Chapter 2

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!"

Xuxian, carrying a single-shoulder schoolbag, kicked off his shoes at the door and changed into a pair of slippers. He called out towards the kitchen and then slipped into his bedroom.

Xuxian's home was a three-bedroom apartment in an old building from the early 1990s. It was allocated to his father, Xu Wanshan, when he became the workshop director at the factory. Of course, even though it was allocated, it still cost Xu Wanshan his life savings, and he became a mortgage slave as a result.

However, owning a house in a big city like Longcheng, even if it was an old one, still made them city dwellers.

Because of this, Xu Wanshan, a quiet man, became even more silent.

But the quiet man's hope for his son to become successful never wavered.

Xuxian's grades were average, but Xu Wanshan still pulled many strings and spent a lot of money to get him into the most promising middle school. The carefree Xuxian of the past could no longer afford to be so carefree after "dying once."

Perhaps, this realization was an unexpected gain from the moment he felt he was about to die when he was hit by the "Xianfu."

People always grow up, especially after experiencing unforgettable and special events.

Xu's mother, Fei Qiue, who was in the kitchen, heard her son's voice and called out, "Come wash your hands and eat. Your father is working overtime today!"

Xuxian's eyebrows furrowed slightly. As he washed his hands, he asked, "Why is he suddenly working overtime? Dad hasn't worked overtime in a long time, right?"

"Something happened at the factory!" Fei Qiue shrugged and placed a plate of vegetables on the dining table, casually saying, "It seems the boss's family had some issues, and the products produced earlier were not up to standard. The boss got really angry, and your father got caught up in it!"

Xuxian nodded and started eating with his mother.

Fei Qiue was only in her forties, but she looked like she was in her fifties. If you looked closely at her face, you could see that she was a beauty in her youth. However, a lingering illness from her younger days, which had tormented her for years, had made her age prematurely. For this reason, Xuxian had to secretly crush the Qingling Pills into powder and add them to the dishes to improve their health, especially his mother's.

Perhaps, in the future, he could achieve something great and make them proud.

The Qingling Pills were the only pills Xuxian could bring out of the Xianfu, and he only had about a hundred left.

He knew from the formula of the Qingling Pills that the ingredients were easy to find, available at any traditional Chinese medicine shop. The only hard-to-find main ingredient was a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. However, there were many such ginsengs, even some thousand-year-old and two-thousand-year-old ones, in the Xianfu's medicinal garden.

Of course, he would need to collect the other ordinary herbs himself, which required money, and he couldn't ask his parents for it.

After dinner, Xuxian returned to his bedroom. Instead of reviewing his lessons, he thought about how to make money.

The college entrance exam was less than half a month away, and there wasn't much he could learn in such a short time. Reading the books later would be just as effective, and there was no need to push himself so hard. With the Xianfu, cheating during the exam would be too easy.

He turned on his computer, logged onto the web, and looked for ways to make money quickly. Unexpectedly, he saw a news article.

If it were ordinary news, he wouldn't have paid much attention, but this news was related to the factory where his father, Xu Wanshan, worked, so he had to read it carefully. After reading it, his eyebrows furrowed.

The wife of the chairman of the Huo Family Group in Longcheng, Huo Cheng, had apparently gone mentally unstable, claiming to have seen something unclean in the house, and then committed suicide... Huo Cheng himself seemed very exhausted and almost got into a car accident...

A series of questions arose in his mind as he read the report.

Shaking his head, Xuxian slapped his forehead and scolded himself for being stupid. "There are so many spiritual herbs in the Xianfu's medicinal garden. Even a common hundred-year-old ginseng could fetch a million or so!" He paused and shook his head again, thinking, "This won't work. It's a foolish act to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. Cultivating a hundred-year-old spiritual herb is extremely difficult, and time is the biggest challenge."

"Never mind, let's not think about this for now!" Shaking his head, Xuxian turned off his computer and began to cultivate.

He was cultivating the Nine Yang Heavenly Art, the only cultivation technique he could obtain from the Xianfu, which was also the main cultivation technique of the Xianfu's owner, the Nine Yang Immortal Venerable. Along with the Nine Yang Heavenly Art, he also obtained a cultivation insight bead, left behind by the Nine Yang Immortal Venerable.

With this cultivation insight bead, Xuxian, who had no prior knowledge of cultivation or understanding of the technique, had no difficulty starting his cultivation journey.

Moreover, his body had been transformed by the Xianfu into a Nine Yang Body, making his cultivation of the Nine Yang Heavenly Art much more efficient.

In reality, it was almost impossible for a Nine Yang Body to exist.

The conditions for the appearance of a Nine Yang Body or a Nine Yin Body were extremely stringent. A male infant born in a year, month, day, and hour of yang would be considered a half-Nine Yang Body. The other half required being in an extremely yang location, which was a yang position in the Eight Trigrams.

It required the right time, place, and person to create such a rarity, and such a rarity could hardly survive for long. Just like the curse that a Nine Yin Body could not live past eighteen, a Nine Yang Body could not survive past childhood.

However, such a rarity had an extraordinary cultivation speed that many ordinary people could not match. Xuxian, transformed by the Xianfu, was such a rarity. Of course, because of the Nine Yang Heavenly Art, he could live well.

After two hours, his eyes suddenly opened. He thought to himself, "This won't do. I need to find a place with dense yin energy to balance the Nine Yang fiery energy in my body, otherwise, I'll get too overheated! Huo Cheng's villa has something unclean, so it must have a lot of yin energy. I should go check it out!"

With that thought, Xuxian stood up, tidied up a bit, and looked in the mirror. "Damn, I look even better than this morning. How can others live with this?" He then stylishly ran his hand through his hair, smiled, and quietly left the house.

At ten o'clock at night, Longcheng was just beginning its nightlife, bustling with neon lights and bright street lamps.

The sounds of cars, people, and distant songs filled the air. Of course, the high-pitched male voice from a distant KTV was a torture to the ears.

On a small street below his residential complex, the night market was in full swing. In the crowded street, a large white dog was walking around, occasionally biting people... Naturally, this was followed by curses, screams, and other reactions.

But the large white dog just grinned, wagging its tail and acting as it pleased.

When it saw Xuxian, the large white dog happily ran over, followed by two strong men.

"Troublemaker!" Xuxian cursed under his breath and walked away without looking back. He knew the dog was doing it on purpose; otherwise, it would have bitten them and they would be lying on the ground, not chasing after it.

Sure enough, not far away, the dog bit Xuxian's clothes, wagging its tail and barking happily.