In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path Chapter 950

Chapter 950: 382: Incarnation encounters danger and self-destructs!

Mortal Divine Doctor Chen Qingniu (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3 Chapter 950: 382: Incarnation encounters danger and self-destructs!

Mortal Divine Doctor Chen Qingniu (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3 At the doorway, a husky-headed boy who was knocking almost hit Chen Dengming, who was opening the door.

Seeing that Chen Dengming had already packed his dicine chest, the anxious expression on his face turned to surprise and emotion, “Uncle Chen, did you co out with the dicine chest as soon as you heard my voice?”

Barely waiting for Chen Dengming to respond, the boy’s expression turned anxious again, “Uncle Chen, my grandfather may really be dying.

Please, co and see him.”

“Mm, Little Stone, let’s go!”

Chen Dengming smiled and waved his hand.

So passers-by who saw him stopped and respectfully perford the fist-and-palm salute, saying, “Divine Doctor Chen.”

Over the past six years, he had taken the alias Chen Qingniu and practiced dicine all around, traveled through several mortal nations, and visited many renowned rivers and remote corners of the mortal world.

In that ti, he administered aid, doing only what was expected of him as a mortal healer, never showing off his divine powers to attract trouble, leading a quiet and unremarkable life.

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During these years, he witnessed the suffering of mortals tornted by illness, saw farewells that ca with disease-ridden death, and observed much gratitude from families, and at tis, resentnt as rewards for his kindness.

Thus, the Cultivation World saw less of the Fighting Longevity Monarch Chen Baimao, who gave enemies nightmares on the battlefield, but the mortal realm gained a fad healer who helped the dying, Chen Qingniu.

Still, even as a mortal who had beco famous, he could not avoid trouble.

Consequently, Chen Dengming had to keep moving, rarely staying in one place for more than half a year.

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Before long, Chen Dengming followed the young boy, Shi Changqing, to a secluded part of the town, arriving at a dilapidated old house district.

The mortals living here all had hunger written on their faces, entangled in poverty.

But seeing Chen Dengming, they all showed friendly and simple smiles, so even blessing Shi Changqing’s grandfather to pull through.

Chen Dengming liked the atmosphere here.

Despite the poverty, sotis not managing even one al a day, there was no scheming among the neighbors here; they often helped each other.

There were also no incidents of bullies coming to oppress these poor people.

That was because it was too impoverished here, to the extent that it didn’t even attract oppressors’ attention.

In the Cultivation World, such scenarios are rare.

Most cultivators are very pragmatic and indifferent; it would be considered good if they didn’t sche against and harm each other, let alone help one another.

Because of this, Chen Dengming also felt a lot of sincere spirits.

Half a year ago, when he walked into this place and treated so people, these poor individuals always kept him in mind and respected him.

Soon, he entered a decrepit courtyard.

The houses here were very shabby, the walls already mottled and yellowed.

The wooden beams had been gnawed by termites, and the holes in the roof were now beyond repair.

In the very center of the house, an old man lay on a brick bed, his complexion pale, breathing irregularly, evidently waiting for the end of his life.

“His life is coming to an end…”

Chen Dengming sighed inwardly.

Before arriving, he had already anticipated this result.

With his abilities, if combined with so life-prolonging dicine, he naturally could barely keep this old man’s breath going for another year or two.

However, as a mortal healer, in these years he had never used immortal techniques or spiritual materials to save people, which would not only disrupt the natural cycle of life and death in the mortal world but also destroy the purpose of refining one’s spirit through mortal trials.

Even so, his dical skills were still extraordinary, incomparable to ordinary mortal doctors, thus he had earned the na of Divine Doctor Chen Qingniu.

At this mont, facing Shi Changqing’s pleas and urgencies, Chen Dengming sighed, walked forward, set down his dicine chest, pulled out a golden needle, and said, “Little Stone, your grandfather is already beyond help.

Half a year ago, I already extended his life once.

Now, Uncle Chen can only help him hang on for one more breath, and by tonight, that breath will dissipate…

If you have anything you want to say to your grandfather, this is the ti to say it.”

These words made Shi Changqing, who had been living with his grandfather since childhood, unable to hold back any longer.

Though tough and sensible from a young age, not bursting into loud cries, he still couldn’t help but rush to the side of the bed, grab the old man’s hand, sob softly, and tremble.

