servers.

Then, when that person visited the professor with the Server inside them, the "installation package" would naturally be installed and spread into the professor's mind. That way, he could pull the old professor into the dream network.

It was safe and reliable, but troublesome!

"After all, deciding whom to hypnotize is another problem. Anyone who can visit him is either rich or influential. How am I supposed to get in contact with them?" Zhu Zhengwei frowned.

Just then, he suddenly saw two familiar figures walking out of the hospital. "Aren't these two already ready-made Servers?"

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

Zheng Weiwei sighed. "Even that senior is about to pass away. Time really is the most terrifying weapon in the world. Not even the greatest person can escape its blade. Grandpa, do you think immortality really exists in this world?"

Although Zheng Linshou was filled with emotion, he fell silent at his granddaughter's question.

His teacher and senior were clearly immortals. Perhaps some secrets were hidden in the ancient world, but the more one knew, the more one realized how ignorant one was, and the more troubled one became.

Ignorance was bliss.

Perhaps that was also why his teacher had sealed away his memories.

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

After all, he had originally faced death as calmly as this old friend, but once he suddenly recalled that memory, fear had involuntarily appeared before his eyes.

Distracted and uneasy, he gave his granddaughter an ambiguous answer. "Perhaps it exists, perhaps it doesn't. After all, superstition is unacceptable. We should believe in modern science."

"It definitely exists!"

Zheng Weiwei was young in her thinking. "What is science? How do you know immortality isn't science? Is living for several hundred years really unscientific? Modern human lifespans are increasing rapidly. Perhaps if science continues to advance, humanity will unravel the mystery of cellular aging. After all, technology is developing at an astonishing pace."

Zheng Weiwei paused, then said, "Besides, what superstition or mythology is there? To ancient humans, we are mythology! I was chatting with my best friend recently, and she said that if an ancient person came to the modern era, they would definitely think they had entered the Mythological World."

"That's because every one of us can transmit voices over a thousand miles, project images across space, have a magical network above our heads, and be Omniscient and Omnipotent."

Her voice was firm and powerful. "We all have a Cave Mansion, with walls covered in Magic Arrays as intricate as a web."

"We even have immortal steeds, riding birds into the sky for tens of thousands of meters and riding dragons to travel ten thousand miles in a day. And our rulers are the divine emperors of mythology."

Zheng Linshou was dumbfounded.

He thought about it carefully and realized that it really was true.

From this perspective, wasn't the prosperous world before them exactly like the scenes described in ancient mythology?

Could it be that the legends of ancient civilization were actually remnants of a highly advanced Prehistoric Civilization?

"Who did you hear that from? It sounds like a rather 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 pretty interesting. Apparently, it's a Wallpaper Game with beautiful scenery for helping people sleep. I want to take a look too, but all the beta-test slots were full, so there wasn't one for me. I don't know when the next batch will open."

As the two chatted,

they suddenly sensed a strange attraction that drew their gazes toward a certain place.

Under the blazing sun, a young man wearing a mask stood by a distant overpass. He had a slender build, a beauty mark beneath one eye, and an unusual charm radiating from him.

Their eyes lit up.

Was his appearance an accidental encounter brought about by fate, or had he deliberately come looking for them?

Zhu Zhengwei glanced at them and said, "I once traveled through many places. Zeng Civen and I shared an old connection. I heard that his lifespan is nearly at an end, so I came this time to send him a breath of qi. It can extend his life for a while and settle a karmic debt."

The two were shocked.

A breath of qi?

Extending his life?

What kind of divine ability was this? This was simply absurd!

Zheng Linshou hurriedly asked, "Then why don't you go see him personally? However, he only just fell asleep."

Fell asleep?

Wasn't that the best possible opportunity?

Zhu Zhengwei slowly stood up and looked at Zheng Weiwei. Patiently, he said, "I won't go see him. I'll send a breath of qi into you. When you return to the hospital room, the karmic debt will naturally be settled."

Zheng Weiwei's entire field of vision turned brilliantly white.

Send a breath of qi to me, and I'll give it to him?

This really was the method of an immortal from mythology!

What on earth was the principle behind it?

"I understand, sir." Zheng Weiwei immediately stood at attention, putting on a solemn expression as she waited for the breath of qi to arrive.

"It has already passed over." Zhu Zhengwei turned and walked away.

"It has?" Zheng Weiwei was instantly dumbfounded. She felt as though nothing had happened at all.

But when she saw Zhu Zhengwei about to leave, she did not dare stop him. She could not help asking, "Sir, will we meet again?"

"We'll meet again soon." Zhu Zhengwei nodded.

Zhu Zhengwei thought that things seemed simpler than he had imagined. As long as this girl led the enemy—no, led him into the village and brought him close to the target, it would be done.

As for whether he would be exposed?

He basically would not be.

Zheng Linshou was an extremely respectful person who honored his teacher and valued morality. He would not gossip, but would keep it buried in his heart. Zheng Weiwei was the same. Neither of them would expose his existence.

Besides, so what if they found out?

It was ultimately just an alias. As long as no one knew his true identity, everything was fine.

Step by step, Zhu Zhengwei walked away, vanishing from their sight and disappearing beneath the sunlight.

"That's...!"

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

She saw colorful Rosy Cloud Qi coiling around his entire body, while a holy white light shone brightly. In the end, he disappeared step by step.

To them, seeing a scene that looked like something from an immortal cultivation film in the real world was tremendously shocking.

After Zhu Zhengwei disappeared around the street corner, he could not help laughing inwardly. "This Umbrella Shield is pretty useful. It can not only serve as an air umbrella, but also alter the refraction of sunlight and turn into a prism, creating a rainbow."

Now that was what one called science!

After all, his current level really was not very high.

The Qi Drawing Method could not be used in the real world to stir the Spiritual Qi of the entire world and cast spells. It could be understood as the Spiritual Qi having dried up in the Age of Declining Dharma. His fourth-level Grand Blessing Shaman strength could still barely push across an area in the Four-dimensional world, but in reality, with no qi to draw upon, he could only rely on his own reserves. It felt as though he had been weakened by several thousand times.

In fact, he had also seen that it was the middle of the day under the blazing sun, with hardly anyone around. Only then had he dared to pull off such a stunt.

At this moment,

Zheng Weiwei was silent for a moment before hurriedly turning around in excitement and returning to the hospital. She went upstairs and entered the hospital room.

"I've already been given a breath of qi? Why don't I know anything about it? How am I supposed to give this breath of qi to him?" She stood before the hospital bed, still hesitating.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhengwei had already secretly manipulated her as a medium and pulled Zeng Civen into the dream network while he slept.

On the hospital bed, Zeng Civen was half asleep and half awake. In his daze, he saw another young man arrive beside the bed and instinctively called out, "Grandson, which old friend has come to visit this time?"

But what he saw was a refined and gentle young man standing quietly by the bed, watching him.

"If your life could begin again—if time could flow backward and return to the very beginning, to the moment you were born—would you be willing?"