Zhen Yuanzi, It's Been a While!

After practicing by the lake for a while, the three of them exchanged a few words. Qin Fen also shared some of his insights into circulating qi and blood with the two old men, and all three benefited greatly.

After greeting them, Qin Fen returned home with Little Bean, who had been noisily claiming territory along the way. He ate a little, casually flopped onto the sofa, and glanced at his phone, only to find a familiar face appearing: the Ancestor of Earthly Immortals, Zhen Yuanzi.

They were familiar, meaning they had met more than once, but they had never actually spoken. Qin Fen found it rather amusing. "Does this count as being familiar strangers?"

With Zhen Yuanzi added to the mix, Qin Fen began wondering whether he should chat with him. Ginseng Fruit! It was a heavenly treasure on the same level as Peaches of Immortality and the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. It would be a pity not to get his hands on some.

But even if he did, it would be useless. For now, all he could do was improve their opinion of him.

Forget it, he might as well chat. It was just something to pass the time anyway. Qin Fen tapped Zhen Yuanzi's profile picture and connected the video call.

What appeared on the screen was a plaza. The Taoist temple was solemn and quiet. Zhen Yuanzi had bathed, burned incense, and was standing before an altar. There was only an incense burner on it—nothing else.

Qin Fen understood what he intended to do. Zhen Yuanzi was the Ancestor of Earthly Immortals. He did not worship the Three Pure Ones; he revered only Heaven and Earth.

Holding the incense, Zhen Yuanzi bowed and paid his respects with utmost sincerity. Nearby, the two young Daoist attendants, Qingfeng and