Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 830: The Silent Spring Breeze Does Not Understand Words

Chapter 830: Chapter 830: The Silent Spring Breeze Does Not Understand Words

"Of course, I’m certain, please feel free to enjoy your meal, and you can order more at any time. Also, may I ask which one of you is Mr. Su?" the waiter said.

At this point, Su Chengyu could be sure that this Mr. Feng must have some connection with him; otherwise, there was no way he would have been invited to dine without reason.

"That’s me," Su Chengyu said.

"Mr. Su, our boss invites you to have dinner in the loft, please follow me," the waiter said.

Su Chengyu was eager to go; he also wanted to ask in person about the connection he might have with Mr. Feng. In his heart, Su Chengyu actually harbored an extremely bold guess, one that sent his emotions surging, rendering him restless and anxious to confirm it face to face with Mr. Feng.

Su Chengyu nodded and said to the others, "Please eat some more, then I will go ahead first."

"Go ahead, Brother Su, today we’re indeed basking in your radiance."

Everyone was no fool; Mr. Feng’s personal invitation for Su Chengyu to dine alone certainly implied a connection. Moreover, this connection seemed deep, especially considering their striking resemblance.

Su Chengyu followed the waiter out of the private room, heading towards the loft. It wasn’t a great distance, yet it felt incredibly far to Su Chengyu. At that moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions, and he was both excited and anticipatory.

"Could he be the person I am thinking of?" Su Chengyu couldn’t help but question himself internally.

"Mr. Su, our boss is on the loft, you can go up on your own," the waiter said.

"Thank you for showing the way."

After thanking the waiter with a fist and palm salute, Su Chengyu glanced at the loft, his emotions surging. For a moment, he almost didn’t dare to ascend.

He stood there for a while, took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then finally stepped onto the stairs and made his way up to the loft.

Standing outside the door to the loft, he knocked and said, "Junior Su Chengyu, here to pay respects to Senior Feng."

"Come in."

The voice of Mr. Feng came from within the loft. Su Chengyu took another deep breath before pushing the door open and entering.

Mr. Feng was still barefoot, sitting at a dining table. Su Chengyu, seeing the immaculate loft, took off his shoes before entering. His gaze constantly surveyed Mr. Feng, and the more he looked, the more he felt that Mr. Feng resembled him.

"Sit," Mr. Feng said calmly.

Su Chengyu pulled out a chair and sat down, but he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles; he couldn’t seem to settle in. He had many things he wanted to say, but they were all stuck in his throat, unable to come out, not knowing what to say.

Mr. Feng’s expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy, as he said, "Start eating, the dishes on this table are not available in the dining hall. They are the finest brain meat and marrow from Long Chi, as well as the brain and loin, truly a delicacy of the human world. And this jar of Sorrow Erasing Dew is also brewed by me personally, even Cang Qing, your esteemed master, wouldn’t have a chance to taste it."

Mr. Feng’s words made Su Chengyu even more confident in his own conjecture. If not for a relative, who else would offer such exquisite food and drink, which even a Land Immortal could not enjoy, to him, a minor Cultivator from the Tongxuan Realm?

Su Chengyu reached for the chopsticks, hesitated a moment, and then drew his hand back.

"Why don’t you eat?" Mr. Feng asked.

"Senior’s generosity overwhelms me, leaving me shocked and honored. I do not know what virtues or abilities I possess to deserve such high regard from the Senior. I seek guidance to clear my confusion; otherwise, I dare not lift my chopsticks," Su Chengyu said.

He could no longer hold back, eager to validate the guess in his heart.

Mr. Feng picked up his chopsticks and said, "Eat while we talk. These foods should be eaten while hot; once the steam fades, the taste of these worldly delicacies also turns bland."

Su Chengyu finally picked up the chopsticks and placed a piece of tenderloin into his mouth. Indeed, he had never tasted meat as delicious as this Long Chi flesh in his life.

"How’s the taste?" Mr. Feng asked.

"Truly a delicacy of the mortal world," Su Chengyu sincerely said.

"To eat Long Chi meat, you must pair it with Sorrow Erasing Dew to bring out the best flavor."

Mr. Feng picked up the jug and poured two cups of Sorrow Erasing Dew. As the liquor filled the cups, a mellow fragrance wafted over. Su Chengyu, not one for liquor, was attracted to this aroma, lifted the cup to his lips, and took a sip. The taste lingered on his lips and teeth, intoxicating.

"What a fine drink!"

Mr. Feng’s face revealed a faint smile and said, "Have you ever noticed that the two of us look very much alike?"

Upon hearing this, Su Chengyu’s heart skipped a beat, and he stared intently at Mr. Feng. Even though it seemed impolite, he couldn’t help himself.

"Senior, could it be that your surname is Su?" Su Chengyu asked.

But Mr. Feng shook his head and said, "I am called Mr. Feng, so naturally, my surname is Feng. How could it be Su?"

Hearing Mr. Feng’s response, disappointment surged immensely within Su Chengyu. He had thought that this Mr. Feng before him was his long-lost father, Su Zhedian. He was almost certain that this man must be his father.

Yet now he heard a negative answer. Su Chengyu could not hide his dejection, his heart experiencing a whirlwind of emotions.

"How can this be? How can you not be surnamed Su? If you’re not surnamed Su, how can we look so much alike? Why would you step in to help me, invite me over for a meal, and show me such favor? You must be deceiving me, you must be surnamed Su, you are my..."

Su Chengyu refused to believe Mr. Feng’s answer, expressing his agitation more vehemently, and stood up from his seat.

Mr. Feng raised his hand to interrupt Su Chengyu’s emotionally charged speech, saying, "There is no need to doubt, I am not your father."

Su Chengyu was stunned for a few seconds. Mr. Feng indeed knew what he was thinking and provided a clear denial. This left Su Chengyu momentarily dazed, and he sat down listlessly, slumping in dejection.

"My answer disappoints you, doesn’t it? Seeing your expression, I have confirmed my guess. You are his son," Mr. Feng said with a hint of melancholy.

Su Chengyu lifted his head again. Although this person wasn’t his longed-for father, it was certain that he knew his father.

"Then who are you, exactly? And what is your relationship with my father?" Su Chengyu asked.

Mr. Feng poured himself another glass of Sorrow Erasing Dew and muttered to himself, "Sorrow Erasing Dew, oh Sorrow Erasing Dew, your name suggests forgetting sorrows, yet you can’t truly make me forget. No matter how much I drink, the things that should be remembered can never be forgotten."

Mr. Feng’s words carried a deep sense of sadness, desolation, and sorrow. Su Chengyu even thought he saw tears shimmering in his eyes.

"Senior..."

After draining the cup of liquor, Mr. Feng’s face was filled with somberness as he shook his head and said, "My name is Feng Jie Yu, and I am an old acquaintance of your father’s."

No sooner had Mr. Feng spoken than a flash of light enveloped him, and in an instant, his appearance shifted dramatically. With delicate features and eyes as reflective as autumnal pools, he took on the appearance of a woman of transcendent beauty.

Su Chengyu was completely dumbfounded. Mr. Feng turned out to be a woman, and not just any woman, but one of stunning allure that could sink fish and outshine the moon’s beauty.

She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman Su Chengyu had ever seen. None compared.