"Little Taoist, when people fall ill, they can take dicine, but when the world falls ill, it demands human lives!~"
Watching the elder's lack of noble deanor as he indulged in eating chicken wings with abandon, Yi Chen's pupils couldn't help but sharply contract.
There was more to the old man's words.
With a thought, Yi Chen refilled the elder's cup with the bitter wine, "Old senior, may I ask how exactly does a sick world 'consu people'?"
"How does it 'consu people'? Hehe." The elder casually wiped his greasy hands on his blue robe before lifting the cup Yi Chen had poured, savored a 'tsk' from a sip, then stretched his mouth into a long smile, "Little Taoist, how do you find these chicken wings?"
"Tell , as we savor this delicious food, does the dead phoenix carry any resentnt?"
"When you roast others over the fire, eventually, soone will roast you over the fire too."
"Now look at this chicken wing, it's just started to roast, the sizzling and swallowing hasn't even begun yet, haha."
The old physician casually grabbed a tal skewer resting on the pine charcoal stove, his voice lancholic as he began to brush on the honey sauce.
The honey-laden brush danced in the old physician's hand, sotis light, sotis heavy, as the bluish-green fla licked the chicken wings. A faint, alluring scent wafted from them, even richer than the fragrance of the wings Yi Chen had roasted.
"Damn, this is a master. If my culinary skill is just lv6, this person's skill must be at least lv9 or higher."
Yi Chen's heart startled once again. This was no ordinary elderly man, and the implications behind his words were certainly thought-provoking.
"Little Taoist, do not be fooled by appearances. The ripple starts at the tip of a green blade; we shall take one step at a ti and treat a headache when it hurts, and a footache when it throbs."
At this point, a shade of desolation flashed in the old physician's eyes, hinting at a waning interest.
"Senior, I'm puzzled by sothing. All things carry yin and embrace yang. You ntioned the dead phoenix carries resentnt, but where does this resentnt go?"
"Is it within the Human Realm, the Five Domains, or in the wider universe?"
"Perhaps, in a world that we cannot see."
A glint flashed in Yi Chen's eyes as he placed a golden and crispy chicken wing into his mouth, chewing while he pondered aloud.
This wasn't just an attempt at profundity; the concept of dark matter and a dark universe from his past life suddenly ca to Yi Chen, prompting a bold conjecture.
A city that desires cleanliness must have toilets.
If one day the city's toilets explode and maggots overrun, can the city remain unblemished?
The thought of a city overrun with filth and maggots is frightening...
And a city destined for a toilet explosion is bound to have chaos; nothing surprising there.
"I do not know, nor have I said otherwise. Little Taoist, choose your words wisely, wisely."
For the first ti, a look of astonishnt crossed the old physician's face. He looked solemnly at the fine wine in front of him, pondered for a mont, then advised,
"Little Taoist, before your cultivation reaches a certain level, even if you think of sothing, do not voice it out. Your perception and talent are ones I've seldom seen in my lifeti; I truly don't wish to see you perish young."
"Heed my words, do not say I didn't warn you in advance."
Yi Chen: ".…"
Geneva, what kind of keyword is this to awaken? Isn't this the eavesdropping technique used by smartphone manufacturers in my forr life to push ads?
Thereafter, Yi Chen asked several more questions, but the old physician sealed his lips, as if afraid that Yi Chen might cause trouble and get him involved...
"Asking no more, asking no more."
"Little Taoist, have another chicken wing, will a chicken wing not suffice to stop your mouth?"
"Consider it a parting gift from the old physician for the al and drink you've provided. There's news that those devils from the Demon Realm will soon start to make trouble. Little Taoist, your gift and wisdom surpass all, even exceeding those of the recent exceptional juniors like Yue Qingping and Ying Si."
"Do not fall in so minor demon revolt."
"The real drama is yet to co."
The old physician's words were shocking and unrestrained. He casually comnted on the Millennium Emperor and the number one True Monarch of Mount Qingping with no reverence, as if a senior evaluating promising juniors.
Even towards the densely-populated Demon Realm, he did not show much concern, revealing an attitude that shocked Yi Chen to the core.
Since when did the Human Realm possess such a towering figure?
Yi Chen's pupils imdiately shrank to the size of pinpoints: "Who exactly are you, old senior, can you elaborate a bit more?"
"The past is unbearable to look back upon; I am now just an ordinary physician. As for my na, it might as well go unntioned."
The elder wiped his hand on his robe, packed up the wine from the table into his gourd, grabbed the banner that read 'Hanging the Pot to Help the World,' and stood up.
"The dical sage, Sheng Qihuang, known as the eccentric old physician, you may as well call that."
With those words, the elder walked slowly in the opposite direction from Yi Chen; his voice filled with a sense of lancholy.
"Half a life of wandering, results in four words, hanging the pot to help the world."
"A lifeti of cultivation can hardly heal a lingering pride in my heart."
"Traveling all around the world, yet finding no cure."
"The evening glow spreads, the egrets sing at dusk, ti to return, ti to return!"
At that mont, moved by the elder's sorrowful tone, Yi Chen couldn't help but turn abruptly and shout towards the old man's direction:
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