Chapter 3

In the immortal realm, Shen Feng experienced a full millennium.

Shen Feng's disposition had undergone a complete transformation; he was no longer the ordinary and shy boy he once was.

As the Immortal Emperor governing a world, there were countless heavenly beauties who harbored admiration for him, and he had taken on three female disciples of exceptional beauty.

"Is there anything else?" Shen Feng stopped in his tracks.

He wanted to see his parents as soon as possible, but now that his cultivation was completely lost, he couldn't even fly through the air.

He could only take a train or a plane, but he was penniless and needed to find a way to earn money.

This time, he had crossed one void after another at all costs. Only three years had passed on Earth, and he wanted to improve his parents' lives so they would never worry about food or clothing again.

Therefore, he had to earn a large sum of money in the shortest time possible before going to see his parents.

He couldn't help but touch the ring finger of his left hand and sighed inwardly, thinking to himself, "This time, even the storage ring was destroyed. I really have to start from scratch."

Su Jingyu, who had caught up, detected the indifference in Shen Feng's tone and felt a twinge of discomfort.

Had her charm diminished?

In high school, she was the school's beauty, and she maintained that title in college. After graduation, men pursued her one after another. When had anyone ever been impatient with her?

She defiantly puffed out her full chest, "Shen Feng, you never attended any of the class reunions. How about we have dinner together today?"

After speaking, Su Jingyu felt a bit regretful. Normally, it was always men who asked her out; she had never taken the initiative to ask a man out.

Shen Feng looked at Su Jingyu.

She wore a long white dress, with her black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her nose was delicately wrinkled, and she looked like a lotus that had risen from the mud without being tainted.

Unfortunately.

Shen Feng was no longer the inexperienced young man he once was: "I'm not hungry."

As the Immortal Emperor, even though his cultivation was now lost, he wouldn't feel hungry for days.

Moreover, in the immortal realm, there were people specifically responsible for his meals. He was accustomed to the delicious food of the immortal realm, and Earth's food would probably be hard to swallow.

Su Jingyu, who was waiting for Shen Feng's response, widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief.

Shen Feng actually refused?

This bastard actually refused her first initiative?

After a two-second daze, she heard Shen Feng's voice again: "Don't believe the scammers on the street in the future. It's better to rely on yourself than on others."

Regaining her composure, Su Jingyu saw Shen Feng walking forward without any lingering, which made her clench her teeth in anger. But thinking about the fate of Wu Xianshi and the others, her curiosity remained unquenched.

After pursing her lips in frustration, Su Jingyu followed him again.

Just then.

Shen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Su Jingyu, who was following behind, didn't expect Shen Feng to stop abruptly. She couldn't control her steps, and her full chest collided with his back.

Su Jingyu's face turned slightly red, especially when she saw Shen Feng act as if nothing had happened. She had been pursued by many men since childhood, but she had never been in a serious relationship.

Shen Feng didn't have the heart to pay attention to Su Jingyu.

Because he felt a dense spiritual energy fluctuation in the air, which made him stop suddenly.

The spiritual energy on Earth was too thin, and he needed a large amount of dense spiritual energy to adjust his Immortal Emperor's body.

His current body couldn't even store spiritual energy, let alone start cultivating again.

Su Jingyu was about to explode, her teeth tightly biting her lower lip, and she shouted, "Shen Feng!"

But Shen Feng walked towards the east side of the antique market, completely ignoring Su Jingyu's shouts.

This time, Su Jingyu was so angry that her breathing became erratic. Being completely ignored by a man, and a man who was just a former classmate, was something she couldn't tolerate. She followed Shen Feng's steps.

They walked eastward.

Shen Feng stopped in front of an antique shop called "Qibao Pavilion," where he had just sensed the dense spiritual energy.

Su Jingyu, in a huff, didn't speak but stood beside Shen Feng.

The Qibao Pavilion was very quiet.

There was only a fat man with a face full of fat and a thin middle-aged man.

Shen Feng's gaze fixed on the left wrist of the thin middle-aged man, where there was a string of white jade beads.

Ordinary people couldn't see anything special about this string of jade beads, but Shen Feng felt the dense spiritual energy coming from the jade beads.

He stepped into the Qibao Pavilion, determined to obtain this string of jade beads.

The fat man with a face full of fat was the owner of the antique shop. Seeing a customer enter, his eyes sparkled.

But seeing Shen Feng's attire, his fat face wrinkled. To maintain a good business relationship, he asked, "What do you two need? My shop, Qibao Pavilion, is known for its fair dealing."

Shen Feng ignored the fat man and kept his gaze fixed on the thin middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man felt the attention and met Shen Feng's gaze, "What can I do for you, young man?"

Shen Feng was already certain. This middle-aged man was not only thin but also had a sallow complexion.

When Shen Feng first arrived in the immortal realm, he had entered the path of medicine and was once known as the Medical Sage.

Later, he delved into higher-level alchemy and became an alchemist, using his medical skills less and less.

With his ability to sense qi, he could immediately tell that the middle-aged man was ill.

This ability relied on sensing, not requiring any spiritual energy, which suited Shen Feng's current state.

"I want the string of jade beads on your wrist," Shen Feng said straightforwardly.

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback and then smiled, "Young man, although this string of jade beads isn't worth much, it's not something you can afford. I bought it for 5.8 million at an auction."

He thought the young man in front of him, dressed oddly and looking like a beggar, would back off.

But the next second.

Everyone in the room stared at Shen Feng with strange looks.

He said, "I'm not buying your string of jade beads. I want you to give it to me."

The middle-aged man's face showed displeasure. Was this young man out of his mind?

The fat man, Qian, spoke up to drive them away, "Please leave, both of you! There's nothing here for you."

The middle-aged man was clearly a valued customer of Qian.

Su Jingyu's face changed slightly. She recognized the middle-aged man's identity. Just as she was about to pull Shen Feng away,

"You've had a loss of taste for two years, haven't you? Now you can't taste anything."

"I can help you recover your sense of taste. In return, you must give me the string of jade beads on your wrist."

Shen Feng's words stunned everyone.

Qian, Su Jingyu, and the middle-aged man were instantly speechless.

Su Jingyu was an intern doctor at the First People's Hospital of Wuzhou. She had seen this middle-aged man in the hospital.

The largest and most luxurious Ziyue Club in Wuzhou belonged to this middle-aged man.

Wang Anxiong could be said to have considerable influence in Wuzhou and a wide circle of friends.

Due to her internship, Su Jingyu knew about Wang Anxiong's loss of taste, and all the doctors in the hospital were at a loss.

She heard that Wang Anxiong had visited many famous doctors over the past two years, but his sense of taste had never been restored.