The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

It was already dark when he returned to his residence. Matthew knocked on the old man's door gently.

He planned to share one of his steamed buns with the old man.

He knew that for someone like the old man, it was already difficult to have a full stomach like himself.

After knocking more than ten times without hearing any response, Matthew felt a little strange.

Usually at this time, the old man would have closed his stall and went home. He had no relatives or friends in the city, and he would go home as soon as he closed his stall on weekdays. Why didn't he respond today?

After hesitating outside the door for a while, Matthew finally decided to go in and take a look.

The old man was old, and if something unexpected happened, it would be troublesome.

With a strong push, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open. Matthew had rarely done this before and had long been accustomed to it.

"Well, there is a light."

After entering the yard, Matthew saw a light on in a room, which meant that there was someone in the room, but why didn't the old man respond to him?

Suddenly, an uneasy thought arose from the bottom of his heart. Matthew ran over quickly and pushed open the unlocked door. He saw the old man lying on the edge of the bed.

Perhaps Matthew's movement was too loud and startled the old man. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Matthew. A smile appeared on his old face.

"Grandpa Zheng, what's wrong with you?" Matthew rushed over and helped the old man up from the edge of the bed and asked.

"You...you kid, finally...finally came back. I thought I couldn't see you for the last time, cough cough cough..." The old man half leaning on the bed stroked Matthew's cheek with his hand and said weakly.

"Hasn't your body always been strong? Why is it like this suddenly?" Tears were already rolling in his eyes, and Matthew shouted with a crying voice.

Before he went into the mountains, he went home with the old man. At that time, the old man was fine. He even joked with Matthew that he would take him to the largest restaurant in Wangxian City to celebrate after Matthew tested his spiritual roots.

But he didn't expect that he would become like this after just two days of not seeing him.

"I sold a product to a cultivator before, and the man wanted to return it. I couldn't pay and was beaten." The old man, who had calmed down, spoke more steadily.

"Don't you always say not to provoke cultivators? How come you were beaten by a cultivator in the end?" Matthew said with some complaints after wiping his tears.

Mortals like them who have no power and no influence can only suffer in silence even if they are beaten by cultivators. There is no place to complain.

"It's because the man himself doesn't know how to use it, and he insists that my things are not good. What can I do? I can't pay and can only be beaten." The old man returned to his usual nonchalant look and said with a smile.

"Aren't you usually very frugal? Where is the money from selling things?" Matthew asked with some doubts.

Since he met the old man, he has never seen him spend a lot of money. Even for daily meals, the old man would pick up the discarded food from the restaurant kitchen. Matthew couldn't figure out where the old man would spend his money.

The old man didn't answer Matthew's words, but raised his hand and pointed to a cabinet next to him and said, "There is something on the top layer, bring it over."

Hearing the old man's words, Matthew immediately got up and moved a stool. After standing up and reaching out to grope on the cabinet, he soon found a box that was a little heavy.

After taking the box down, Matthew found that it was very clean. It seemed that the old man often used this box.

Although this box looked a little old, it was very beautiful, with many beautiful patterns carved on it.

After taking the box in front of the old man, the old man said, "Open it, there are things prepared for you inside."

Matthew was stunned when he heard this. He never thought that the old man would leave something for him.

The box was not locked, and it was easy to open the box by pulling up the button on it.

There weren't many things in the box, but Matthew was surprised.

Some silver coins, twenty low-grade spirit stones, a jade bottle, and a booklet at the bottom.

"Inside the bottle is a marrow cleansing pill, which was bought with the spirit stones from selling things. If you really don't have spiritual roots, taking this pill can also make you healthy and free from diseases." Seeing Matthew pick up the jade bottle, the old man's smile deepened a little, and his eyes were full of kindness.

"Marrow cleansing pill...it takes fifty spirit stones to buy one, and it depends on luck to buy it. You..." After hearing that there was a marrow cleansing pill in the bottle, Matthew was also shocked and said slowly.

He knew how valuable the marrow cleansing pill was. This thing is a good thing even in the eyes of immortal cultivators.

"This thing is useless to me. I bought it specially for you. The spirit stones in the box are also left to you." The old man raised his head vigorously and said.

"I..."

Matthew was choked up and didn't know what to say. The old man's gift was too precious.

"I am an old man who has no children in my life. I have long regarded you as my own grandson. Leaving you this little thing is considered to be a last favor to you." Seeing that Matthew's face was already covered with two lines of tears, the old man reached out and gently wiped away the tears and smiled.

But after he finished laughing, he coughed violently, and black blood flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth.

"Grandpa, you have been poisoned!"

After staying in Baiyaotang for a few years, Matthew also knew some basic pharmacology. He could tell at a glance that the blood coughed up by the old man was abnormal.

"It was that immortal cultivator who did it. He took a poison pill before me. If I can't come up with 50 spirit stones within three days, he will kill me. Today is the third day." The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

Although his body was very weak, there was no regret on his face.

"Grandpa, tell me your name, I want to avenge you!" Matthew clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"It's useless to tell you. The other party is an immortal cultivator. We mortals are just ants in their eyes, unless you become an immortal cultivator." The old man shook his head and said.

Seeing that Matthew wanted to continue, the old man pointed to the last item in the box and said, "Take a look at this exercise book first."

Matthew understood that the old man didn't want to die by himself, so he had no choice but to follow the old man's instructions and take out the booklet.

Ma Xiu was illiterate before. After entering Baiyaotang, Manager Chen wanted to train him to be a pharmacist at first, so he let Ma Xiu learn to read and write in the store when he had time.

"Lotus Sword Technique!" Ma Xiu softly read out the four big characters on the booklet.

"I told you before that the ancestor was an extraordinary cultivator, but the descendants were not blessed. Since the ancestor, no one with spiritual roots has appeared, and thus declined." After seeing Ma Xiu read out the name of the technique, the old man slowly said.

"Grandpa, is this technique passed down by your ancestors?" Ma Xiu tightened the Lotus Sword Technique in his hand and asked.

"No, this technique was obtained by the ancestor in a cultivator's cave. At that time, the ancestor's cultivation was already very high. Although this technique is good, he did not have the idea of ​​dispersing the power and re-cultivating it, so he left it in the clan for people with predestined relationships to practice. It's a pity that there has not been a person with spiritual roots since it was passed to me." The old man's face was full of grief.

Which mortal living in Wangxian City does not desire to become a cultivator with great abilities?

However, due to the limitation of spiritual roots, most mortals can only spend their lives in disappointment.

"I will definitely keep this skill book well. If I can't practice it, I will find a suitable person to pass it on to him." Matthew said solemnly.

"That's great. You are good at everything, but you are too easy to trust people. Remember my words, no matter who you are, you must be more careful. It will save your life!" The old man said, holding Matthew's shoulders tightly with both hands.

"I remember!" Although it hurt a little, Matthew didn't care and nodded heavily.

"The poison has already broken out in my body. I feel that time is running out. Come and talk to me." After explaining the last thing, the old man's body softened and leaned back to his original position, and his voice became a little weak.

"Grandpa, please tell me who did this to you. I promise that I will never provoke the other party before I have the power to protect myself!" Matthew asked in a deep voice after wiping away his tears.

"Liu... Xing... Jian..." The old man slowly closed his eyes after saying these three words.

Reaching out and gently touching the old man's neck, after not feeling the pulse, Matthew put the box in his hand aside, stepped back a few steps and knelt on the ground.

At this moment, he did not cry anymore, but kowtowed three times to the old man.