Chen Dengming felt moved, yet his hands were steady with the golden needles, swiftly administering the acupuncture.

If he did not administer this acupuncture, the old man wouldn’t even have the chance to open his eyes and speak his last words to his grandson, and would soon pass on.

As the golden needles beca like a continuous cascade of golden shadows falling, the old man’s breathing gradually evened and his pale complexion miraculously regained a bit of rosiness.

He slowly, shakily opened his eyes, his gaze first t Chen Dengming’s, and he opened his mouth to express his gratitude in a hoarse voice.

Then he looked at Evergreen, who had imdiately co closer, his breath weak.

“Evergreen…

these years, Grandpa has also been a burden to you.

After Grandpa leaves, you should go to the Evergreen Sect.

If you can’t reach the Evergreen Sect, you can also try your luck at Chang’an Market…

Your father was once a cultivator of the Evergreen Sect, and you must also have the aptitude for cultivation…”

Chen Dengming witnessed this scene and struggled to maintain his calm.

He glanced at Evergreen, who was nodding tearfully in agreent, and fell silent for a mont.

The path to immortality is difficult, imnsely difficult.

Without a Spiritual Root, cultivation is as challenging as ascending to the heavens.

As for this Evergreen, Chen had already examined his bones earlier; the boy had only an inferior Spiritual Root.

Even if the Evergreen Sect accepted him, considering his deceased father was once a disciple, his future achievents would likely be limited, and he would face nurous dangers in these chaotic tis.

Even in fact, according to the rules of the Evergreen Sect, they would not make an exception for soone with an inferior Spiritual Root because of his father.

Because of his father, he could at most be a disciple with a low-grade Spiritual Root, who didn’t have significant rits or capabilities to prompt the Evergreen Sect to make an exception.

This Little Stone, rather than embarking on the path to immortality, would be better off embracing an ordinary life and being a happy mortal.

However, the hope and trust of the old man made it difficult for Little Stone to choose a willingness to be diocre.

He would likely embark on a quest for immortality.

In the past, having to care for a seriously ill elder and being too young, it was not safe for Little Stone to travel far.

Now that the elder has passed away, what could stop Little Stone’s desire to beco an Immortal?

Chen Dengming had done what was expected of a mortal healer; he did not wish to intervene further.

Everyone has their own destiny, and everyone has their own aspirations.

He was now Chen Qingniu, who aided the dying and the injured, not the powerful Sect Leader Chen!

Chen Dengming took a deep look at the grandfather and grandson, ready to pack up and leave quietly, but the old man stopped him.

“Evergreen, over the past half a year, we’ve relied entirely on Doctor Chen’s treatnt…

You, please give this to Doctor Chen as a consultation fee.”

The old man handed over an item.

Chen Dengming initially wanted to refuse, but he t the elder’s vivid and penetrating gaze at the last monts of his life.

The words of refusal could not leave his mouth.

He accepted the consultation fee, only then realizing that the unpolished black stone handed by the elder was pulsing with Spiritual Energy.

This could be a relic left by Little Stone’s father, perhaps an unprocessed low-grade Spirit Crystal unearthed from a Spirit Vein.

The sowhat reluctant but resolute look in Little Stone’s eyes also indicated that he knew the extraordinariness of this item.

These two, the grandfather and grandson, were truly grateful people.

Knowing the item’s value, they were still willing to offer it as paynt, just like soone who has only one pig but is willing to share its at.

“People may be poor, but their ambitions are not.

Unfortunately…

Little Stone’s aptitude…alas.”

Chen Dengming felt moved, thought for a mont, then stretched out his hand and rubbed Little Stone’s head, consoling.

“Little Stone, I hope you truly beco an Immortal soday.”

He was about to conclude his six-year mortal journey for heart cultivation.

This ti, let it be an exceptional gesture before parting.

This Little Stone was the child of a forr disciple of the Evergreen Sect, which made him fateful toward him, the Sect Master of the Longevity Sect.

To those predestined and willing, even if they are of dull aptitude or rely mortals, he could grant them a ‘Divine Fate’.

Chen Dengming silently left behind a Spirit Seed for Little Stone, then departed discreetly.

This Spirit Seed could protect Little Stone through two life-threatening dangers.

If after encountering life-and-death situations twice, he still wishes to continue striving on the path of immortality, then that would be his destiny.

There should not be more than three occasions; afterward, one must take responsibility for their own life…

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