iples ascended the mountain slightly, waiting quietly under the fairy platform. They looked up at the cloud bridge, each expression filled with fervor and pride.Qin Sang walked calmly and steadily amo..."You, you little Taoist priest, why are you being so polite..."

The old woman complained to Qin Sang, turning her head and shouting, "Master, Master, with one more mouth, you have to serve one more bowl of rice..."

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“Where are there so many people”

In the shed, an old man peered out, glanced at Qin Sang, and his eyes lit up slightly.

After glancing at Qin Sang, the old man suddenly saw the mud spots on his bandaged leg. A flicker of disappointment, unnoticeable to others, flashed in his eyes. He let out a low "oh," and then turned away.

The small courtyard was very narrow and dilapidated.

In Xian'en City, such dilapidated courtyards are no longer common. Qin Sang's nose was sensitive, catching the aroma of cooked rice wafting from the firewood shed. It was just the coarse grain and vegetable porridge she had eaten at Qingyang Guan.

The elderly couple likely don't have the money to repair it.

Following the old woman, they came to a small stone house with only two rooms. The wooden door was covered with thick thatched grass; as soon as it opened, a strong smell of herbs filled the air, immediately overpowering the aroma of cooked rice.

“Summon the Immortal, quickly call for the Daoist.”

The old woman led out a child, who was very thin and pale. Qin Sang could tell at a glance that the child lacked vitality and must be suffering from illness.

The room was dimly lit. There was a table with eight immortals, one leg of which was hobbled and propped up with stones. On the table sat a bowl filled with dark medicinal soup that still steamed. It must have been made for the child.

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The child was bashful and hid behind the old woman, peeking at Qin Sang with a glance. When their eyes met, the child quickly ducked back, too afraid to speak.

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"You, child..."

The old woman gently touched the boy's head with pity, but did not blame him. She beckoned Qin Sang: "This is my eldest grandson. His parents died early, and he has been frail since childhood. He can't catch a cold, so we don't let him go out. He's timid and afraid of strangers. Oh... Little Taoist, please sit down, don't mind, just fill your stomach."

“The poor monk is not picky.”

Qin Sang said seriously, unceremoniously sitting down at the table.

Seeking immortality requires one to be accompanied by their grandmother even when eating medicine at the table.

The dark medicinal soup was difficult for a small child to swallow, but Qiuxian raised the bowl and quickly drank it all, as if he didn't taste the bitterness.

The old man brought out a meal even rougher than the one at Qingyang Temple back in the day, but Qin Sang ate it with relish, devouring it hungrily.

"Take your time, eat slowly, there's plenty more in the pot..."

The old woman didn't eat herself, but happily watched Qin Sang eat. She suddenly said, "Master, if Old Man Qixian and his wife hadn't fallen ill, they would be this old too."

The old man put down his bowl, reached for the tobacco pouch beside him, took a puff, and muttered, "Who asked you to learn how to be a god who feasts on the wind and sleeps under the stars You found this yourself!"

Qin Sang's movements of picking up rice abruptly quickened, swallowing his food in a rush.

The old woman wanted to serve him more, but Qin Sang shook his head and refused, "It's getting late, I still have a long way to go..."

Saying that, Qin Sang glanced at Xiuxian and walked over.

Seeking Immortality wasn't as afraid anymore, he was a bit hesitant, but mustered his courage, his shining eyes looking at Qin Sang.

Qin Sang squatted down, touched Qiuxian's head, and took out a dull jade pendant from his bosom. He hung it on Qiuxian's neck and said, "Thank you, three benefactors, for the meal. This broken jade is a small token of my appreciation, given to Qiuxian..."

Seeking immortality without spiritual roots.

This jade pendant was carved from a rather unremarkable yellow stone, hardly considered jade at all. Qin Sang simply placed a simple restriction on it, preventing other cultivators from coveting it while also aiding those seeking immortality in regulating their bodies.

