One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 2 Jinzhong, take a few steps, even if you're not sick.

The red and blue Qi, like spiritual threads, intertwined wildly at the severed arms and legs of Tian Jinzhong.

This is not a simple bone setting; it's creating something from nothing!

"Well--!"

Tian Jinzhong clenched his teeth tightly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

pain!

The excruciating pain of bone growth felt like someone was drilling into the bone marrow with a chisel.

But Tian Jinzhong was, after all, a ruthless man who had kept a secret for decades without getting a good night's sleep; he could endure it.

He didn't make a sound, and didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of disturbing Su Wuxian who was practicing his internal energy.

He just stared intently at his empty sleeves.

There, granulation tissue was wriggling, and bones were extending.

A hand, as white as a baby's, took shape at a visible speed, followed by the forearm, the upper arm...

Standing to the side was Zhang Zhiwei, the pinnacle of the supernatural world who had long since achieved the ability to remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

At this moment, the eyes hidden under his droopy eyelids were wide open, and golden Qi flames uncontrollably surged around him, shattering the surrounding stone slabs.

"This...this is the Dual-Handed Technique? No, even Duanmu Ying's Dual-Handed Technique back then didn't have this ability to revive the dead and heal bones!"

A storm raged within Zhang Zhiwei's heart.

What earth-shattering thing did my junior brother, who had been in seclusion for eighty years, comprehend in that mountain cave?

"call......"

Ten minutes later, Su Wuxian let out a long breath, and the red and blue light in his hand gradually subsided.

By this time, Tian Jinzhong was already drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

But he didn't even bother to wipe his sweat; he just stared blankly at his own body.

The sleeves were no longer loose, and the trouser legs were stretched full.

All four limbs are intact!

"Second Brother, don't just stand there."

Su Wuxian casually wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, a lazy smile on his face, and nodded at Tian Jinzhong:

"You're not sick anymore, take a walk."

Tian Jinzhong shakily reached out his newborn hand and held onto the armrest of the wheelchair.

The touch is real, the power is real.

He swallowed hard and tentatively placed his foot on the ground.

The feeling of being grounded.

That was the feeling he had been dreaming of getting back!

"Senior... Senior Brother..."

Tian Jinzhong suddenly looked up at Zhang Zhiwei, his eyes red-rimmed.

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, his voice low and hoarse: "Jinzhong, go, go boldly."

Tian Jinzhong pushed off with both hands!

"Clatter".

Take a step forward.

Although his body swayed unsteadily due to not walking for decades, he was absolutely able to stand still!

Then comes the second step, the third step...

Tian Jinzhong walked faster and faster, and eventually he started running in the small courtyard.

Like a child who has received a new toy, he ran around laughing loudly, but then burst into tears.

"Waaaaah... Senior brother! I have hands! I have legs!"

"I'm not a cripple anymore! I, Tian Jinzhong, am not a cripple anymore!!"

For decades, he had been dependent on others for care, and he dared not even sleep too soundly for fear of talking in his sleep and revealing his secrets. At this moment, the repression was completely released.

Zhang Zhiwei watched his junior brother laughing and crying in the courtyard, and two lines of clear tears slid down his aged cheeks.

Instead of wiping it, he turned around and bowed deeply to Su Wuxian.

"Junior brother, thank you."

This bow was as heavy as Mount Tai.

If the people of the supernatural were to see the old Celestial Master bowing to a young man, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

Su Wuxian quickly stepped aside, waving his hand and saying, "Senior Brother, you're making me feel too embarrassed. Why are we, as fellow disciples, saying such things?"

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

Zhang Zhiwei's excited burst of golden light, coupled with Su Wuxian's soaring life force, had already alarmed the others on Longhu Mountain.

"Master! What happened?"

"Was that the Golden Light Mantra just now? Was there an enemy?"

Anxious shouts came from outside the door from Rong Shan and his disciples, and even Lu Jin's booming voice: "Old Celestial Master! Is it those Quanxing brats attacking? I'm coming to your aid!"

It looked like the crowd was about to break down the door.

Tian Jinzhong's expression changed, and he instinctively reached for a blanket to cover his hands and feet: "Junior brother, how... how do you explain my hands and feet? That secret from back then..."

He was afraid.

He feared that if news of his recovery got out, those who had interrogated him back then would come back and bring disaster to Longhu Mountain.

However, Su Wuxian took a step forward and pressed down on Tian Jinzhong's shoulder.

"Second Brother, why are you hiding?"

Su Wuxian's lips curled into an arrogant smile, his eyes looking down at him with disdain:

"Eighty years ago, we endured it and hid from it."

"Now that I've emerged from seclusion, my senior brother is now the best in the world."

"In this world, who else can we, his fellow disciples, keep secrets from each other?"

These words were spoken with absolute certainty.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing nearby, straightened up instantly, exuding an overwhelming aura.

"Junior brother is right."

Zhang Zhiwei turned around to face the courtyard gate, and the kind and amiable expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a suffocatingly dignified demeanor.

He didn't explain, but simply uttered three words to the door:

"Get out of here, all of you!"

boom--!

These three words seemed to come true, carrying a terrifying surge of energy that sent the disciples outside the door, who were trying to rush in, staggering back several steps. Even Lu Jin had to activate his Reverse Life Triple Realm technique to barely stand.

Silence fell instantly outside the door.

Everyone was stunned.

Is the old master angry?

In the courtyard.

Zhang Zhiwei turned around, his face returning to its usual smiling expression, as if the domineering person from just moments ago wasn't him at all.

He rubbed his hands together, looking at Su Wuxian as if he were looking at a rare treasure:

"Junior brother, you said you were hungry earlier, right?"

"Come on! Your senior brother will take you to eat! What do you want to eat? Steamed buns? Roast chicken? Or something else? As long as it's available on Longhu Mountain, your senior brother will get it for you!"

In his view, if even the skeletons of the living dead could be made, then maintaining a twenty-year-old's appearance was not a strange thing at all.

Su Wuxian patted his stomach and chuckled:

"Roast chicken is a must, and so is wine."

As they were talking, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly remembered what day it was: "By the way, junior brother, you've been in seclusion for so many years, you probably don't know what the situation is like now, right? Our Longhu Mountain is currently preparing to hold..."

As Zhang Zhiwei walked, he chatted with his junior brother, who had been in seclusion for eighty years and knew nothing, about his recent situation.

As a time traveler, Su Wuxian naturally knew the plot.

However, at this moment, he could only pretend to be ignorant, nodding as he followed Zhang Zhiwei down.

"Also... since the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is about to begin, you'll be able to see Huaiyi's grandson then..."

"That big-eared thief already has a grandson?" Su Wuxian revealed just the right amount of doubt and surprise.

"You still call yourself Huaiyi, just like back then... Huaiyi's grandson is named Zhang Chulan, and this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is for him..."

When Zhang Chulan was mentioned, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes flickered slightly.

Su Wuxian stretched, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"Shameless Zhang Chulan... Heh, interesting. Hopefully, he's a bit smarter than his grandfather, that big-eared scoundrel."

Zhang Chulan, the Son of Our Time.

After eighty years of seclusion, Su Wuxian finally waited for him.