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Chapter 648 - 526 Once there was a mountain_2

Chapter 648: 526 Once there was a mountain_2

Jiang Chen turned his head and saw a large group of people walking in grandly.

At the core of the group was an elderly man, in his dotage, with liver spots clearly visible on his face. A young man and woman, positioned closest to him on each side; he seemed extremely weak, walking slowly, with the young woman on his left carefully supporting him.

As for the rest, with their stern looks and sturdy physiques, Jiang Chen could tell at a glance that most of them were bodyguards.

At least a dozen people.

To have so many guards when going out, the arrival was no ordinary person.

Seeing that there were still people in the store, the fair and beautiful young woman was a bit surprised, and she frowned slightly, but she didn’t make any other expression.

She helped the old man to sit down.

The entrance of this group made the shop livelier all at once.

"What would everyone like to eat?"

"Bring us a round of your signature dishes."

The young woman said, her aura of being pampered and privileged was evident in her speech.

Not surprisingly.

She and the young man sat at one table, while the rest were seated around them, forming a protective circle in the middle.

If one were to step outside the store, they would see a uniform line of parked Mercedes, and what was more shocking was that their license plates were sequential.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man coughed incessantly, apparently not in the best of health.

"Grandfather, I’ve said it before that coming here is useless. Let’s go abroad. With the medical facilities overseas, we can surely cure Grandfather."

The young woman spoke while gently patting the back of the old man’s hand.

Could there be a hospital here?

Jiang Chen looked instinctively towards that table.

Though advanced in years and seemingly at death’s door, the old man’s demeanor and air suggested he was someone who had held sway over many; taking a breath, he said with a hoarse, laughter-filled voice, "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the rules of the world, and no one can escape them. The deity was right; it was my greed."

"Deity? What deity! Grandfather, that’s nothing but a charlatan, a swindler! They should burn this worthless mountain down!"

The young woman said coldly, her complaint seeming not just words; the look and expression in her eyes suggested she might actually take such action.

"Yue Yue, don’t be so impolite."

The old man scolded with a stern face, followed by another bout of coughing.

"Grandfather, am I wrong? We’ve come all this way, and what’s the outcome? Isn’t he a deity? How come he can’t cure even a small ailment?"

The woman was still brimming with indignation.

"Yue Yue, quiet down a bit," came a voice from the young man beside her.

"Brother, you’re telling me to quiet down? I’ve long suggested you convince Grandfather with me. Look where that got us: all this wasted time, for nothing!"

A look of helplessness crossed the young man’s face.

In truth, he also disagreed with his grandfather’s decision, but the older generation’s way of thinking was completely different from their own.

Though people nowadays say we should respect science, it can’t be denied that the more powerful and influential people are, the more superstitious they tend to be.

Many within the establishment keep deities.

Just as those in the underworld honor Guan Gong in the same vein.

Belief in Feng Shui, even among ordinary folks, hasn’t been entirely eradicated.

"Yue Yue, keep calm. If it’s not here, there are other ways. I’ve already asked a friend of mine overseas, and he has started to contact the best hospitals. We’ll head over next, and no matter the cost, we will make sure Grandfather is cured," the young man cautioned his sister with a meaningful glance, urging her not to complain aimlessly.

Returning without success was not necessarily a bad thing.

At least it might make the old man give up his fixation on this place.

"Forget it, life is but a span, nature lasts only an autumn, why bother with this foolish struggling any longer? I, Shen Bancheng, have lived a life worth living; there’s not much to regret."

The old man said contentedly, with a trace of late-life heroism in his cloudy eyes, but without complaint.

Shen Bancheng?

Although there were many people on that side, aside from the grandfather and grandchildren, everyone else maintained absolute silence. Jiang Chen vaguely felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. After pondering for a moment and feeling a slight stirring in his heart, he whispered to Lan Peizhi, "Could that be Shen Bancheng, the wealthiest man in Lingnan?"

Lan Peizhi nodded slightly.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows.

As expected.

