Chapter 2

The immortals ultimately did not take Wu Jie away with them. They only told him that if he truly wanted to cultivate, he had to leave this town and venture into the vast world outside to seek his own opportunities for enlightenment.

"We of the Dragon Taming Sect value the concept of 'opportunity' the most. Since you did not appear before your senior master, it means your opportunity does not lie with us," the steady immortal said.

Seeing Wu Jie's bright eyes quickly dim, the lively immortal could not bear it and said, "You don't need to be disheartened. Since you have the heart to seek the Dao and have come to us in time, it means you might indeed be someone with potential. It's just that your opportunity has not truly appeared yet. So... go and find your true opportunity!"

After saying this, the two immortals stepped on golden light and quickly flew away at a speed Wu Jie could never catch up to.

After the two immortals left, Wu Jie was somewhat distracted.

Compared to the pain of never having had hope, the pain of losing hope after having it is even more unbearable.

He had truly made up his mind to cultivate and seek immortality. Because of this, he valued this immortal opportunity even more and was even more unwilling to lose it.

Moreover, he could see that the two immortals had indeed been moved at one point and had once intended to guide him into the mountains to cultivate.

But they ultimately gave up because of "opportunity."

As cultivators who had just entered the Dao, they did not have the qualifications to guide others into the sect. Only the tall man who had broken the Three Mountains Daoist's spell and captured him had that qualification.

If Wu Jie could have appeared before the tall man left and asked him to guide him, perhaps he would already be cultivating in the immortal mountains by now?

Immortals value opportunity the most. Since Wu Jie did not appear at that time, it meant his opportunity did not align. Since his opportunity did not align, he could not force it.

Wu Jie could not understand this obsession with "opportunity." To him, this mindset seemed a bit pathological. But he could understand their actions and calmly accepted the outcome of the opportunity slipping away from him.

Or rather, he tried to make himself calm down.

Dazed, he returned home, put the medicine basket and hoe aside, took out many small boxes from under the medicine counter, and a bag of dried sand, and began practicing habitually.

Each box was labeled with a weight: one tael, half a tael, three qian, two and a half qian... Wu Jie casually picked up a box, opened the lid, and, by feel, pinched a small amount of sand and placed it in the box, then closed the lid and moved to the next one.

This was the special skill he was practicing—grabbing the required amount by feel without using a scale.

The "one grab" skill has a long history, and many old shop assistants in famous stores have this ability. But the usual "one grab" is for miscellaneous goods and candies, with a maximum precision of about half a tael. Wu Jie, however, was practicing the skill of grabbing medicine—medicine is not something where a little more or less doesn't matter. Even a difference of one qian can be a matter of life and death!

So he practiced harder than others and pursued a much higher level of precision.

From the age of eight to fifteen, he practiced diligently every day for seven years to master this skill. Now he could be precise to about one qian and was working towards half a qian—five fen.

If it weren't for what he had seen and heard today, he might have been content to become a skilled physician, perhaps learning more advanced medical techniques in the future, or applying the knowledge from his other world to this one, becoming a divine physician like Xue Muhua or Hu Qingniu, or even achieving historical fame like Hua Tuo or Bian Que...

But now, his thoughts had completely changed!

This was a world with immortals, where eternal life and immortality were entirely possible!

So what he pursued, of course, was becoming an immortal!

Throughout history, countless heroes and sages have fallen to the merciless passage of time, becoming just a wave in the river of history, a page in the annals. But he had the good fortune to come to this world where immortality was possible, and to see the hope that transcends time, standing firm against the flow of the river of time!

More importantly, when he made up his mind to seek immortality, the feeling that filled his heart and soul, making him incredibly determined, was something he had never felt before in his two lifetimes.

"Perhaps... coming to this world and pursuing the path of immortality is my destiny!"

"If it weren't, why have I been having such strange dreams for so many years? Why did I end up in this world?"

"It must be so! I will definitely find my true opportunity and hold it tightly in my hands!"

Thinking of this, his heart grew hot again.

At dinner, he mentioned this to his parents, intending to gauge their reaction.

Actually, even if Wu Jie hadn't said anything, his father and mother had already planned to bring up the matter—Wu Jie's failure to become an immortal had already spread throughout the town, and everyone knew that the usually calm and mature young doctor had become unusually passionate. Many people had seen him running through the town.

Parents know their children best. Even though Wu Jie's father and mother didn't know he was a穿越者 (穿越者 means "穿越者" in Chinese, which can be translated as "transmigrator" or "穿越者"), they had seen his every move and action from childhood and knew that this time, he was truly moved.

Steady people do not easily become passionate, but once they do, they are harder to persuade than those who are easily excited, because they have made their decision after deep consideration.

"Little one, are you really determined to seek immortality?" After a moment of silence, Wu Jie's father asked, "The immortals said that seeking immortality is not easy!"

