Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 202 Heshengtang

"Thanks to Grandpa Wang for his great kindness in helping me bring my grandfather here. I will never forget such deep affection and friendship!" Wu Ming spoke sincerely, and his true feelings came out naturally.

Rather than saying Wu Ming was a time traveler, it would be more accurate to say he forgot to drink the Meng Po soup during his reincarnation. After all, he wasn't an imposter, but rather had grown up alongside Wu Tianlong, and therefore, he considered Wu Tianlong a close relative. As such, he would always remember anyone who showed kindness and care for his grandfather.

"Haha, Wu kid, don't thank me anymore! I know you are worried about your grandfather, so go and visit him as soon as possible!" Wang Cheng saw that Wu Ming was full of concern, so he said to help him.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, and thank you, Grandpa Wang. I will take my leave now. When I have time in the future, I will definitely visit you again to express my apologies."

After saying this, Wu Ming bowed to the two men and said goodbye. After they nodded their permission to leave, Wu Ming hurried out of the cave. Then, he summoned his flying sword and, in a flash, he rushed towards his grandfather's location.

Less than half an hour later, Wu Ming arrived at Qingyun Market as swift as lightning. He slowly lowered his flying sword, finally landing steadily on the ground. Then, Wu Ming leisurely blended in with the other cultivators and entered the bustling Qingyun Market.

Even though dusk was approaching, the afterglow of the setting sun, like a thin golden veil, slowly dissipated into the air, yet the flow of people into the market continued unabated, showing no sign of abating. In the shops lining the street, young shop assistants, gathered in groups of two or three, or four or five, chatted excitedly, discussing anecdotes and gossip related to the monks. Whenever they spotted a monk frequenting a particular shop, they invariably cast envious glances.

You have to know that most of these guys are independent cultivators specially recruited by the store owner. Some of them are in the Body Refining Realm, while others have just entered the Qi Refining Realm.

For them, their wish was simple and practical: they simply hoped for their shop's business to flourish. The more customers came, the more generous the rewards they would receive. If they were lucky enough, they might even encounter a generous cultivator and receive a few precious low-grade spirit stones! That would truly be considered a stroke of luck!

Among these numerous shops, one small shop called "Heshengtang" stood out as particularly deserted, with few customers. A single clerk sat bored at the doorway, staring longingly at the endless stream of monks coming in and out of other shops. He secretly envied them, wishing they could all flock to his shop.

Just as the clerk was lost in his rosy dreams, he suddenly caught sight of a young man slowly approaching. He quickly stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and then approached with a broad smile. However, to his surprise, the young man stopped abruptly at the door, not taking a single step forward. His eyes, as deep as a lake, gazed into the shop, as if trying to penetrate the layers of obstacles and discern the secrets hidden within.

This young man turned out to be none other than Wu Ming, who had hurried all the way from Qingyun Sect. After a long search, Wu Ming finally found the small shop called "Heshengtang." However, despite having arrived at his destination, he paced back and forth at the entrance, unwilling to step inside.

Doesn't this scene just fit the mood described in the ancient poem - "When you are close to home, you are more timid and dare not ask the visitor." However, the waiter at the door naturally had no way of knowing Wu Ming's true inner thoughts, and mistakenly thought that he was suspicious of this seemingly unpopular shop, so he was so hesitant. Thinking of this, how could the waiter just watch the business that was delivered to his door slip away in vain? So, he stepped forward without hesitation and said

"Master, don't be fooled by the lack of traffic in our shop right now; that's simply because we haven't even been open for two weeks! But rest assured, no matter what you need, we have it all and can absolutely satisfy all your needs!" Wu Ming, lost in fond memories of his childhood, was suddenly interrupted by this voice. Responding, he looked up to see a handsome young man wearing a kerchief, smiling and eagerly promoting the store's wares.

Wu Ming couldn't help but laugh, thinking to himself: How interesting! I've actually had someone so enthusiastically promote my own store. So, his lips curled slightly as he responded, "Since you've brought it up like that, I really have to go in and take a closer look."

"Okay, Master Immortal, please follow me." Upon hearing this, the young waiter's smile deepened a little. He hurriedly led the way, leading Wu Mingchao into the store.

Wu Ming followed the young waiter into the shop. As soon as he stepped through the threshold, his eyes were instantly drawn to Wu Tianlong, who sat behind the counter, his head lowered, busy with something. Seeing the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figure before him, Wu Ming froze involuntarily. For a moment, it felt as if that figure was the only one left in the world. He stood there, staring blankly, his feet as if cast under a spell, unable to move an inch.

Yet, Wu Ming's body seemed to move uncontrollably, slowly moving forward. He edged closer to the counter, his heartbeat quickening with each step. Finally, when he was just inches away, he paused gently, fearing he would accidentally disrupt the tranquility and beauty. But Wu Ming's slightly anxious, hesitant footsteps reached the old man's ears.

The old man had been sitting there quietly, staring at something in his hands, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned around abruptly. In that moment, their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze.