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Qiong Yu Wan is the most prestigious elixir in the world, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh and bones. However, due to the extinction of many important materials, there are only a few pills left today. This particular one was saved by Underworld River for his own survival, and he has never dared to consume it.
However, he does not regret giving it to the old director, nor does he feel it is a waste. Even if a Golden Pill would be sufficient to heal his injuries, he still wants to give him the best. This is not about rationality; it is simply familial love. When it comes to loved ones, who cares about whether it is worth it?
Unprincipled and Joan's room has never lacked delicious food and wine. Now back in his physical form, he directly took out a variety of delicacies bought that day and opened a bottle of Moutai worth over a thousand dollars, sitting together to eat, drink, and chat.
The old director, being a Soul Body, cannot consume Mortal Realm food; however, he can absorb its essence, which is almost like eating. The food he "consumed" still looks the same and has not diminished in quantity, but it has lost all flavor and nutrition.
Taking a deep breath, a wisp of essence floated from the wine glass in front of him into his nose, while the wine had already become indistinguishable from plain water.
"It has been a long time since I had alcohol; this is truly enjoyable," Old Village Chief said after drinking several large cups, his Face slightly flushed as he sighed.
"Come on, old man, drink more; there's plenty left for us to enjoy," Unprincipled said while pouring out the "water" from his cup and replacing it with fresh wine.
The old director inhaled deeply, drawing in a thin stream of essence into his stomach. "Refreshing!"
"Father, what did you go through back then? How did you end up in such a situation?" Ye Mingshang asked.
The old director sighed. "Ah~ To be honest, it's my fault; I offended too many people back then, which led to the orphanage being burned down."
"That fire was set by someone?!" Ye Mingshang exclaimed in surprise; he had always thought that the Inferno was an accident.
The old director nodded. "That's right. Back then, the orphanage needed money, and I had spent most of mine. I could only resort to my old ways of Old Trade, deceiving people. It was during that time that I angered a Landlord. His son was involved in both legal and illegal activities. He actually set fire to the orphanage and bribed people to make it look like an accident."
"So you were punished with hellish suffering because of this?" Ye Mingshang asked.
"Exactly. After that Landlord died, his son burned a lot of Joss Paper for him so he could live well in the Underworld. However, he was always very concerned about being cheated out of money by me and died of anger over this matter. He spent a lot of money building connections, which ultimately led to my downfall."
Indeed, although the old director deceived many people and even caused one to die of anger, they were not good people either. The old director acted for the sake of these children; even without a reward, he would not have been punished so severely. At most, he would have to work a bit harder in the next life. It was far from being sent to hell; it was all because that nouveau riche had put in a lot of effort to establish connections and was determined to take revenge on him.
"How dare they set fire to us and make my father suffer in hell for over a decade? I won't let them off!" Ye Mingshang gritted his teeth and said angrily.
The old director shook his head. "Forget it, this is my just deserts. Thankfully, the children are all fine. By the way, what happened to you all after I died?"
"They were all adopted by the Good Samaritan, and so was I," Ye Mingshang reported the good news without mentioning the bad. He didn't say that their lives weren't as good as they had hoped; he had suffered quite a bit from running away and almost died. As for Xia, she faced harsh treatment from that family because they had another child, and her situation was certainly not unique. However, Ye Mingshang didn't want to worry the old director, so he only shared the positive aspects.
After more than ten years apart, there was much for them to talk about. Unprincipled and Joan also sat nearby, listening to their casual conversation. They continued until dawn when a few of them finally passed out, leaving a floor full of empty bottles.
Lying on the table, Ye Mingshang slept soundly while Unprincipled and Joan each held onto a bottle and collapsed on the floor. Fortunately, the wooden floor wasn't cold.
The old director brought blankets to cover them. Although he was a spirit and could get drunk like anyone else, he could drink much more than an ordinary person.
In his dreams, Ye Mingshang smiled happily as if dreaming of something joyful. He mumbled indistinctly, "Dad, I want to eat braised pork..."
The old director paused for a moment before showing a kind expression filled with affection. Although Ye Mingshang was a child he had picked up, just as Ye Mingshang regarded him as a father, he treated him like his own son.
This sleep lasted until around four or five in the afternoon. After drinking too much, he woke up with a terrible headache and dry mouth. He wouldn't be attending classes that day; however, due to their special circumstances, no one cared whether they attended or not.
"Here, drink some warm water."
Ye Mingshang took the cup and drank it down quickly, feeling much better as his thirst eased and his headache improved significantly.
"Where are they?"
He was the last to wake up; the fat guy and Joan were already nowhere to be seen.
The old director sat down and said, "They said they suddenly felt inspired and wanted to go to the balcony for some fresh air."
Ye Mingshang nodded, pouring himself another glass of water. He thought it was fine for those two clowns to do as they pleased; after all, they were adults and couldn't get lost.
Ye Mingshang planned to go out for a stroll to clear his head and asked the old director if he wanted to join. The old man shook his head, refusing, saying he still couldn't tolerate sunlight.
There was nothing he could do. Although he had been dead for over ten years, he had been suffering all this time, not to mention the cultivation. Even though he had taken Ye Mingshang's Qiong Yu Wan, he still needed time to absorb it. Once he fully absorbed the medicinal properties, he would attain decent cultivation and at least wouldn't have to fear sunlight anymore.
With nowhere else to go, Ye Mingshang decided to head up to the rooftop to find those two fools. As soon as he reached the rooftop, he saw them standing by the edge with their hands behind their backs, pointing downwards as if discussing something.
"They actually look somewhat serious; could they really be composing poetry?" Ye Mingshang approached curiously.
The chubby one had one hand behind his back and pointed at a position below. "Look at that girl; her figure is amazing, her waist is so slim—she's truly a beauty."
Joan held a monocular telescope in his hand, twisting it while saying, "But her face is so ugly; she looks like a middle-aged man. Is this your type?"
The chubby one acted mysteriously and waved his sleeve. "What do you know? An angelic figure with a devilish face brings pleasure; the contrast between beauty and ugliness is definitely stimulating." He even smacked his lips.
Ye Mingshang looked at them speechlessly, knowing they wouldn't actually come up here to compose poetry. As expected, it was the same old story; every day their minds were filled with thoughts of women.
(To be continued.)
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