He had a disease that doctors in the mortal realm were helpless against, but Qin Sang could diagnose and treat it with ease.

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An elderly husband and wife live together with a fairy seeking immortality. Over time, they reap many benefits from this arrangement.

“How is this possible…”.

The old man hurriedly put down his pipe.

The couple came over to take a closer look and realized it wasn't some valuable jade pendant, so they stopped pushing and shoving.

Xiuxian held the jade pendant, clearly very fond of it. Suddenly, he hugged Qin Sang's leg and then ran back to hide it.

Once again, there was a moment of reluctance as the three generations prepared to see Qin Sang off. Suddenly, hurried footsteps could be heard from outside, followed by someone shouting in a panicked, tearful voice.

"Dr. Wu! Dr. Wu..."

"It's the eldest son of the Liu family!"

The old woman suddenly realized something, her eyes widening in surprise. “Could it be Old Master Liu…”

The old man thought for a moment, let out an "Hmm," and said in a flat tone: “About ninety-two, I reckon. I'm afraid I can't pass this hurdle.”

The elderly woman sighed with regret: "It seems the eldest daughter-in-law will be giving birth in just a few days, but she can't even make it through this..."

"We're all here together now, five generations under one roof. What's there to regret" the old man said as he turned around and put on his padded jacket. "I'm going to take a look and see if there's anything I can help with. Stay here and keep watching for the arrival of the immortal, and don't wait for me to eat."

Qin Sang walked out of the courtyard, looking at the old man's hurried back. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted to see.

The Liu family.

Five generations living together, it's truly a large family.

At this time, outside the old master's house, there were dozens of people of all ages, from young to old, standing in stark contrast to the quiet desolation of the elderly couple's home.

These people gathered outside, their expressions grave, not daring to breathe loudly. Even the children knew something was amiss, standing obediently beside the adults, not daring to act up.

The room was silent and still.

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Dr. Wu has not arrived yet.

Everyone is anxiously waiting.

Just then.

Suddenly, there were shouts coming from inside the room.

"Big sister-in-law!"

"Eldest daughter-in-law! Come in quickly!"

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The women rushed about, helping a pregnant young girl inside.

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On the bed lay an aged man, his breath faint. He was visibly nearing the end of his life, taking in less than he let out. Yet, he stubbornly kept his head tilted towards the door, his lips moving as if trying to say something.

The eldest daughter-in-law came in, clearly a little afraid.

At this point, etiquette was forgotten. The people by the bed hurriedly made way and helped the eldest daughter-in-law to the bedside.

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The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, his finger twitched slightly. The people beside him understood and quickly grabbed the old man's hand to touch the eldest daughter-in-law's belly.

Unexpectedly, as his hand reached halfway, his fingers suddenly went limp and drooped.

"Alas!"

All the people in the room let out a long sigh.

In a corner of the room, unseen by any of the mortals present, stood a Taoist priest.

Qin Sang looked quietly, her gaze falling on the old man's face that was dead and unblinking. Looking at the old man's eyes full of unwillingness, she felt a thoughtful look in her heart.

"At ninety-two, with five generations living under one roof, something so rare in the mortal world, why still refuse to rest in peace"

The old patriarch passed away.

The Liu residence became a flurry of activity amidst the sounds of weeping.

At this time, Qin Sang had already left Liu Mansion. He released his divine sense and swept across Xian Yuan City, but found nothing. He then quickened his pace and, after leaving the city, headed straight for Gu Yuan Kingdom's capital.

By the time I walked to the capital city, it was already noon.

The capital city has guards, naturally Qin Sang would have no trouble with them.

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Upon entering the city, he was surprised to find that the steamed bun shop he used to frequent was still there, run by the descendants of the original owner.

I ate a few steamed buns, swallowing them in big mouthfuls.

Qin Sang paid for the steamed buns and pointed to a pile of snow near the wall beside the bun shop. "There's someone inside," she said.

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