"Everyone, disperse!"

"Go eat if you need to eat!"

Xuanming waved a large hand and turned to leave.

He planned to discuss Lu Heng's situation with the Sect Leader to see how to handle it.

"Qingfeng, take care of yourself and don't overthink things!"

"Junior Brother, I'll come see you tomorrow!"

"Qingfeng, don't think too much!"

"Yes, with the abilities of that Immortal, maybe they can cure your terminal illness."

"Junior Brother, be careful lately, don't let anyone with ill intentions kidnap you..."

The disciples of Shangqing Tao also waved goodbye to Lu Heng.

In the past, they might shamelessly ask for a bowl of porridge from their junior brother to taste the Immortal Rice.

But now, Lu Heng was a terminally ill patient with leukemia.

Who would dare ask a terminally ill patient for something?

No matter how thick their skin was, it couldn't be that thick!

After the disciples of Shangqing Tao dispersed, Hua Ming finally said apologetically, "Qingfeng, I'm really sorry!"

"We three were only thinking about the future of the Taoist School, so we didn't think too much at the time..."

The three of them were quite clever and naturally understood that the situation had developed beyond their capability to resolve.

So, they needed to discuss and consider calling for outside help!

Having said that, the three hurriedly turned and left.

Watching the backs of these three "tools" as they left, a hint of a smile flashed in Lu Heng's eyes.

No matter what, the fish had taken the bait!

"Brother, you won't die, right?"

Qingyue asked tearfully, gently shaking Lu Heng's arm.

"No, I won't!"

Lu Heng looked down at the pitiful Qingyue and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

Then he smiled and said, "Even if you die, I won't!"

"..."

In that moment, Qingyue felt that perhaps her sorrow was a bit superfluous.

"Are you going to drink the porridge or not?"

"If not, I'll drink it all myself!"

Lu Heng turned and walked into the room, casually asking.

"Brother, you're so infuriating!"

Qingyue gritted her teeth, annoyed.

In the past, she would have given this pesky brother a piece of her mind.

But now, her brother was, after all, a terminally ill patient.

How could she possibly get angry with him?

Moreover, a patient can't eat much food.

If she didn't help share the burden, wouldn't it stuff her brother to death?

With the thought of helping others, Qingyue followed him into the room.

"Drink porridge!"

Once Qingyue was inside, Lu Heng lifted the pot lid.

A peculiar aroma of rice immediately filled their noses.

"Gulp..."

The two involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Suddenly, their appetites were fully aroused.

"Brother, drink more!"

"I just need two bowls..."

Qingyue wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, her eyes almost falling into the rice cooker.

"Drink slowly, don't burn yourself!"

Lu Heng had just served Qingyue a bowl when he watched her, like a little pig, gulping it down happily.

He also took a taste and almost couldn't keep his eyes from widening.

Damn, it's too delicious!

The texture was incredibly soft and delicate, each grain dissolving instantly in the mouth.

The peculiar rice aroma filled the oral cavity, constantly stimulating the brain.

Then, the porridge transformed into a warm flow, traveling down the esophagus, slowly flowing to every corner of the body.

After one mouthful, the flavor lingered, compelling another sip.

The system's product, indeed premium quality!

...

While Lu Heng and Qingyue were enjoying their meal, Hua Ming and the other two gathered together.

Smelling the subtle aroma of rice in the air, their stomachs grumbled audibly.

"That Qingfeng must have a connection with the 'Immortal'!"

"The Immortal Rice he used to cook porridge must also be a gift from the 'Immortal'."

Yuan Ji licked his lips and said in a deep voice.

"Really envious of that Qingfeng!"

"Not only did he meet the 'Immortal,' but he also received their favor..."

Hua Ming shook his head, a trace of envy glinting in his eyes.

With Immortal Rice, even smelling it is said to prolong life!

"The medical record he provided shouldn't be forged."

"After all, it's easy to forge, but once checked in a hospital, it would easily be exposed."

Yu Yang slowly said.

Hearing this, Hua Ming shook his head and laughed, "Qingfeng's luck is hard to describe."

"You say he's lucky, but he has a terminal illness."

"But say he's unlucky, yet he's caught the attention of that 'Immortal'."

"However, in any case, terminal leukemia seems doesn't allow for a long life, right?"

Thinking of this, Hua Ming's envy diminished somewhat.

What use is there in envying someone who's about to die?

Yuan Ji glanced at him and said seriously, "Do you think that 'Immortal' might help Qingfeng cure his terminal illness?"

"This..."

Hua Ming and Yu Yang were slightly taken aback upon hearing it.

If it were anyone else claiming they could cure terminal leukemia, no one would believe them.

But speaking of that "Immortal"...

It's truly uncertain!

Summoning lightning from the sky!

Condensing clouds into words!

Considering the "Immortal's" abilities, they completely surpass ordinary human limits.

You really can't think about such an existence with common sense.

For humans, terminal leukemia is a fatal illness, lasting perhaps only a few months.

But for an "Immortal," this might not actually be incurable!

Thinking of this, the three fell silent.

"It seems we'll have to have Elder Song from the Religious Affairs Bureau step in!"

After a long while, Yu Yang was the first to speak.

"Yes!"

Hua Ying and Yuan Ji both nodded in agreement.

They knew that if it were just up to Taiyi Dao, Jingming Tao, and Louguan Tao, they wouldn't be able to persuade Xuan Cheng.

If they couldn't persuade Xuan Cheng, they wouldn't learn anything about the "Immortal" from Qingfeng.

Only by having a heavyweight figure intervene might Xuan Cheng agree.

And after thinking it over, Elder Song seemed the most appropriate choice.

Elder Song had aided Xuan Cheng in the past and had often looked out for Shangqing Tao.

So no matter how you see it, Elder Song seems the best choice.

"Let's first call the various Sects' Sect Leaders to touch base."

"Then we can ask Elder Song to step in..."

After thinking it over, Hua Ming believed it wise to first communicate with the various Sect Leaders.

"That sounds good!"

The other two nodded in agreement.

And so, the three each returned to their rooms to call the various Taoist Sect Leaders to brief them on the situation.

After a brief communication, the three gathered again and dialed the private number Elder Song had given them earlier...

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