250: I'm not here to be a wishing well!

“Monstrous! The Canglan Guard is simply monstrous!”

The Loose Cultivator leading them at first was so disgusted his eyes turned red, bloodshot even.

He stared in disbelief at the Canglan Guard laughing at the entrance. What kind of people could so disregard lives and toy with others!

Such a twisted sense of humor.

The Loose Cultivator finally understood that everything they did, in the eyes of these “important figures,” was like a dancer in a hall, merely for their amusement.

If they no longer wished to watch, they would simply overturn the table.

The Loose Cultivator fell silent.

He tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.

He understood. Only by being strong could he change this world. If he was weak, even his ferocity would be seen as “cute” and “amusing” by the strong.

His integrity was his own, but maintaining it required strength.

Strength, strength, strength... The Loose Cultivator’s back, as he left with his sword, was ramrod straight.

The Magistrate and his officials were all slain by a “chivalrous” Cultivator, earning continuous praise from the people of Yunjian County.

However, due to the methods used, the people of Yunjian County also felt a sense of dread.

This person... surely doesn't have some dark side to him, does he?

...A Sheng’s illness was cured.

But the neighbors next door seemed to have started developing a fever.

Accompanied by symptoms of vomiting.

A Sheng’s neighbors were originally a family of seven, three generations living together. A famine left only the strong brother and sister.

The brother and sister were thirteen and twelve, respectively.

If it hadn't been for the age limit, they too would have wanted to become Immortal Children.

They heard that if an Immortal became powerful, he could even revive his relatives!

The elders in their family left their last rations for them; no matter what, they had to survive.

But now, the sister was sobbing at home.

Because her brother, who had given her rations, had now also collapsed.

A Shengs Mother and A Sheng's Father felt pity for the two children next door, but considering their own family’s situation, they only provided care and would not bring them into their home.

In this year of famine, one must first ensure one’s own family survives before talking about “kindness.”

The crying from next door continued.

A Shengs Mother asked, “What’s wrong with those two children next door?”

A Sheng's Father sighed.

“It’s most likely because of the food. Alas... those two children next door are truly pitiful.”

A Shengs Mother also sighed, “How wonderful it would be if there were no famine this year. Husband, why don’t you go check on them next door? Their family was large back then.

They often looked after our family.

Now it’s our turn to repay the favor.

We won’t bring the two children home to eat, but we should at least do something. Just this once. If it happens again, we won’t interfere.”

A Sheng's Father nodded.

He had the same thought.

Before the famine, the neighbors had often looked after his family. Now, he couldn’t simply listen to their child crying like that and not go check.

“Then I’ll go check. You keep an eye on the house.”

A Sheng's Father took his protective items and went out.

He knocked on the neighbor’s courtyard gate a few times.

No one opened it.

A Sheng's Father walked to the wall closest to the house and, raising his voice as much as possible, called out, “Eryatou, it’s me, open the door!”

The crying inside paused.

Then the door opened.

A Sheng's Father looked at the emaciated little girl.

Two children had an even harder time surviving during this famine, but fortunately, they were older and knew how to find food.

The little girl was skin and bones. Seeing him, she tremblingly said, “Uncle Xu, my brother... my brother collapsed from hunger...”

“Quick, take me to see him.”

Upon hearing this, A Sheng's Father’s expression froze, then he rushed into the house.

Once inside.

A Sheng's Father looked at the boy and then said in a deep voice, “Eryatou, your brother might be hungry, but the main reason is that he’s sick.”

Eryatou looked up, “Sick? What kind of sickness?”

Her face was pale, “It’s over, how can we treat a sickness?”

A Sheng's Father thought for a moment and said, “I have a way.”

...In the cave.

Jiang Ning felt the power of incense and once again entered the Incense Visualization World.

He noticed that among the light dots on A Sheng’s side, a tiny new light dot had appeared.

Jiang Ning was startled.

He followed the guidance of the incense power and manifested.

Kneeling in the house was not A Sheng’s family.

But a frail little girl.

Beside the little girl lay a boy not much older than her.

Jiang Ning immediately saw the illness Qi on the boy.

The little girl cried and prayed.

“Greatly Compassionate and Merciful, Boundless Immortal Lord of Blessings and Life... Immortal Venerable, please bless my brother so he can live, not be sick, be healthy... um... become successful in the future... marry a beautiful, rich, and gentle sister-in-law... if he can Cultivate, that would be even better, of course...”

Jiang Ning was torn between laughter and tears.

No, is she treating me like a wishing well?!

Jiang Ning thought for a moment. The power of incense indeed couldn't make someone a top scholar or an Immortal Cultivator... One must know that most who Cultivate with incense have poor Cultivation Aptitude!

However... while the power of incense itself might not be able to.

For Cultivators, although it can’t directly intervene, at a certain level, it can change a common person’s “luck,” making his fortune better.

It seems even “Gods” can feel helpless.

Never mind. Although I can’t fulfill your other wishes, I can help you dispel the illness Qi.

Moreover, for her to constantly ask him to dispel illness Qi isn’t a sustainable solution. The wealth of the working people must be created by the working people themselves!

Since conditions aren’t right now, let’s just do this for the time being.

Jiang Ning mobilized the power of incense to weaken the illness Qi on the boy... In A Sheng’s home.

A Sheng's Father, having heard these “wishes,” was speechless.

This girl, why was she spouting such nonsense?

After kowtowing, Eryatou turned and looked at A Shengs Mother and A Sheng's Father.

“Uncle and Auntie... will this really work?”

A Sheng's Father said earnestly, “Eryatou, Greatly Compassionate and Merciful, Boundless Immortal Lord of Blessings and Life is a good Immortal. He cures illnesses and saves people without needing offerings, only sincerity.”

A Shengs Mother also nodded.

Eryatou felt there was something strange about this family.

But she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

However, worshipping Immortals was something everyone did, it just never manifested power before.

A quarter of an hour later.

Eryatou watched as her brother's fever subsided and he stopped vomiting, her eyes lit up.

“Uncle and Auntie! My brother is really better!”

Eryatou quickly knelt before Jiang Ning’s divine tablet.

She kowtowed several times vigorously.

“Thank you, Greatly Compassionate and Merciful, Boundless Immortal Lord of Blessings and Life!”

After kowtowing, Eryatou returned to the bedside and took her brother’s hand.

“Brother! You were sick, and I prayed to Greatly Compassionate and Merciful, Boundless Immortal Lord of Blessings and Life for you not to be sick, and your illness really got better! It’s amazing!

And I also asked Greatly Compassionate and Merciful, Boundless Immortal Lord of Blessings and Life for you to be successful in the future and marry a good sister-in-law.

Oh, and to Cultivate!

I wonder if the Immortal Venerable will also fulfill these wishes along the way...”

Upon hearing this, A Sheng was moved.

“Father... Mother, why don’t you also pray for me? I want to Cultivate too.”

A Shengs Mother and A Sheng's Father: ...What a sin!