Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 337 - 337 336 Qingtian Town Tenth Update

337: Chapter 336 Qingtian Town (Tenth Update) 337: Chapter 336 Qingtian Town (Tenth Update) “Little brother, this is homemade liquor I made.

Take a sip to warm yourself up before I take you back home for treatment.”

The middle-aged man pulled a sheepskin liquor pouch from his belt, unplugged the stopper, and poured a large amount of liquor into the young man’s mouth, which made the dark-clothed youth cough violently.

The youth’s bloodless face regained a bit of rosiness during this ordeal.

The middle-aged man then carried the youth on his back, clutching a child in his arms again, and quickly disappeared into the blizzard-filled streets against the cold wind and snow.

Creak.

The slightly worn-out door was pushed open, and the piercing cold wind rushed in.

The middle-aged man, carrying the youth on his back, quickly entered the house, and hastily bolted the door, only then feeling a trace of warmth.

“Mother, we are back.”

Following the child’s voice, a woman resembling a young wife swiftly walked out from the side room.

She was dressed in a hemp garment with not a touch of makeup on her face.

Even though she was not a beauty, she still had the appearance of a modest household gem.

“Shan, who is this?” the young wife asked, surprised and doubtful upon seeing the youth on her husband’s back.

“Mother, this big brother nearly froze to death outside.

Father and I brought him back home.

If you must blame someone, blame Han’er,” the child said, keenly aware of their family’s plight and hurriedly apologizing to his mother in advance.

“Silly Han’er, saving a life is a good deed.

How could Mother blame you?”

The young wife smiled, gently stroking the child’s hair.

Her smile was somewhat forced; not because she was reluctant to help the young man in white, but because their home was already stricken by poverty.

Feeding an extra mouth through the harsh winter was questionable.

“Xue’er, I’m sorry, this little brother…”

The middle-aged man started to speak with an uneasy tone, but before he could finish, the young wife quickly stepped in front of him and quietly said, “Saving a life is greater than building a seven-tiered pagoda, how could Xue’er blame you?

I’ll go ask Doctor Wang right now.”

Having said this, the young wife put on a thick leather coat, opened the door, and left the house.

…

Inside the side room, the firewood in the stove was burning vigorously, providing extreme warmth.

The young man in black lay on the bed, while an old man with gray hair and beard, who appeared to be in his sixties, was sitting by the bed taking the youth’s pulse.

The family of three stood beside, looking nervously at the elder, uncertain if the young man could be saved.

“The pulse is chaotic and disordered, already invaded by cold.

I’ll prescribe a formula for you.

Collect the herbs from the pharmacy next door, cook them in three bowls of water down to one, and administer it to him morning and evening every day.

After seven days, if he wakes up, he would also have retrieved a life.”

Doctor Wang was the only traditional doctor in the town, and a highly respected elder.

He wrote down a prescription and handed it to the middle-aged man, then got up to leave.

“Doctor Wang, I truly appreciate your help, this isn’t much, but please accept it,” said the young wife, pulling out a handful of crumpled paper money and offering it to Doctor Wang.

“We are all suffering people, and with this heavy snow sealing off the sky, times are not easy for you either.

Keep your money,” Doctor Wang declined, then took his leave, which left the family deeply thankful.

As Doctor Wang departed, the couple looked at each other in silence.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows and said, “We aren’t well off, and the cost of the herbs for these seven days…”

“Worry not, Shan.

I still have a pair of earrings, we can pawn them for some money,” Xue’er replied.

“Xue’er, that’s absolutely not possible.

Those are the only keepsakes your mother left you, this…”

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the young woman smiled and said, “It’s just a pair of earrings, if they can save a life, what does that really matter?”

…

Seven days later.

Outside, the snow fell relentlessly in the cold sky, never ceasing.

Inside the house, the furnace burned fiercely.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a tender young face, followed shortly by the sound of a child’s excited cheers throughout the house.

“Dad, Mom, big brother is awake, he’s awake!”

Rapid footsteps approached, and then a couple hurried into the room.

When they saw that Ye Xuan had awakened, the worry that furrowed their brows vanished completely.

Ye Xuan supported himself on the bed and slowly sat up.

He looked at the family of three before him, his eyes flickering with confusion, not knowing what his heart was contemplating.

During the ten years, Ye Xuan had traversed mountains and lands, crossed deserts and seas.

He had planted a sapling himself, and he had witnessed its entire lifecycle from blooming to withering.

He had finally realized that what he had lost was the lifespan of a mortal!

After walking out of Baihua Valley, he concealed his mighty cultivation, transforming himself into an ordinary person, unable to display the slightest cultivation and acting entirely by mortal standards.

Eventually, he blended into the society of mortals.

When the heavy snow of Fengtian came, he, like any mortal, suffered the bitterness of the biting cold, and, bewildered, entered this small town.

From being rescued by the middle-aged man to his awakening now, Ye Xuan had seen everything, but he was deeply confused and could not understand why a poor family, struggling even to get through the day during this severe snowy time, would save him—a stranger they had never known before.

Is human nature inherently good?

Is this the everyday life of mortals?

Ye Xuan kept asking himself, his eyes filled with profound confusion.

Did they not know that this would bring great difficulties to their life?

Heaven and Earth were like a slaughterhouse, all beings like pigs and dogs, and Ye Xuan, as a Luotian Mystic Immortal, had always viewed all beings as ants, never caring for the thoughts of ants.

However, the actions of this family today deeply plunged him into a state of bewilderment.

“Young man, the cold has seeped into your body.

Drink this bowl of herbal medicine quickly so that you can recover faster,” the middle-aged man brought over a steaming bowl of herbal medicine and directly propped up Ye Xuan, feeding the soup to him.

The medicine tasted bitter and hard to bear.

Ye Xuan frowned tightly as he tasted the bitterness of the herbal medicine, seemingly experiencing something he had never felt before.

He couldn’t describe or explain this feeling clearly, but a hint of warmth quietly slid across his frozen mind.

“Young man, where are you from and why are you so lightly dressed, wandering alone in this snowy, icy weather?” the young woman softly asked.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not respond.

He merely lowered his eyes, leading the family of three to think that he was extremely weak, and even speaking was a tremendously difficult task for him.

“This young man has just recovered from a serious illness and is still very weak.

Let’s let him rest properly for now,” the middle-aged man softly suggested.

“Big brother, you need to get well soon,” a child’s voice, genuine and clear, shook Ye Xuan’s arm.

“Ok, Han’er, you should go back to your studies.

Don’t disturb this young man’s rest,” the middle-aged man picked up the child and placed him into his arms, then advised Ye Xuan a bit before the family of three returned to their own room.