Chapter 6: The Dust of Xianren Danzi

  This sudden change frightened Zhang Cheng, he lowered his head to take a look, only to find that the one holding him was not someone else, but the old immortal who had been rescued by himself.

  "Don't go, don't go..." The old man said in a weak and almost inaudible voice.

  "Old immortal, I'm going out to find my father to save you. Your injuries are too severe and must be treated by a doctor. Don't worry, I'll be right back." Zhang Cheng patted the old man's hand and said.

  However, the old man still held on to himself tightly and showed no intention of letting go. Then Zhang Cheng heard him say in a low voice: "Young friend, don't bother, just help me sit up properly, and you won't have to worry about anything else."

  "You're so badly injured now, you can't move, it's better to just lie still." Zhang Cheng looked at the wound on his shoulder where the sharp instrument had pierced and was still bleeding profusely, and then looked at him with a look that seemed like he could stop breathing at any moment, and shook his head.

  "Don't worry, help me up, I want to cultivate a bit." The old man saw Zhang Cheng like this, and then told him the purpose he had made for himself.

  "Oh!" As soon as he heard that the old man was going to cultivate, he didn't say anything else and hurriedly helped him up.

  The old man sat up, closed his eyes immediately, and wrapped his hands around his lower abdomen. He took a deep breath, and at this moment, Zhang Cheng could feel the air flowing into his nostrils and then being exhaled out. With each inhalation and exhalation, an astonishingly strong suction force was generated, leaving him staring in amazement for a while.

  He had seen his father Zhang Fang practice qigong, which was also a method of breathing and exhaling, but it couldn't produce such a big movement, with an inhalation force and exhalation force as if someone was pushing and pulling him.

  From this, he became even more certain that the old man must be an immortal.

  Just thinking that I had really saved a fairy, my heart couldn't help but feel some excitement. My mind turned around and thought: "Such a good opportunity can't be missed, I must think of a way to let him help me get rid of the entanglement of illness, while also asking him to be my master to learn the supreme immortal law..."

  Just as he was indulging in wild thoughts, the old man let out a mouthful of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes. After this period of breathing exercise, his complexion improved significantly.

  Then he took out a medicine bottle from his bosom, slowly opened the cap, and suddenly a refreshing fragrance was released, making Zhang Cheng's spirit feel slightly lighter.

  Then, the old man poured out a dan medicine from the bottle, about the size of a longan, with a bright red color, as if it had been soaked in blood. He swallowed it in one gulp, then sealed the bottle again and put it back in his bosom, continuing to meditate with his eyes closed.

  This time, the old man's cultivation period was much shorter, and he soon opened his eyes. At this moment, his face also had more blood color than before, and the wound on his shoulder no longer bled.

  "It's truly amazing." Zhang Cheng exclaimed as he watched this scene.

  For a college student on earth, such things were completely beyond his cognitive range, leaving him staring blankly.

  It's been a long time since the wound was so heavy that it was almost healed, and if people got sick, they would be fine after sitting for a while. What do doctors need to do then?

  "Many thanks to the young friend for lending a helping hand, the old Taoist is grateful beyond words." The old man's spirit was much better than before, but there were still some signs of illness between his eyebrows, and it could be seen that he had not fully recovered.

  "Excuse me, is the old immortal a celestial being?" Zhang Cheng hastily asked.

  "Huh." The old man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Zhang Cheng to ask such a question. He then replied, "If we go by the mortal world's terminology, I am indeed an immortal, but now I'm an injured one."

  "Ah, you really are an immortal!" Although Zhang Cheng had already mentally prepared himself beforehand, he still couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement after receiving the old man's acknowledgement.

  "It's genuine goods, but now I'm seriously injured. I don't know if you can let me rest here for a while, young friend." the old man asked.

  "Of course you can, feel free to stay as long as you want." Zhang Cheng was overjoyed when he heard that the immortal wanted to stay in his home.

