Chapter 22: Quickly bring my younger brother to the mansion

Qingyu Mansion.

Yun Zhi Yi sensed Lin Yangyang's arrival early on, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

According to the relationships in this world.

A Chuan's older sister should be considered her paternal aunt.

Just before reaching the mansion, the gate swung open on its own; Lin Yangyang looked ahead—inside and outside the gate, there was no one, the vast mansion empty and deserted.

I am Lin Yangyang of the Lin Clan Merchant House; I have come especially to visit you, Daoist.

Lin Yangyang stood before the mansion, clasping her hands in greeting.

Come in, no need for gifts.

A faint voice came from within the mansion.

In the brief exchange, Lin Yangyang sensed the other's extraordinariness, and lightly waved her hand at the attendants,

You all go back first.

The Qingyu Daoist must be a cultivator, with a cultivation far surpassing hers.

Surely she would disdain the mundane gifts prepared by the Lin Clan Merchant House.

Having said that, Lin Yangyang walked alone into the mansion, thus she need not worry that the other was a monster or demon cultivator.

At least this is the heartland of the Great Yan Dynasty; demons and monsters would never dare to cause trouble openly.

Upon entering the mansion, Lin Yangyang quickly saw the Qingyu Daoist sitting quietly in the courtyard.

The Daoist wore plain white clothes, covered her head with a veil, her face unseen, but one could tell she was a woman of exceptional bearing.

I have come rather abruptly; I hope the Daoist will forgive me.

Lin Yangyang clasped her hands.

The guest is welcome; please take a seat.

Yun Zhi Yi made a welcoming gesture, very courteous, and also brewed a fragrant cup of fine tea for Lin Yangyang.

Thank you.

Lin Yangyang's pressure immediately lessened considerably.

Then followed another round of polite pleasantries.

After chatting for a while, Lin Yangyang discovered that the Qingyu Daoist was not as cold as she had imagined; she answered each of Lin Yangyang's questions patiently.

Before she knew it, she had already drunk several cups of tea.

She felt the tea sweet and refreshing; after drinking it, her whole being became clear and refreshed.

It even gave her a sensation as if her spirit vessels were being nourished, like the wondrous feeling of washing tendons and purifying marrow.

Having already cultivated to the peak of the Opening Vessels realm, with twelve spirit vessels opened within her body, she now felt she could open yet another spirit vessel.

The Daoist's tea seems rather unusual.

Lin Yangyang ventured to ask.

Yun Zhi Yi smiled faintly, "If you like it, drink more; becoming neighbors is also a kind of fate."

Thank you, Daoist.

Lin Yangyang knew she had encountered a benefactor.

Could it be that my extraordinary talent, beyond the ordinary, has been noticed by some supreme expert, who wishes to form a karmic bond with me, or even take me as a disciple?

If she were alone, Lin Yangyang would be willing to go to a great sect to cultivate.

But for A Chuan's sake, she remained determined to build her own power, to glorify the Lin Clan Merchant House.

They talked for a long time longer, and the sky gradually darkened.

Lin Yangyang could bear it no longer; she decided to seek a favorable fate for A Chuan.

I still have a doubt; I wish to ask the Daoist for guidance.

What is it?

My younger brother has contracted a strange illness; after years of seeking medical treatment to no avail, I also consulted several masters about geomancy, but none helped.

A strange illness? What kind of illness?

Yun Zhi Yi's heart tightened anxiously.

My husband, reincarnated, is still so young, yet he suffers endless misfortunes—it truly makes one's heart ache.

Lin Yangyang felt surprised inside.

Just at that moment, she sensed the Daoist's obvious emotional fluctuation; the other's body unconsciously leaned forward somewhat.

She seemed quite anxious.

Earlier in the conversation, the Daoist had remained as calm as still water.

But when mentioning A Chuan, she seemed to become a different person.

Is this just my imagination?

Lin Yangyang was not entirely sure, and continued the topic,

My younger brother's illness is unnamed; his body is otherwise fine, he is just extremely drowsy and prone to dreaming.

