249: Chapter 101: For Whom Does the 90-Year-Old Elder Weep_1 249: Chapter 101: For Whom Does the 90-Year-Old Elder Weep_1 Without a doubt, Old Li was a qualified undercover agent.
He sold pies in Jia City for several years, and his pies were truly marvelous, rivaling even those from ti-honored brands.
Over the years, he kept to himself and made good neighbors.
He only occasionally returned to his so-called “ho” in Yue City, which was nothing more than one of his deception tactics—a blindness spell.
Anyone who tried to investigate him would be t with a ssy entanglent that even the smartest person would have to put in considerable effort to untangle.
He led a normal life on a daily basis and only took action when Hu Shaong contacted him.
Having witnessed the world of Transcendent Cultivators, what did mundane gold and silver count for?
This ti, to contact a Transcendent Cultivator from World Building and hire soone to assassinate another Transcendent Cultivator, the re thought made his aging body’s blood run hot.
He escaped abroad and stopped in a small city on the border of Rong Country.
He had prepared to flee far and wide, but unexpectedly, he received news that he could return to his country.
No one ca after him.
His carefully planned escape routes were left untouched, the paths he chose so diligently ignored by all.
He had been ready to et his death, but the end he awaited never ca.
He had even imagined many tis how he would perform in front of an enraged Transcendent Cultivator with the last of his life, fooling the transcendently powerful being into heading the wrong way…
Not dying was ultimately a good thing.
After going in circles, he still ended up returning to his holand.
Jia City was no longer an option, so he settled down in Yue City to recuperate.
Fortunately, working for a Transcendent master ant he was not short of silver.
His wife at “ho” might not be beautiful, but she was sensible and caring.
Life went on as usual, and if Hu Shaong did not contact him, he planned to continue living this way.
It was no different from running his pie shop in Jia City, just another day repeating itself.
He discovered he was sick three days ago.
Initially, he thought he would get over it with ti, but his condition only worsened.
He had thought that at his age, he was not afraid of death.
How could he be afraid of dying after being involved in affairs that risked his head?
Yet sohow, looking at that ugly wife of his, only married as a cover, watching her snot and tears pour down her hideous face…
He…
suddenly felt fear.
He reached under the bed into a hidden compartnt, took out a box of Gold Leaves, and scattered them on the ground, ordering his wife to seek the best physician!
Money talks.
Doctor Qin ca, his eyesight probably failing him, for he couldn’t even read the pulse correctly.
He looked and observed, again and again.
In the end, he even took off Old Li’s clothes, and after examination, he collapsed to the ground with a thud!
He got up, left imdiately, and didn’t even take a single Gold Leaf.
Old Li knew he was done for.
There was no hope for him.
But luckily, he had left behind so gold and silver.
Money, after all, is an external possession—nothing brought into life, and nothing taken with one in death, but it should be enough for this kind-hearted but ugly wife to live comfortably.
His only regret was that he could no longer serve the powerful Transcendent master.
This was as close as he would ever get to the Transcendent world in this lifeti…
At this mont, Old Li was unaware that Hu Shaong—who had been like a demon god in his mind—had already been killed.
He was preoccupied with his own elderly worries.
A little tired, he closed his eyes on the bed, unaware of the impact his death would have on this land and this world.
His half-deaf ugly wife did not even touch the gold and silver.
She just held his increasingly cold body and started to cry with an unpleasant sound.
…
anwhile, a neighbor, leaving his house with a gift in hand, glanced and saw a white banner hanging in front of the Li Family’s door.
The two groups of Armored Soldiers standing outside the door also filled him with fear and trepidation.
Was it adultery?
A plot for money and murder?
All sorts of ssy thoughts raced through his head as he turned around intending to retreat.
“Stop there!
What are you doing!” a soldier shouted loudly but didn’t approach.
“Gentlen of the military,” the neighbor walked forward, trying to get closer to explain, but he was startled by a soldier suddenly drawing his sword.
“Just stand right there, don’t co any closer!”
“Yes, yes, I won’t co any closer,” he said, his face paling with fear, hurrying to explain: “I heard Old Li was sick.
As a neighbor, I thought to bring so gifts to see him.
I have no idea what’s happened in his house, I assure you, gentlen!”
The soldier asked, “Are you very close with this family?”
“I never really had the chance, he was hardly ever at ho.
He’s finally co back recently and you know the saying, ‘better a near neighbor than a distant cousin,’ so I thought of visiting.”
The soldier glanced back at his comrade before shouting, “Go back to your room!”
The man didn’t dare say more, scurrying back to his house.
He was left only with a heart full of confusion and a sense of unease that wouldn’t dissipate.
…
In the city of Yue’s western district lay the largest and most prestigious dical hall,
caught now under a gloomy cloud.
All the apprentices were ousted from the backyard, leaving only Doctor Qin sitting alone in the courtyard.
The apprentices could only talk to him by shouting across half of the courtyard.
The City Lord of Yue stood at the entrance at this ti.
Doctor Qin, now in his nineties, remained vigorous and spoke with a strong voice,
but for so reason, the apprentices with swollen red eyes stood blockade at the door.
“I took off my clothes to inspect…”
Doctor Qin said, “There are lumps on my body…
only three days left!”
The City Lord of Yue stood at the entrance, his face somber, as he asked, “Is there any way to treat it?”
Doctor Qin responded miserably, “Let’s see what fate the heavens have in store for !”
“City Lord, this matter cannot be concealed!
Even…
the help of the Sect Master from our nation is needed!
And we, we can only wait!”
“Doctor Qin,” the City Lord of Yue could not help but say, “It can’t be that bad…?”
Doctor Qin pleaded painfully, “City Lord, one must guard against minor problems that could lead to major disasters.
Rember, a dam a thousand miles long is destroyed by an anthill!
Yet, is this just a minor problem?!”
The City Lord of Yue was silent for a long mont, “I have an idea of the situation.
Doctor Qin, rest assured and recuperate.
We will need your efforts later.”
Without waiting for Doctor Qin to respond, the City Lord of Yue left with his guards.
Doctor Qin sat alone in the courtyard, suddenly bursting into loud weeping.
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