Life-Extending Vitality Pill

Zhang Hongxing's explanation of immortal cultivation completely overturned everything Zhang Jun and the others had imagined.

While Zhang Hongxing took Lele to kindergarten, they continued cultivating, but their enthusiasm had faded considerably from when they first began.

Once their stomachs started protesting, Li Xiuying was the first to stop and prepare food for everyone.

With her taking the lead, Zhang Ying and Yan Mei soon stopped as well.

Zhang Jun, the last holdout, only lasted another half hour.

As for Wenwen, Zhang Hongxing had already taken him along.

"Grandpa, can I go to kindergarten with Lele?"

Just as Lele was about to enter the kindergarten, Wenwen suddenly spoke up.

"Of course, but we'll have to go home and talk to your mom first."

"But Mom won't agree."

"Oh? Why not?"

"We've been away for several days already. Dad will call Mom soon, and then she'll take me back to Capital City."

"Don't you want to go back to Capital City, Wenwen?"

"No. I don't want to go back. I like it here with you, Grandpa. There's Lele, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, and Auntie. You're all really nice to me."

"Don't you miss your dad?"

"I don't miss Dad. He's always hitting me and Mom. I hate him."

Zhang Hongxing's expression instantly turned icy, and even the air around him grew colder. But he quickly remembered Wenwen was there and immediately reined in his aura.

"Be a good boy, Wenwen. Tell Grandpa why your dad hits you and your mom."

"Dad likes drinking. When he drinks too much, he hits Mom. I cry a lot, and Dad doesn't like me crying. When I cry, he hits me."

"Damn him!"

Zhang Hongxing was seething with rage. He could not understand why his daughter had kept silent about such abuse, even after he had told her he was an immortal cultivator.

"Be a good boy, Wenwen. Don't tell your mom about this today. Grandpa will find a way to let you stay."

"Okay. I promise I won't tell."

Zhang Hongxing quickly returned home with Wenwen, then told his family he was leaving. He had never hidden his plan to go to Xinzhou to help Professor Yang recover, so none of them had anything to worry about.

Before leaving home, Zhang Hongxing went to the backyard to collect a small piece of mulberry wood essence and took the potted peony as well.

Then he headed straight to the Jade Treasure Hall. The elderly woman looking after the place led him inside without a word as soon as she saw him. Clearly, Xu Qinian had given her instructions beforehand.

Using the mulberry wood essence from the tree that had attained sentience as the main ingredient and the peony he had tended for some time as a supplementary ingredient, Zhang Hongxing once again used the same medicinal furnace as his cauldron and began his second pill-refining session since coming to Earth.

This time, he was no longer making the most ordinary mortal-grade pills.

Instead, he was making an elementary spirit-grade pill that barely qualified as a miraculous spiritual medicine: the Life-Extending Vitality Pill.

As its name suggested, the Life-Extending Vitality Pill's primary purpose was naturally to extend one's lifespan. Taking one could add fifty years to an ordinary person's life. It could also restore vitality to the body.

An eighty-year-old who took this pill needed only some simple physical exercise to regain the appearance of a thirty-year-old within a month.

This round of pill refinement took Zhang Hongxing three days and three nights.

This time, he remembered to call both his family and Xu Qinian beforehand.

In the end, he produced nine pills.

Zhang Hongxing took four pills home and watched the four of them take one each before finally getting into a taxi bound for Xinzhou City.

When Xu Qinian heard he had arrived, he immediately came out to greet him.

"Master, I acted rashly this time."

"Forget it. Just make sure it never happens again."

"Thank you, Master."

Their exchange outside the hospital naturally drew a few curious looks, but neither Zhang Hongxing nor Xu Qinian cared. After master and disciple exchanged greetings, Zhang Hongxing turned his attention to Lin Kui, who had come out with Xu Qinian.

"If I ask you to investigate someone for me, can you do it?"

"Just give me the name, Senior. As long as the person's information isn't classified above A-Level, I guarantee I'll find out everything about him."

Lin Kui immediately agreed. Having Zhang Hongxing owe him a favor was a windfall straight from heaven.

"My daughter Zhang Ying's husband. His surname is Qin, and he's a sports star, though not a particularly famous one."

"Certainly. I'll have the information in your hands within a day, Senior."

"Thank you."

"You're too kind, Senior."

With his own business settled, Zhang Hongxing followed Xu Qinian into Professor Yang's hospital room. As though he had someone keeping an eye on everything, Liu Weimin also arrived at an extraordinarily "coincidental" moment.

"You're the master Physician Xu mentioned?"

Liu Weimin greeted Zhang Hongxing with open hostility. When he saw that Zhang Hongxing looked no older than thirty, what little unease he had felt vanished completely.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhang Hongxing gave Liu Weimin a cold glance, then turned toward Professor Yang, who was lying in the hospital bed.

"Lin, you're getting more and more reckless. You're letting someone who appeared out of nowhere treat Professor Xu? Judging by his appearance, I doubt he even has a medical license."

Despite Zhang Hongxing's sharp retort, Liu Weimin showed no sign of displeasure. Instead, he addressed Lin Mo, who stood beside the bed, in a gentle, persuasive tone.

Lin Mo looked at Zhang Hongxing, then at Liu Weimin, caught in a dilemma.

Seeing his hesitation, Lin Kui immediately stepped forward.

"Brother, have you forgotten what I told you? Would I lie to you about something this important?"

Lin Mo looked at his younger brother, then at Zhang Hongxing, but still could not decide. His concern had already clouded his judgment.

"Professor, what do you think?"

In the end, he could only pass the difficult decision to Professor Yang, who had already regained consciousness.

Professor Yang pushed against the bed with his hands, and Lin Mo immediately stepped forward to help him sit up.

"Physician Xu said you could restore my health and let me return to my workbench."

Zhang Hongxing nodded.

"Then how much longer could you let me keep working? Could I last another two years?"

Professor Yang looked at Zhang Hongxing expectantly. If he could have another two years, he believed his Maglev Train Project would certainly succeed.

"Yes."

Zhang Hongxing's answer was firm and decisive, but Liu Weimin refused to believe him.

"Young man, do you even know what you're saying? Do you actually have a medical license?"

"Professor, you can't just take his word for it. You're a scientist yourself. How can you refuse to trust a scientific assessment?"

Liu Weimin's words struck Professor Yang right in the heart. A man who worked in science was now forced to pin his hopes on someone who did not seem particularly scientific to save him.

It did sound rather ridiculous when put that way.

But what else could he do? Simply live out the rest of his days in peace?

Could he resign himself to that?

The answer was definite.

"Sir, please begin the acupuncture."

Professor Yang closed his eyes. Whatever anyone else said, he was ready.

Even if he died here, that would be his fate.

Of course, Zhang Hongxing had no need to perform acupuncture. Nor could acupuncture restore Professor Yang to full health in his current condition. Having only just recovered from a serious illness, and weakened by age on top of that, he could forget about returning to his workbench without at least six months of recuperation.

That was precisely why Zhang Hongxing had prepared the Life-Extending Vitality Pills beforehand.

Smack.

Zhang Hongxing pinched Professor Yang's mouth open and popped a Life-Extending Vitality Pill inside.