Since Seventeen followed the three children, some of them were wondering if Seventeen was dead. After all, he had to protect three children, and the place he was going to might be dangerous. But they didn't expect that Seventeen was alive and had a chance to become an immortal. They were really envious.
Seventeen looked at them and said, "The immortal world is just like the mortal world, and it can even be said to be more dangerous. With my skills, I don't even have a chance to fight back in front of those immortals. Moreover, immortals don't even need to use their hands to kill people. They can crush people with just a pressure. You don't know that those beasts are all intelligent and their fighting power is amazing..."
That night, Seventeen told his former brothers about some things in the world of immortals, some beautiful, some cruel. They were amazed and envious, but also shocked. They did not expect that the world of immortals was just like their mortal world, with inescapable cruelty.
However, even though they knew there was killing there, they still yearned for it. After all, once they embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, they would have twice the lifespan of ordinary people, and they would be able to witness so many things they had never seen before. Even though they knew it was cruel, they still regretted that they did not have such a chance to become immortals.
The next morning, Fengjiu helped Pan Hong inject spiritual energy with silver needles to activate the blood and meridians in his legs, while having someone prepare a medicinal bath for him to soak in. Not long after she returned to the courtyard, she saw Pan's father and his men delivering the apology gift that the emperor had ordered earlier.
“Madam, these are the gifts sent by our emperor as apology.” Father Pan ordered someone to deliver the gifts to the courtyard where Fengjiu lived and placed them on the table, saying, “These are not as good as the treasures you have seen, but they are also a token of his love.”
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "I'll give you the things! These things are of no use to us."
Seeing this, Pan Ning asked someone to send those things to the main courtyard. Because they also knew that these things they regarded as treasures were really useless to the immortals.
Fengjiu walked slowly to the outside of the yard and sat down, watching the children playing outside. At Fengjiu's signal, Pan's father and Pan Ning also came to sit at the table.
"It only takes three days to acupuncture Pan Hong's legs with silver needles. He can slowly recover by soaking in the medicinal bath during the rest of the time. When his legs can stand up and walk, let him walk more in the early morning every day, and he will recover faster."
Hearing Feng Jiu's words, Father Pan and Pan Ning quickly responded: "Okay, we'll remember that."
"Dad! Grandpa, I want to cultivate like Yue'er and Muchen!" Bo Qing ran over and held Pan Ning's hand: "I want to be as powerful as them. Dad, not only can I not beat Muchen, I can't beat Yue'er either."
He admitted that he couldn't beat Mu Chen, but how come he couldn't even touch the corner of Yue'er's clothes
"Stop messing around!" Pan Ning scolded.
"I'm not fooling around, I just want to cultivate immortality!" He refused to admit defeat, and was not afraid of his father's scolding. Instead, he came to his grandfather and pulled his sleeve: "Grandpa, I want to cultivate immortality, I want to become very powerful."
"Don't act silly, kid." Pan's father also said, patting his hand to comfort him.
Seeing that his grandfather didn't speak up for him, Bo Qing rolled his eyes and looked at the aunt who looked like a fairy. He walked in front of her, slightly raised his head and looked at the person who was still taller than him, looking at her with hope in his eyes: "Aunt Feng, can I also cultivate immortality? Can I be as powerful as Mu Chen and Sister Yue'er?"