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Zhao Yun continued, "It's about the Immortal Sir I encountered at Tai Mountain."
Hearing this, Tong Yuan felt a moment of daze. Zhao Yun had indeed mentioned meeting an immortal on Tai Mountain. At that time, he thought it was just a scam. After all, he had been wandering the martial world for decades and had harbored a desire to find a paradise, but the number of times he had truly seen so-called immortals was few and far between. More often than not, he encountered fraudsters. If it weren't for his health, he might have exposed those scams long ago.
Looking back now, he was glad he hadn't done so; it would have been quite the embarrassment. It turned out that Zhao Yun really had met an immortal. Perhaps he himself had never encountered one because he lacked the fate to do so.
Tong Yuan struggled to sit up, preparing to express his gratitude to Mr. Yun for saving him. However, he was stopped in time by Yun Xiao Yi.
Seeing Tong Yuan looking somewhat weak, Yun Xiao Yi pondered for a moment. Although the Immortal Milk had cured Tong Yuan's ailments, it hadn't replenished his physical strength. After all, the lotion in the game only removed positive and negative statuses; it wouldn't increase Health Points or Stamina. In reality, it couldn't replenish physical losses either.
"You don't need to kneel," she said gently. "You're still weak; it's better to focus on nourishing your body first."
Tong Yuan respectfully nodded and replied, "Thank you, Immortal Sir."
"There's no need for such formality," Yun Xiao Yi said with a light wave of her hand as she pushed open the door.
Outside, the people waiting stretched their necks to look inside but remained silent.
Zhao An quietly inquired, "My lord, how is Tong Shi's condition?"
Zhao Li stepped forward and explained:
Tong Shi's body had fully recovered, but due to the prolonged illness, he still appeared somewhat weak.
If you wish to visit, it would be best to take turns in an orderly fashion.
It was truly wonderful that Tong Shi had recovered.
Gods are indeed different.
Such great kindness!
This transformation maintained the original plot and character traits while also restructuring and adjusting the style of the text to some extent.
How could such absurd words be spoken? Gods are not merely that; they are the existence that shines alongside heaven and earth, with the sun and moon!
In the crowd, discussions erupted, and everyone's gaze turned increasingly fervent towards Yun Xiao Yi.
With a compassionate heart, he aimed to save all beings.
This is what a true immortal should be!
Yun Xiao Yi ignored the nearly fanatical eyes of the crowd, cleared his throat, and spoke loudly:
"Everyone, are there any patients around? Please come forward so I can treat you together."
The phrase "treat together" sounded wonderful, but in reality, he had other thoughts in mind.
He intended to use these people as samples to test the efficacy of milk and explore whether it could be effective against various ailments.
From a medical perspective, diseases are diverse—congenital, acquired, external infections, internal injuries, each with its own characteristics.
The people present were completely oblivious to Yun Xiao Yi's true intentions; they only heard that this immortal was willing to heal and save lives, filling their hearts with joy.
Some even joked that even if Yun Xiao Yi was conducting experiments, it was still a rare opportunity—not everyone could have such a chance.
The crowd eagerly rushed about, spreading this good news far and wide, especially those with sick family members who hurried back without waiting to meet Yun Xiao Yi, solely wishing for their loved ones to receive help from the immortal as soon as possible.
In Zhao Family Village, in front of a humble little house...
An old woman with silver hair sat by the door, mending a rough piece of clothing. In front of her stood a young boy, handsome yet with a bewildered expression in his eyes.
Suddenly, the boy mustered the courage to approach his mother. "Mother, the drought outside is very severe. I heard the villagers say that our crops are about to wither away too."
The old woman paused her needlework and comforted him, "Indeed, it is quite dry, but there’s no need to worry. Our village is not lacking in water; we might still have a good harvest this year."
"Water? Where is it coming from?" the boy asked curiously.
The old woman smiled with a hint of pride. "We have your cousin Zhao Yun to thank for bringing a celestial being here. To protect our fields from disaster, the celestial being has brought an endless supply of Divine Water. The porridge we cooked last night was made with the Divine Water your father brought back."
Hearing this, the boy's interest grew even more. "Wow, Mother! Are there really celestial beings in this world?"
The old woman nodded firmly. "Yes, indeed. Just yesterday, I witnessed the celestial being's grace with my own eyes."
The boy leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with longing. "What does the celestial being look like?"
The old woman pondered for a moment. She had only caught a glimpse from a distance and couldn't describe it in too much detail. Instead, she recounted from memory: "The celestial being had an extraordinary presence, unlike any mortal. Every gesture seemed to carry an air of majesty."
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