The Immortal Cultivation World Is Too Dangerous: I Return to Earth as a Divine Sage
Chapter 24 - Brother Yao, If I Say the Tales of Immortals and Gods Are True, Would You Believe Me?

Chapter 24: Brother Yao, If I Say the Tales of Immortals and Gods Are True, Would You Believe Me?

“Fine, I want to see what Zhao Qingzhi is up to. Buying medicine and acting so mysterious? He’s been here the whole time, observing from the next room,” Yao Lai snorted coldly, preparing to head to the adjacent room with his entourage.

“Elder Yao, though it may seem abrupt, please go alone to meet my father,” Zhao Wuji said, raising his hand to stop Yao Zi’er and the others from following. “Please trust me—you won’t regret it.”

Seeing Zhao Wuji block Yao Zi’er and the others, Yao Lai narrowed his eyes before saying coldly, “Zi’er, you all stay here. I’ll go see what this old fox is up to.”

With that, he left the private room alone to head to Zhao Qingzhi’s room. Of course, this was only because he knew the Zhao family well. If it were an unknown party, Yao Lai wouldn’t dare meet someone he didn’t understand alone. If they were bold enough to harm him, it would be troublesome. But with the Zhao family, he had no such concerns. If anything happened to him, it would be the Zhao family that would be in a panic.

Dozens of seconds later, Yao Lai pushed open the door to Zhao Qingzhi’s private room.

“Who are you? Where’s Zhao Qingzhi?” Yao Lai asked coldly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the man inside.

“Brother Yao, am I not right here?” Zhao Qingzhi said with a smile.

“You’re Zhao Qingzhi?” Yao Lai squinted, his face full of suspicion as he stared at Zhao Qingzhi.

“Could someone dare to impersonate me?” Zhao Qingzhi chuckled.

“Impossible. You can’t possibly be Zhao Qingzhi. Though your appearance is very similar to his,” Yao Lai said, shaking his head. “The age doesn’t match. He’s nearly a hundred years old, but you look at most sixty or seventy. How could you be Zhao Qingzhi?”

“Sixty or seventy? It’s just some changes in my appearance,” Zhao Qingzhi replied with a smile.

The moment he finished speaking, an aura emanated from Zhao Qingzhi—a domineering, authoritative presence cultivated over nearly seventy years of navigating the business world.

“You’re really Zhao Qingzhi?” Yao Lai’s expression tightened as he felt the aura. “What’s going on with you? Don’t tell me it’s because of my Medicine family’s divine medicine. My family’s understanding of divine medicines surpasses any force in the world. I can say with certainty that among all known divine medicines, none can make someone rejuvenate overnight, regaining twenty or thirty years of youth. Could it be that your Zhao family discovered a new divine medicine capable of such rejuvenation?”

Seeing Zhao Qingzhi’s aura, Yao Lai was almost certain the man before him was indeed Zhao Qingzhi. This commanding presence wasn’t something just anyone could possess. Even Yao Lai himself had only developed such an aura after decades of leading the Medicine family. He believed that in the Zhao family, only Zhao Qingzhi, who had built the family from nearly nothing into a force rivaling top-tier clans, could have such an aura.

“Brother Yao, how about closing the door and sitting down for a detailed talk?” Zhao Qingzhi said with a smile, hearing Yao Lai’s words.

“Alright,” Yao Lai nodded without hesitation.

Soon, he closed the door and sat down beside Zhao Qingzhi.

“Brother Zhao, can you speak now?” Yao Lai asked eagerly the moment he sat down.

“A divine medicine that rejuvenates? My Zhao family doesn’t have such a thing,” Zhao Qingzhi shook his head. “Before today, if you hadn’t just mentioned the secret of divine medicines, I wouldn’t even have known that any force with a long enough heritage is aware of them.”

“If it’s not a rejuvenating divine medicine, then what caused your transformation?” Yao Lai asked, his tone tense.

“Brother Yao, do you think this table is sturdy?” Instead of answering, Zhao Qingzhi pointed to the table in front of them, asking an unrelated question.

Knock, knock.

“It’s a solid wood table, naturally sturdy,” Yao Lai replied, puzzled by the question but tapping the table to answer.

Crack.

The moment Yao Lai answered, a shocking scene unfolded. The table, which he had deemed sturdy, had a corner broken off by Zhao Qingzhi with a casual snap.

“How is this possible?” Yao Lai exclaimed, stunned. “Brother Zhao, do you practice martial arts? Breaking a solid wood table with your bare hands—that’s something only a martial arts grandmaster could do. No, wait. The medical expert from my Medicine family who examined you previously said you were just an ordinary man on the brink of death. If you were a martial arts master, he couldn’t have missed it. Back when you were examined, you were an ordinary man. In just a few days, you’ve gone from near death to rejuvenation and gained strength comparable to a martial arts grandmaster. Brother Zhao, what exactly happened to you?

“And what’s the purpose of inviting me here? Don’t tell me it’s just to buy my Medicine family’s divine medicine. Your transformation is something no divine medicine can achieve. You don’t even need divine medicine. In fact, with such a drastic change, if others find out, who wouldn’t covet your secret? Even I, if you let me leave, would do everything to investigate what happened to you. You’re not hiding anything, openly displaying your transformation to me—what’s your goal?”

Yao Lai could no longer contain his emotions as he stared at Zhao Qingzhi.

“If you want to know the secret behind my transformation, Brother Yao, I can tell you everything right now,” Zhao Qingzhi said with a smile.

“Tell me everything? Brother Zhao, what exactly are you planning?” Yao Lai looked at Zhao Qingzhi, his eyes filled with confusion.

“All the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit,” Zhao Qingzhi said. “My purpose, naturally, is for profit. And I can say plainly that this profit will come from your Medicine family. But Brother Yao, the returns you’ll gain after paying this price are beyond your wildest dreams.”

Zhao Qingzhi looked at Yao Lai with a smile.

“Profit? Returns for me?” Yao Lai asked, his voice heavy. “Brother Zhao, can you be clearer?”

“What’s your view on the tales of immortals and gods?” Zhao Qingzhi asked, looking at Yao Lai.

“The tales of immortals and gods are ethereal and unreal,” Yao Lai shook his head.

“But what if I told you that the tales of immortals and gods are not ethereal but real?” Zhao Qingzhi said, looking at Yao Lai with a serious expression.