Shen Bancheng.

Not necessarily a household name.

But at least it was a name well-known in Shenzhou.

Another pivotal business tycoon.

His wealth couldn’t simply be measured by "half a city."

His ventures spanned e-commerce, apparel, catering... Once, he made headlines across major media outlets for donating a billion to help out-of-school children, known not only as an entrepreneur but also as a famous philanthropist.

Jiang Chen hadn’t expected to encounter him in such a remote place, but since Lan Peizhi had confirmed it, it was clearly no mistake.

Lingnan wasn’t close to Jinguan at all.

"Grandfather, you can’t talk like this; what would I do if something happened to you?"

The young woman, though full of pride, had sincere affection for the elderly man.

The old man patted her hand and smiled without speaking.

Looking at this resigned acceptance of fate’s design.

Jiang Chen realized that great figures who have lived vast lives all have extraordinary mindsets.

Shi Zhenhua felt the same.

"What are you looking at?!"

Jiang Chen’s peering drew the young woman’s attention, and she immediately found an outlet for her anger.

Jiang Chen was bewildered, torn between laughter and tears.

Was it a crime just to take a look?

However, he didn’t make a big deal out of it. Through the conversation of the group, he could more or less understand the girl’s feelings.

"Sorry."

He politely apologized and promptly averted his gaze.

The elder and the young man both looked over.

Upon seeing Lan Peizhi, the elder’s eyes flickered, and a trace of undeniable surprise flashed across his weathered face, even overshadowing his original pallor.

"Grandpa, is that...?"

The young man exclaimed in surprise.

The elder silently nodded.

The young man started to speak, then stopped.

The elder said softly, "It’s okay, let’s just eat our food."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

The young woman showed confusion.

"It’s nothing."

The elder didn’t explain.

Inside the Youjian Inn.

The two groups ate their meals separately, without disturbing each other.

About twenty minutes passed.

The group with Shen Wancheng departed.

The Youjian Inn once again became spacious.

"Brother, do you know those two people?"

After getting into the car, the young woman then asked.

People who come from wealthy families are not fools.

To avoid disturbing the elder’s rest, they took separate cars.

"I don’t know the man, but the woman..."

"Who is that woman?"

Although she was proud and arrogant, she had to admit that the woman who didn’t even glance at them had made her feel utterly incomparable.

"Your idol."

"My idol?"

The young woman was puzzled, then suddenly, she realized.

"Are you saying she is ’Xue Guanyin’?!"

The eldest son and grandson of the Lingnan Shen Family nodded.

The woman named Shen Yue involuntarily turned her head, her peerless eyes looking through the car window back at the Youjian Inn. "Brother, could it be that ’Xue Guanyin’ really is..."

The young man sat beside her, silent.

Inside the Youjian Inn.

Not long after the Shen Family’s caravan left, Jiang Chen and his companion also walked out.

He had intended to pay the bill but was told that someone had already settled the account.

What does it mean to have a renowned reputation?

Of course, Jiang Chen knew this wasn’t about his own face.

The longer he stayed with this revered ’Xue Guanyin,’ the more he felt her towering presence in this land.

Her influence, how could it be confined to the Yangtze River Delta?

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Jiang Chen would never believe such an extraordinary woman could come from an ordinary little village.

"Miss Lan, you also know Shen Bancheng?"

"I’ve met him once."

Lan Peizhi replied airily.

Jiang Chen had nothing more to say.

Exiting the Youjian Inn and following Lan Peizhi, Jiang Chen arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain path wound upward, with no end in sight.

Immortals.

He had once again heard this term from the mouths of the grandfather and grandchildren of Shen Bancheng, the wealthiest man in Lingnan.

Gazing upwards, Jiang Chen murmured, "Shouldn’t immortals live in places where the air is filled with the aura of immortality?"

Hearing this, Lan Peizhi’s lips curled up slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Miss Lan, what’s the name of this mountain?"

"There was once a mountain."

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

Lan Peizhi had already started walking forward.