A Life Beset by Misfortune

"You scholar, why are you still here? Aren't you afraid of wolves and tigers?!"

Yan Hong'an spoke, his voice low and deep.

Could this person be some kind of charlatan?

Although the other person looked quite dignified, he certainly didn't seem like someone capable of doing such a thing.

But you can know a person's face but not their heart; who can be sure this scholar isn't the real person?

Moreover, given her frail appearance, the fact that she dared to stay out all night suggests that she is not as simple as she seems.

"With so many people here, even jackals and tigers would have to be wary, right?"

Fang Zelin smiled upon hearing this.

Yan Hong'an frowned, realizing he wouldn't get any more information, so he simply stopped asking.

However, he would definitely be able to see through any trickery the other party was trying to pull.

"With such a bright moon tonight, we don't need to bother gathering firewood."

Fang Zelin raised his head and looked up at the night sky.

In just a short while, the moon had risen directly overhead.

The bright moonlight shone down, covering the mountaintops with a layer of silvery white.

The night sky was shrouded in a light mist, like a beautiful woman wearing a veil, half-concealing her face, which made the stars shine even brighter.

"Such a beautiful view would be wonderful if we could gather two or three close friends, share a pot of fine wine, and enjoy a drink together."

Fang Zelin exclaimed in admiration at the beautiful scenery, but his brows furrowed slightly after he finished speaking.

Strangely, the moonlight here is unusually bright.

Is this some kind of demonic entity drawing upon the power of the moonlight to cultivate?

Upon seeing this scene, Fang Zelin immediately realized that something was wrong.

Even on a full moon night, he was very clear about how the moonlight looked.

However, if a fairy were to cultivate by drawing upon the power of the moonlight, this place would become a bit brighter.

This is what the tiger and deer Demon Cultivator.

Every night, the moon in the night sky hangs like a lantern above Yingping Peak.

Even at night, there is no need to light a lamp.

"A friend's words."

Upon hearing this, Wu Biling was about to say something when she saw Fang Zelin suddenly stand up.

Then Fang Zelin interrupted her, saying, "Do you find anything strange?"

"What?"

The group of people clearly hadn't followed Fang Zelin's lead, and they were all taken aback upon hearing his words.

"The moonlight here is much brighter than in other places; there must be something unusual about it."

Fang Zelin spoke, he got up and looked around.

If that's the case, then this person isn't a fellow Daoist; it's probably some kind of demon cultivating here.

"Hehe, I didn't expect there to be such a quick-witted person."

Fang Zelin had barely finished speaking when an aged voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled, but then secretly delighted.

Is it that immortal?

At that moment, Wu Biling immediately thought of the immortals and quickly looked up.

In the distance, an old man had appeared in the moonlight, seemingly out of nowhere.

The old man was dressed in tattered clothes and held a withered piece of wood as a walking stick.

His hair and beard were all white, giving him a very old appearance.

Although he looked old, the old man was full of energy and appeared vigorous despite his advanced age.

One glance was enough to tell that the other person possessed a method for prolonging life.

"Are you the immortal from this Pine Mountain?"

Wu Biling looked at the old man in front of her with a joyful expression.

She had been prepared for the possibility that she might not be able to wait for him, but she never expected that she would actually be able to wait for him.

At this moment, not only she, but also her maids and servants were all filled with surprise and joy.

At this moment, a sly thought inevitably arose in their minds: now that they had met an immortal, could they perhaps gain some benefit from it?

"No."

Upon hearing this, the old man shook his head, glanced at Fang Zelin and the others present, and then sighed again.

"When Chu Lixiu gave him the Wondrous Blossom, he instructed him not to tell anyone else. But I never expected that this person would not only mention it, but also write a book about it."

"In that case, my place of cultivation is gone."

The old man's face fell as he spoke, his expression one of helplessness.

The old man's words immediately sent a jolt through everyone.

Although I don't know what the other party means by "nonsense," just hearing what they said makes me realize that they truly possess Wondrous Blossom.

That's enough!

Wu Biling came specifically for this Wondrous Blossom.

The other servants and others also harbored such fantasies.

If I were to obtain the Wondrous Blossom, I would be set for life, free from worries about food and clothing.

If I could obtain two Wondrous Blossom, sell one and keep the other for myself, that would be the best outcome!

"Ah, an immortal!"

Yan Hong'an stepped forward, looked at the old man in front of him, sized him up, and then sneered.

Seeing Yan Hong'an's unfriendly expression, the old man frowned slightly. "It seems you harbor great malice towards immortals. May I ask why?"

"That's because my family has suffered so much injustice since childhood, yet I've never seen you, the sages, offer any help or salvation!"

"Since you immortals possess such great Divine Ability, why do you only know how to satisfy your own selfish desires? Even in the mortal realm, there are chivalrous heroes who will draw their swords to help those in need!"

Yan Hong'an's hands trembled slightly, but he still spoke loudly.

The person in front of him was an immortal, so he naturally felt some fear.

The thought of all the injustices I suffered in my childhood is unbearable.

Is the world really this unfair?

Upon hearing this, the old man glanced at the other person a few more times, then suddenly realized, "Besides that, there's also the pain of losing your son, isn't there?"

"His wife also died in childbirth; his life was truly full of misfortune."

At this point, the old man couldn't help but shake his head.

Yan Hong'an was taken aback upon hearing this, and then his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He hadn't mentioned this to anyone outside the family. Was this person truly an immortal? How could he even know about something like this?

Just thinking about his wife made Yan Hong'an tremble uncontrollably, and his hands began to tighten involuntarily.

During the plague that year, he narrowly escaped but was still saved by his first wife.

His first wife was the daughter of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and after being treated by that doctor, he stayed at the doctor's house.

After staying for a while, the doctor had the idea of taking him as his apprentice. Seeing that the two had developed feelings for each other, he thought of letting him inherit his family business.

He was a doctor who had no children of his own, and he was worried that he would be left with no one to rely on after his daughter got married.

Unexpectedly, on their wedding day, the doctor couldn't bear to leave a villager bitten by a venomous snake, even though it was his daughter's wedding day.

He hurriedly left with his medicine kit on his back, instructing the two before he departed that if he failed to return on time, they should get married on schedule to avoid missing their auspicious day.

He was perfectly fine when he went there, but on his way back, he was so anxious, thinking he could attend his daughter's wedding, that he fell off a cliff and died.

To think that someone like his father-in-law could suffer such a fate, and then his wife died in childbirth.

From that moment on, Yan Hong'an harbored a grudge against those so-called immortals.

His father-in-law had treated countless people throughout his life, so why couldn't he enjoy a peaceful old age?

Are there any immortals as virtuous and noble as his father-in-law? If not, how could he possibly attain the position of an immortal?