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"Child, it's alright. You've done your best, and we all understand. Everything is arranged by fate."
However, Dian Wei's face showed no signs of sorrow; instead, he wore a brilliant smile as he said, "Father, I never said that Mother’s illness is incurable."
"What do you mean? Are you saying that just because we couldn't see Da Xian Liang Shi, we can't obtain Fu Shui? Is there no way to treat her?" Dian Zhen looked at Dian Wei with confusion.
"Father, what I mean is that even though we didn't meet Da Xian Liang Shi and didn't get Fu Shui, I encountered a true Shen Ren and received an elixir."
"Shen Ren?" Dian Zhen's brows furrowed tightly. As an ordinary farmer's son, he knew very well that encountering a Shen Ren was not something that happened easily. Throughout history, how many seekers of the Dao have struggled in pursuit of it, yet very few have succeeded. Meeting a true immortal could likely be counted on one hand.
Dian Zhen said with skepticism, "Are you saying you really met an immortal? You didn't just run into some Jianghu conman, did you?"
Just as Dian Wei was about to explain, Chu Yan quickly interrupted him: "Dian Zhen, as the saying goes, 'Hearing is false; seeing is believing.' Since the immortal gave you the elixir, why not let us see it?"
"If we can observe its effects, we can determine its authenticity right away."
Dian Wei scratched his head and said, "Oh right, I do have the elixir."
With that, he reached into the inner pocket of his clothing and pulled out a small cloth bag. The bag contained less than half a pouch of milky-white liquid—enough to treat one person.
"Father, this is the elixir given to me by the immortal. It can save Mother from the brink of death. Once she drinks it, its authenticity will be immediately evident."
Dian Zhen nodded with a mix of belief and doubt, then entered the inner room alongside Dian Wei.
Inside, a frail woman lay on the bed, her face pale. If it weren't for her faint breaths, one might think she had already passed away.
Upon seeing this scene, tears nearly spilled from Dian Wei's eyes as he rushed to the bedside and tightly grasped the woman's hand. "Mother, I’m back."
"Back...," the woman replied weakly, uttering those four words as if they took all her strength.
Dian Wei didn’t hesitate; he took out a cloth bag and comforted her, "Mother, don’t be afraid. You will be saved." With that, he opened the bag and carefully administered the liquid inside, drop by drop, into her mouth.
As the milky liquid gradually slipped into her stomach, the woman's complexion miraculously regained some color. Meng Xin, standing nearby, stared in disbelief. "Auntie’s face looks a bit better. It seems this elixir really has some efficacy."
Dian Zhen nodded in agreement. After consuming more of the milky liquid, the woman's complexion grew increasingly rosy until every last drop from the bag was gone.
At this point, her appearance was no different from that of an ordinary person, though she still looked somewhat emaciated. This condition could only improve with subsequent care and nourishment.
Witnessing all of this left Dian Zhen and Meng Xin speechless in astonishment. This was undoubtedly a miraculous elixir! Only such a potion could have such extraordinary effects.
As those who had been closest to Dian Wei Niang for the longest time, they understood well that her illness had been nearly terminal. Yet now, with just the power of this elixir, she had seemingly returned to her former self.
If this is not a divine medicine, then what could possibly have such an effect?
In that moment, they completely believed in what Dian Wei had said about the immortals.
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