An Immortal Fallen to the Mortal World

"Clink, clank..."

The Jun residence.

Outside the kitchen.

A group of cooks exchanged helpless looks.

Who could have imagined that one day the young master of the Jun residence would be competing with them for work?

Once in a while would have been one thing, but had he gotten addicted to it?

Worst of all, they were cooks, yet the dishes they made weren't as delicious as those made by a pampered young master.

That was truly a blow.

"It smells so good!"

A maid standing nearby drooled, her eyes fixed on the kitchen door.

Before long, Jun Jingyi emerged carrying a pot of soup and walked slowly toward the room.

He set the soup on the table and nodded in satisfaction. Three dishes and a soup, all done.

Time to eat.

He failed to notice the pale-faced young man across from him, whose gaze held surprise, curiosity, bewilderment, and complicated emotions.

"You... cooked this yourself?"

the young man asked curiously.

"Yeah, the cooks' food isn't good. Come on, try this twice-cooked pork."

Jun Jingyi ate happily.

The young man: ...

He felt that he had encountered more strange things since waking up this time than he had in the previous dozen or so years of his life.

Why, in a world with such a strict hierarchy and order between high and low, was there a young master who joked casually with maids and shot the breeze with servants?

Why, in a world where all pursuits were lowly and only scholarship stood above them, was there a handsome young master of remarkable literary talent and graceful bearing who cooked for himself?

A gentleman kept his distance from the slaughterhouse and the kitchen!

And...

I should count as a stranger to this guy, shouldn't I?

And the kind who was covered in blood when we first met. Yet now he's letting me sit at his table and eat with him just like that?

After puzzling over it for a long time without an answer, the young man gave up and began scrambling for the rapidly disappearing food.

That aside.

Over the past few days, he had learned one thing: this guy's cooking really was delicious.

He felt that even the imperial chefs in the palace couldn't do any better.

"Burp..."

Before long, Jun Jingyi let out a satisfied belch.

The young man was speechless.

He was still sitting right here, yet this guy truly paid no attention to etiquette and had no shame at all.

"What's with that look?"

Jun Jingyi curled his lip. "Can't a person live a little more freely? So many rules. You might not be tired, but I'm tired just watching you."

"There isn't anyone else here now. Is there any need to put on an act? Isn't it better to do whatever feels comfortable?"

"Cough, cough!"

The young man didn't want to argue.

Over the past few days, he had argued with Jun Jingyi over many things and hadn't won once.

That mouth of his had too many twisted arguments.

"Tsk. Oh, right, there's something I wanted to ask you."

Jun Jingyi suddenly asked, his expression serious.

"Hm?"

The young man was surprised. After all these days, had this guy finally made up his mind to ask him to repay the favor?

"Could you give me some pointers on practicing martial arts?"

Jun Jingyi asked worriedly.

This was, after all, an age of cold weapons. Without enough strength of his own, he always felt unsafe.

But the martial arts available for purchase on the market were all very poor.

The good ones were controlled by various powers.

He had thought about it for a long time before he finally managed to ask.

Because that meant keeping this guy around, which meant unknown trouble!

"You want to practice martial arts? Why?"

The young man's expression grew somewhat serious as he looked at Jun Jingyi. Pampered young masters like him generally weren't supposed to enjoy practicing martial arts.

After all, they had power and influence, so why put themselves through hardship?

"Hmm..."

After some thought, Jun Jingyi sighed softly. "I don't want to die."

"Pfft... cough, cough!"

The young man, who was drinking tea, nearly spat it out.

He had imagined many high-sounding reasons Jun Jingyi might give.

For example, serving his country.

Or protecting his family.

All sorts of reasons, but this one...

"Cough, cough. Honest enough, but..."

"As a member of the Jun Family, there shouldn't be anyone who can kill you, or rather, who would kill you!"

"So you don't need to worry about that."

Jun Jingyi frowned.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, that should have been the case.

But in his case, normal didn't apply... he was the villain!

He shook his head helplessly. "I can't feel at ease!"

The young man: ...

He was completely at a loss. This guy was that timid?

Why had he dared to save him back then?

But he couldn't be bothered to say anything more. He wouldn't refuse his benefactor's request.

He nodded lightly. "We'll start tomorrow!"

"All right. Oh, can you disguise yourself?"

Jun Jingyi suddenly changed the subject and asked.

Before long, Jun Jingyi looked at the scar-covered face in front of him. Amazed, he also nodded lightly.

He turned around and said, "Let's go. I have business outside today, and I wouldn't feel at ease leaving you here alone."

"Uh..."

The young man looked at Jun Jingyi suspiciously.

Why did he feel like the man was finding himself a bodyguard?

But looking at his unchanging expression... maybe he had gotten it wrong.

He really was looking out for him!

He shouldn't judge a gentleman's heart by a petty man's measure.

On the road.

Jun Jingyi walked along happily.

He passed a little beggar by the roadside and had already walked past him, but then he went back and tossed a few copper coins into his bowl.

"You want to help him?"

The young man looked at Jun Jingyi in confusion. "Then why didn't you give him more?"

"Hm?"

Jun Jingyi looked at the young man as if he were an idiot. After a long while, he shook his head and spoke softly as he walked.

"Why should I help him? I don't owe him anything. I have money, but that doesn't mean I owe him any of it."

"Then you..."

"I'm just happy today. Besides, doing one good deed a day makes me even happier."

Jun Jingyi chuckled.

It was a habit from his previous life: giving a yuan to people begging when he passed them.

It wasn't much and didn't affect his life, but it made him happy for the whole day, because he had done a good deed!

A yuan for a day of happiness. Worth it!

The young man was once again at a loss for words.

He looked at Jun Jingyi with a complicated gaze.

He had nothing to say.

He always felt that this man was out of place in the mortal world, that everything he did was too strange.

For a moment, a bold thought came to him.

Could he be an immortal who fell into the mortal realm?

Traveling through the mortal world?