Chapter 1803: Being Humble

"I wouldn't dare claim to be peerless in the world, but if someone says their Medicine is better than mine, I truly find it hard to accept." Chen Yu smiled faintly.

"If you dare claim second, no one would dare claim first," Tang Lao laughed. "You are truly being humble. Is the gentleman also heading to Yizhou?"

"Yes, heading to Yizhou to handle some matters," Chen Yu said.

"That's good. I have some connections over there, and my relationship with the local Chinese is quite decent. If Mr. Chen truly has nowhere to stay or needs anything, you can come directly to me," Tang Lao said.

"Very well, if I have need, I will certainly trouble you," Chen Yu nodded.

"It's no trouble at all. You are my granddaughter's savior; doing things for you is what I ought to do. Please, do not be polite."

Chen Yu nodded and returned to his seat.

It takes one day for a plane to fly from Fusang to Yizhou. At noon, the flight attendant served the meal.

As expected of a luxury flight, the flight attendant was beautiful and the in-flight meal was extremely lavish. Aozhou veal steak, lobster, plus an appetizer of red wine before the meal—the enjoyment of this in-flight meal was no less than dining at a three-star Michelin restaurant.

What surprised Chen Yu, however, was that An'er did not eat the meal the flight attendant brought over, but instead silently recited prayers over his Buddhist Beads on the side. Before long, a flight attendant brought over his exclusive meal.

What was unexpected was that his lunch contained no meat; it was entirely vegetarian.

This made Chen Yu somewhat surprised. This guy was actually not a carnivore?

"After I started believing in Buddhism, I became a vegetarian," An'er said, seeing Chen Yu's puzzled gaze, and couldn't help but laugh. "Moreover, I now perform one good deed a day to atone for the wrongdoings I committed in the past."

"You want to live a few more years, don't you?" Chen Yu said faintly. "I can't say your way of atonement has no effect at all; it does have its merits."

"By performing many good deeds, one naturally accumulates hidden virtue. Even if one goes to the Underworld after death, one will not suffer the torture of the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

"And in the next life, perhaps you can be born into a good family."

"But... I don't want to die," An'er's expression was somewhat dejected.

Yes, he did not want to die. The reason he performed good deeds was to accumulate hidden virtue, so as to cure his terminal illness.

"If you don't want to die, then your direction is wrong," Chen Yu shook his head. "The human world is a place of suffering, so the more evil you are, perhaps the longer you live. Of course, this is not necessarily correct."

"But ending well after a good start is an eternal, unchanging truth. Sometimes, good people are short-lived because they have accumulated too much hidden virtue, so they ascend to the Ultimate Bliss World early."

"This..." An'er was somewhat dumbfounded. He had originally thought that his performing good deeds and accumulating virtue was correct, but he never imagined he had gotten the direction wrong?

"Haha, what I said isn't absolute, but I can responsibly tell you that performing good deeds and accumulating virtue is absolutely not wrong," Chen Yu laughed heartily.

Hearing Chen Yu say this, An'er finally felt Songyi. He nodded, opened the lid on the cart the flight attendant had pushed over, and prepared to eat.

But just at this moment, Chen Yu flicked his right hand, and a trace of True Qi suddenly shot out from his fingertip.

With a 'ding', the food on the cart was flicked away.

"What's wrong?" An'er was startled, not understanding what Chen Yu was doing.

But when he saw a wisp of blue smoke rising from the food that had fallen to the ground, his expression changed.

Having experienced countless assassination attempts, he knew clearly that this was a sign of poison in the food. Chen Yu had just saved him.

Before he could even offer thanks, the flight attendant on the side suddenly extended her right hand. A Dagger suddenly appeared from her sleeve. She took a step forward, and the Dagger in her hand swung forward, intending to take An'er's life.

An'er had no bodyguards by his side now. He threw his body violently to one side, fell to the ground with a thud, and scrambled to dodge, only then barely avoiding the assassin's fatal strike.

However, the matter was far from over. Two more flight attendants ran out, one of whom was clutching a gun in their hand.

This guy raised their hand, aimed at An'er, and was about to fire, but Chen Yu, who was on the side, could no longer sit still.

Damn it, this is on a plane, alright? In a pressurized cabin environment, once the glass or something is shot through, wouldn't this plane crash directly?

His current cultivation realm meant he wouldn't die, but he would certainly be in a sorry state.

So, before this flight attendant could pull the trigger, he quickly erupted, striking them with a palm that left their mouth full of blood, causing them to collapse and be unable to get up.

Seeing another five or six assassins swarming up, An'er's subordinates were trapped in the outer cabin and couldn't get in. One of them suddenly tore open the clothes on their chest; a pile of explosives was strapped to their chest.

Damn it, is the security at Fusang Airport eating shit? With both guns and explosives, Chen Yu couldn't help but suspect this matter had something to do with politics.

Because for ordinary organizations, even if assassins get on a plane, at most they only carry knives; even guns are difficult.

And here, they went straight to explosives, and it was a human bomb at that?

Chen Yu pinched the air with his right hand, and the bodies of these six assassins suddenly stiffened, each of them suspended in mid-air.

Their necks felt as if they were being strangled by an invisible rope. They struggled incessantly, and after a moment, they went rigid and motionless.

The one with the bomb strapped inside their body even collapsed to the ground with blood flowing from their seven orifices; they would never have the chance to trigger the remote control in their hand again.

Only then did several air marshals rush over, and at the same time, An'er's subordinates resolved the struggle with the assassins and swarmed over.

Seeing that An'er was fine, these people finally breathed a sigh of relief. If An'er had truly died, they would be unable to escape the blame even if they died ten thousand times.

"Lord An'er, please allow me to clear everyone out of the business class cabin. I am doing this to ensure your safety," one subordinate said.

"No, no need. You all withdraw, and clean up these corpses," An'er was still shaken, and he waved his hand to say.

"But..." the subordinate was somewhat incredulous. It had reached such a dangerous point, yet the boss was still not afraid?

"Do as I say." An'er's brows furrowed slightly.

Although he knew his subordinates were also doing it for his safety.

But doing so would offend Chen Yu. Chen Yu had just saved him several times, and besides, this was a noble person who could cure his terminal illness; how could he allow his subordinates to come and offend Chen Yu?

"Yes." Seeing An'er's attitude was firm, his subordinates did not dare to persist, so they bowed and retreated.

They simply stood guard outside the business class cabin, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

"This gentleman, thank you very much for saving me just now," An'er walked to Chen Yu's side and bowed deeply.

He said sincerely, "I have some background in Yizhou. If the gentleman does not mind, I would like to invite you to my place to rest for a few days. I will treat you well to thank you for your life-saving grace."