harleyscars Chapter 11 Immortal Brother meditates for one night, and stumbles upon his old neighbor's secre
Chapter 11 Immortal Brother meditates for one night, and stumbles upon his old neighbor's secre
As dawn broke, dappled sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tattered curtains.
The cramped rented room still carried the chill of the early morning.
Lu Qingyuan suddenly sat up in bed.
His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes still held lingering fear.
She just had a terrible nightmare.
In her dream, she was surrounded by people sent by Zhao Tianyu, who were forcing her to sign documents.
And there was the image of my mother lying in the rain, unresponsive no matter how I called out to her.
She opened her eyes, still shaken, and looked around the dimly lit room.
My gaze finally settled when it landed on the corner of the wall.
Lu Jingchen was sitting cross-legged on the cold floor.
His eyes were gently closed, and his back was straight.
A faint current of energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, was slowly circulating around him.
It's exactly the same as the immortals meditating in the painting, without the slightest ambiguity.
Lu Qingyuan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled back into her stomach.
She raised her hand and patted her chest, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He whispered, "Brother..."
Upon hearing the sound, Lu Jingchen slowly opened his eyes.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, so fast it was almost an illusion.
He then reverted to the gentle look he had when he looked at her.
He pushed himself up and stood up, casually brushing the dust off the corner of his clothes.
She smiled and said, "You're awake? Did you have a nightmare?"
Lu Qingyuan pouted and pointed to the neatly made-up mattress next to her.
"Didn't I bring you bedding to make a bed on the floor yesterday?"
"Why did you sit on the hard floor all night?"
Lu Jingchen raised an eyebrow and smiled with a relaxed expression.
Didn't I tell you that yesterday?
"Your brother here is practically a cultivator, why would I need to sleep?"
"The main focus is on a cultivator's physique; what is sleep? It's completely superfluous."
As he spoke, he turned and walked to the table, picked up the schoolbag on the table, and handed it over.
"Get up and wash up quickly."
"I bought soy milk and steamed buns and put them on the table. After eating them, I rushed to school for class."
Lu Qingyuan reached out and took the schoolbag, her fingertips gripping the strap, hesitating for a long time.
She looked up and asked softly, "Brother, are you... still going to take the college entrance exam?"
Lu Jingchen's smile faded, and his eyes became incredibly determined.
"Of course I'll go."
"My parents' biggest wish in this life is that we both get into a good university."
"I have to cover for them in this matter."
He paused, then added.
"But I'm not going to school today."
Lu Qingyuan immediately became anxious and took half a step forward.
"But there are only a dozen days left until the college entrance exam!"
"You've missed so much class. If you don't catch up now, will you be able to handle the exam?"
Seeing her anxious expression, Lu Jingchen couldn't help but smile.
He looked completely confident, without the slightest hint of panic.
"Silly girl, have you forgotten what your brother does?"
"Cultivating immortality!"
Lu Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant and nodded.
Indeed, it can even cast spells remotely and conjure swords out of thin air.
The knowledge he learned in high school textbooks was a piece of cake for him.
It was a pure case of dimensional reduction attack.
"That's good."
She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her schoolbag, and walked to the side to pack her things.
Lu Jingchen's gaze swept over the cramped and dilapidated little house.
Tables and chairs with peeling paint, bedding with exposed cotton wadding, and patches of plaster falling off the walls.
He couldn't help but chuckle, but his heart was clenching with anxiety.
He leaned closer and asked softly, resting against the edge of the table.
"Oh right, I was so busy talking about other things yesterday that I forgot to ask you."
"We were living comfortably in our old house, so why did we suddenly sell it?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingyuan abruptly stopped tidying up her textbooks.
Her body stiffened for a moment, her back to Lu Jingchen, without turning around.
After a long while, her muffled voice finally came through, very low.
"You suddenly disappeared then."
"Mom was completely devastated and lost all interest in selling breakfast at her stall."
"I can't pay my mortgage every month, and the bank is chasing me every day."
She slowly turned around, her eyes already red-rimmed.
Her nose was red, but she stubbornly held back her tears.
"After paying off the loan, there wasn't much money left from selling the house."
"The last bit of money was used to pay for Mom's funeral."
Lu Jingchen's body jolted violently.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a hand, and the pain made it hard to breathe.
His nose suddenly stung terribly, and he gritted his teeth to suppress the tears welling up in his eyes.
His voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Mom... Where is Mom buried?"
"Take me to see her after school at noon."
Lu Qingyuan let out a long breath and wiped her eyes.
"Mom is buried in the cemetery on Qingniu Mountain."
"Now that you're back, you should definitely go see her."
The entrance to the city hospital was bustling with people and noisy in the morning.
The place was packed with people coming to see a doctor or visit someone in need; it was full of lively, bustling atmosphere.
Lu Jingchen leaned against the wall on the side of the gate.
His eyes, like radar, scanned everyone entering and leaving the hospital.
His brows furrowed even more, his face filled with speechlessness.
He was internally ranting and raving:
Seriously? They've been staring at it for almost half an hour.
I didn't see a single person who was truly terminally ill and beyond saving.
I originally intended to save someone and accumulate merit to solidify my cultivation.
It's outrageous that they couldn't even find a chance.
Who understands, family members? Even a Great Ascension stage Immortal Venerable has no way to do good deeds.
Just as he was venting his frustrations, an old man wearing an old jacket appeared.
He walked out of the hospital with his head down and heavy steps.
He looked listless and had no energy at all.
Lu Jingchen's gaze swept over and instantly froze.
There was a thick, impenetrable black aura between the old man's eyebrows.
It was circling around his brow, a clear sign that he was being possessed by an evil spirit.
The old man had only taken two steps when he looked up and saw him.
He was stunned for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He tentatively asked, "You are... Jingchen, the young master of the Lu family?"
Lu Jingchen turned around and was also stunned for a moment.
This is Uncle He, who used to live across the street from me in the old neighborhood.
He quickly said, "Uncle He? It's you!"
Uncle He forced a smile, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Hey kid, weren't you missing for months?"
"Everyone's going crazy with worry, what are you doing here?"
Lu Jingchen didn't laugh; instead, his brows furrowed tightly.
He looked Uncle He up and down carefully several times.
My gaze finally settled on his darkened forehead, where the black aura was still churning.
His tone instantly turned serious, without a trace of joking.
"Uncle He, tell me the truth."
"Have you recently done anything you shouldn't have, or gotten into trouble with something?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle He's smile instantly froze.
My whole body went hard, and I jolted violently.
He raised his head and stared intently at Lu Jingchen.
After a long while, he finally took a deep breath.
His voice trembled as he slowly opened his mouth.
"You...you actually noticed?"