Your younger brother is a cultivator, yet he is excessively sleepy and dreams a lot—this is indeed strange; the cause must be investigated thoroughly.

If the Daoist is convenient, may I bring my younger brother to your mansion for diagnosis?

Lin Yangyang was overjoyed.

Since the Daoist said that, she surely would be willing to investigate the cause of A Chuan's illness.

Although A Chuan's symptom currently shows no harm, who knows what may happen in the future.

Moreover, prolonged sleep greatly hinders cultivation.

Little did she know, Yun Zhi Yi's heart was also overjoyed.

"Would this kind of contact with A Chuan really be considered disturbing his life?"

"Just being with him and talking to him is enough for me; if I could make A Chuan remember the past..."

Yun Zhi Yi quelled the tumultuous thoughts in her heart.

She feared losing control and disrupting A Chuan's present life.

After calming her mind, Yun Zhi Yi nodded.

"Your younger brother is blessed; he'll be fine. Please bring him to your home."

"Thank you, Daoist priest."

Lin Yangyang bowed deeply and sincerely thanked, saying, "I'll return now, explain the situation to my younger brother, and tomorrow bring him to pay a visit."

"Okay."

Yun Zhi Yi wanted to say, how about tonight!

I can't wait any longer.

I ultimately suppressed the thought, urging myself to stay calm, to respect the true feelings between me and A Chuan, and also to respect A Chuan's present wife.

It's impossible to cut, and the threads remain tangled.

Like a thousand threads entwining, my heart feels sorrowful.

After bidding farewell to the Qingyu Daoist, Lin Yangyang returned to the Lin mansion, her face bright with excitement, and hurried straight to the small courtyard where Lin Chuan lives.

"Chuan'er! Chuan'er!!"

In the courtyard, Lin Chuan was happily playing with Xiao Rumeng; this foundling daughter, he grew fonder of her the more he saw her.

Upon hearing Lin Yangyang's voice, father and daughter both turned their heads to look.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Chuan'er, I have some good news to tell you."

"What news has made you so happy, sister?"

"Do you still remember what I told you yesterday—that a mysterious person has newly moved in next door?"

"I remember."

Lin Chuan had some impression of this, but didn't pay much attention.

"Today I visited that mysterious person; she comes from the Daoist school, calls herself the Qingyu Daoist, and is also a cultivator."

"Her cultivation far surpasses ours; even a cup of tea she casually brews is a precious spiritual treasure."

"..."

Lin Yangyang recounted in detail what had happened at the Qingyu Mansion.

"That powerful?"

Lin Chuan exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, when things go against the norm, there must be a monster!"

He doesn't really believe in windfalls.

Lin Yangyang said solemnly, "I have also doubted whether she has ulterior motives, but upon careful thought, there's no need for that."

"If the Qingyu Daoist truly intended to harm us, she wouldn't need to go to all this trouble."

"Moreover, she is a benefactor of the prefect."

"After thinking it over, her purpose is likely just to form a good affinity with us siblings, probably because she fancies our talent."

Lin Yangyang analyzed many things.

This explanation makes sense; Lin Chuan expressed his agreement.

If the Qingyu Daoist really has ulterior motives, he will make the other party pay a price.

"I have told the Daoist priest about your condition; tomorrow you and I will go together to visit the Daoist priest, perhaps she can resolve your problem of excessive sleep and dreams."

Lin Yangyang's main concern is still her younger brother's health issue.

Lin Chuan looked helpless. "Sister, I really am fine."

Lin Yangyang raised her eyebrows. "No! We must go take a look; just because there's nothing now doesn't mean there won't be later."

"Alright, alright."

Unable to overcome his sister, Lin Chuan had no choice but to agree.

Another night.

After a brief dream journey, Lin Chuan was awakened by his sister, who sent him to the Qingyu Mansion to visit the Qingyu Daoist.

Just as he was about to rise, he felt his thigh sink.

Xiao Rumeng had also awakened at some point, now hugging his thigh, her big, watery eyes staring straight at him.

"Daddy, Mengmeng also wants to go with you!"

Yun Zhi Yi, the Qingyu Daoist Priest.