"I have made up my mind!" Wu Jie said firmly, "After the autumn sacrifice, I will leave to seek the so-called 'opportunity'!"

"Immortality is not so easy to achieve!" Wu Jie's mother advised, "You are smart and steady, and you do things seriously and properly. You will surely become a famous doctor in the future—didn't you often say you wanted to become a great doctor?"

"If I fail to become an immortal, I will certainly return to continue practicing medicine," Wu Jie said, though he had no intention of failing. He lied to comfort his mother, "Besides, I have already finished reading all the medical books at home. On this trip, even if I fail to become an immortal, I will bring back some medical books we don't have."

The two elders exchanged a glance and sighed inwardly.

They could see through the lie about "failing to become an immortal and returning to practice medicine," but with their son speaking so firmly, they could not think of any way to persuade him to change his mind.

From childhood, this child was not one to easily change his mind!

"Then for the next few days, don't practice medicine. Train in martial arts with Du Lao!" Wu Jie's father, who had once roamed the world, knew the importance of martial arts—when alone, the most reliable thing is one's own strength, and being stronger always makes things easier and safer.

Wu Jie nodded and agreed.

He knew this was the biggest concession his parents could make.

That night, he lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The scenes of the immortals' battle kept flashing through his mind, like a movie replaying.

The heart-stopping black smoke, the golden light shooting into the sky, the figures flying away on swords...

He kept recalling what he had seen and heard, and it was a long time before he finally fell asleep.

It was the same familiar black storm, the same familiar sky filled with thunder.

Wu Jie stood in the wind and thunder, as usual, feeling utterly hopeless.

But in the midst of hopelessness, another emotion was swirling and echoing in his heart, like a lava trying to break through the rock and burst out of the ground.

He knew what he wanted to say and do, he knew he had something very important, but he just couldn't remember it.

After a long time, at the moment the thunder struck, a thought flashed through his mind, and he recalled what he had seen and thought about during the day. The suppressed passion suddenly burst out!

"I! Want! To! Become! An! Immortal!" His roar echoed like a bell, drowning out the thunder.

With this roar, the storm suddenly disappeared, and his heart became clear.

Before he transmigrated, he had read many immortal novels and had long suspected that his dreams might be the scene of an immortal transcending a tribulation. But even though he had thought clearly during the day, in his dreams, he was always in a daze, feeling only despair and fear.

Until now, he had finally woken up in his dream.

"What is this all about?" Wu Jie muttered, but the scenery before him began to waver, turning into a misty fog.

He walked forward in the fog, not knowing how long it took, until the scenery suddenly cleared, revealing a small field.

The field was surrounded by mist, but this small field and the area around it were clear and fresh.

No, it wasn't just "clear and fresh," it was truly fresh!

Almost the moment he stepped onto the field, Wu Jie felt the abnormality—here, the air was so fresh that even breathing gave him a sense of pleasure.

Before this, he had never imagined that breathing could bring such a feeling of joy—each breath, from his nose to his trachea to his lungs and then to his entire body, made every cell seem to cheer, like a farmer who had just received a long-awaited rain, or like a parched land desperately absorbing the freshness in the air... After just two or three breaths, he felt completely refreshed, a warmth rising in his bones, and an unparalleled sense of fulfillment and confidence in his heart.

He even felt that if a tiger appeared in front of him, he could beat it to death with just a few punches, like Wu Song!

Unfortunately, in this field, Wu Jie didn't find a tiger, but a rabbit.

A rabbit that was snoring loudly.

It was lying under a tree that looked familiar to Wu Jie, sleeping deeply, snoring like a human.

Wu Jie looked around curiously. The field was empty except for the black soil and the familiar tree and the human-like rabbit.

Wu Jie wanted to observe more, but the slight sound of his footsteps had already woken the sleeping rabbit. Its long ears twitched, and it slowly sat up, stretching lazily.

Yes, it stretched lazily, because in the moment it sat up, it turned into a little girl in a white dress with white hair.

The little girl was about eight or nine years old, with a delicate and lovely face. Her hair and clothes were as white as snow, but her large, watery eyes were red like rubies, and the long rabbit ears on her head clearly indicated her race.

She seemed not fully awake, looking a bit dazed, and her body swayed slightly, making Wu Jie worry that she might fall flat on her face on the flat black soil.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten that she was clearly not human but a monster—when had he ever heard of a monster so dazed that it could fall flat on its face?

Wu Jie soon realized his mistake.

The rabbit-eared girl's eyes naturally fell on him, first with surprise, then confusion, and then with a sudden realization, turning into a look of incredible joy.

Wu Jie had never thought that in just a second or two, he could see so many mature expressions on such a young, innocent face!

What surprised him even more was the girl's next reaction—she flashed to Wu Jie's side, hugged his waist, and burst into tears.

"Master! You're finally back! How could it take so long to transcend a tribulation? How many times has the sea turned to fields and back again?"