  He hadn't thought of a way to save his own life and take him as an apprentice, but if he could stay here, then he would have more time to think of a plan.

  And even if you can't worship him as a teacher, relying on your own gratitude for his lifesaving grace, at the very least letting him save your life once is also possible.

  "Hehe, I've disturbed you then." The old man smiled slightly, seemingly reflecting that Zhang Cheng had already anticipated this and didn't have any special reaction.

  "By the way, Old Immortal, how did you get injured?" Zhang Cheng asked curiously.

  "The old man was previously in a fight with someone and was injured by the other party's cunning...” The old man said this, looked at Zhang Cheng for a moment, paused, and continued: “Forget it, I won't say that anymore. Also, you don't have to call me Old Immortal, just call my name, my name is Dan Chenzi."

  "I'll still address you as Daozhang Dan, you're a senior, it's not quite proper for me to call you by your name directly." Zhang Cheng said very politely.

  "Haha, you're not very old, but you're quite polite." Danchenzi saw Zhang Cheng's courtesy and felt a bit better, so he took a few more glances at Zhang Cheng. Suddenly, it seemed like he had noticed something, furrowed his brow, and said: "I see that my young friend's complexion doesn't look too good, is there an illness bothering you?"

  "Daozhang really has good eyesight, the young man has been plagued by illness since childhood, and many doctors have said that he can't be cured, some even say I won't live past ten years old... " Zhang Cheng heard Danchenzi say this, although his heart was somewhat excited, but he didn't mention letting him treat the illness.

  After all, once you speak up for yourself, the favor that was owed to you for saving him will be used up, and afterwards, if you still want to ask him to be your teacher, there won't be any more favors left to use.

  So he endured it for the sake of his future.

  Moreover, he thought that since the other party had already seen his physical condition, there should be a way to save him. Also, based on the plot he had seen before, the next thing the other party should say was something like "Come over and let me take a look".

  If he doesn't play by the rules, it's not too late to ask him then.

  "Heh heh, come on, let me take a look. Old Dao also knows some medical skills, maybe I can help you." Dan Chenzi heard Zhang Cheng say this and smiled.

  "As expected." Zhang Cheng was very satisfied with this result and hurried over.

  "Stretch out your hand," said the old man.

  "Uh-huh." Zhang Cheng nodded and obediently presented his right hand.

  The old man stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on Zhang Cheng's wrist, slowly closing his eyes.

  Then Zhang Cheng felt a cool sensation spreading from the old man's fingertips into his body, and after circulating in his body for a while, it returned to the old man's body again.

  "How strange, really strange." Dandanzi opened his eyes, withdrew his palm, furrowed his brow, looked at Zhang Cheng with a puzzled expression, and then spat out these few words.

  "Is there no way to save me?" Zhang Cheng saw the old man like this, and the thread of hope that had just been ignited in his heart was again extinguished, and he felt very downhearted.

  "Hehe, don't be nervous, I just said your situation is strange, but it's not beyond salvation yet." Danchenzi said, seeing a hint of disappointment flash in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

  "Oh, Master Dao thinks I can still be saved?" Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up with excitement as he asked in surprise.

  "Yes, however, before I answer your question, I do have a question for you, has someone infused true energy into your body before, and not just once?" Dan Chenzi asked.

  "Uh, yes. Previously, due to my physical condition, I often fainted, so my father, in order to save me, has been injecting some true energy into my body every now and then since five years ago. What's wrong with that?" Zhang Cheng heard that Dan Chenzi had actually seen that someone had injected true energy into his body before, and his eyes lit up instantly, feeling that there was a possibility of healing for his own body, and he was overjoyed.

  After all, he didn't know what happened five years ago, but he was very clear about what had happened in the past five years. He had seen many famous doctors during this period, but none of them had noticed this point.

  Just this point alone shows that he is much more brilliant than those so-called "famous doctors".