CHAPTER 402: CHAPTER 137: BEYOND THE THREE REALMS, OUTSIDE THE FIVE ELEMENTS

Then, he channeled a trace of Primordial Qi, guiding the pill down the old man’s throat and into the stomach, assisting the old man to gradually absorb the medicine’s power under the influence of the Primordial Qi.

A moment later, the old man suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes snapped open, and he awoke!

Before their eyes, the old man’s complexion returned to normal, and his gaze became lively.

His eyes darted around and landed on Chen Yan, who was standing by the bed. The old man exhaled and said, "You’re back."

"Yes, grandpa, I’m back." Chen Yan’s voice carried a hint of emotion, and his throat involuntarily choked up.

The old man glanced at Chen Yan: "Why cry? Everyone comes to this day."

He chuckled, "Was it you who woke me up? I knew you had skills, did you learn quite a bit from your grandmother?"

Chen Yan remained silent, simply reaching out to hold the old man’s wrist.

The old man’s eyes trembled, and he sighed, "You’re a pitiful one too, sending off your grandmother only a few months ago, and now it’s my turn to go.

In the future, your family won’t have an elder to help manage things, alas..."

Chen Yan was moved; he wanted to tell the old man that the old grandma at home actually hadn’t died...

But after speaking, the old man sat up from the bed.

This "Qingming Pill" that Lin Qingquan sent was indeed extraordinary, the old man’s movements were agile, just as if he was never close to death a while ago?

"What did you do? After lying down today, I felt weak all over, as if my body was no longer my own, even each breath was a struggle..."

The old man looked puzzled as he flexed his shoulders and arms: "Now it feels like I’ve just had a good night’s sleep and waking up refreshed, no problem even getting up to work."

Chen Yan pressed down on the old man’s arm and whispered, "Grandpa, keep your voice down."

The old man understood and nodded.

Chen Yan whispered, "Grandpa, I have no real skills... I can only wake you up, but I’m unable to cure your illness..."

"What illness! I’m not sick at all." The old man shook his head and smiled: "Boy, others may not understand my words, but if your grandma were here, she would sure understand. If I tell you, you’d certainly understand."

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice, "I’ve reached the end of my lifespan! This isn’t an illness; it’s fate."

Chen Yan felt a stir within.

The old man stretched his hand and took out a mahjong tile strung on a cord from inside his garment, rubbing its Red Center with effort.

"Back then, your grandmother gave me this, telling me it could shield my luck from even the gaze of Heaven, allowing me to avoid many calamities and illnesses."

Pausing, the old man softly spoke: "Your grandmother said, this thing, it has both pros and cons.

Shielding the luck makes Heaven unable to see me.

The fortune originally in my destiny would not come to me.

And the calamities and diseases originally in my fate would no longer seek me.

At the time, I already had a home and children; why would I need more fortune? I didn’t wish to rise or get rich but just wanted to watch over the fields at home, the family and children, what more fortune would I need?

How much fortune does one need to be fortunate?

I was satisfied not to be ill in my old age, unlike others who are weak and sickly."

Seeing Chen Yan already shedding tears, the old man chuckled, turning over his hand to pat Chen Yan’s hand: "When I fainted at home yesterday, after waking up I had a feeling within; it wasn’t an illness but my hour had come."

Though tears were on his face, Chen Yan tried hard to smile, giving a thumbs up: "Grandpa, you’re really open-minded!"

"Of course! Out of millions, there’s no one like me not under Heaven’s tally, living freely! A good life or bad life isn’t given by Heaven; I lived to this point myself!"

The old man wore a proud look, laughing: "Using your grandmother’s words, it’s called... what’s it called... leaping out of something, not within..."

"Leaping out of the Three Realms, not within the Five Elements!"

"Yes! That’s it!"

The two chatted for a while, and when the old man learned Chen Yan had brought his girlfriend back, he immediately perked up: "Is she the one you brought back during New Year?"

"Who else?" Chen Yan laughed, "I’m not some player; it’s only been a few days, could I already switch someone?"

"If you dare fool around, I’ll break your legs first!" The old man shot Chen Yan a glance, nodding, "It’s good you brought her back; I also want to see your girlfriend, yes, see her!"

Just then, Aunt Zhao had already brought Lu Sisi back—Aunt Zhao was so preoccupied she couldn’t eat properly and just took Lu Sisi to find a restaurant near the hospital to eat something in haste, only for Lu Sisi, or she’d have eaten nothing at all.

Returning to the ward, seeing her father sitting on the bed just like at home, cross-leg sitting, chatting heartily with Chen Yan...

Aunt Zhao, upon entering and seeing this scene, almost lost her senses, blinking hard before exclaiming: "Dad! You’re awake!"

"Yes, awake and awake." The old man nodded, then his eyes lit up at seeing Lu Sisi standing behind Aunt Zhao.

Chen Yan immediately stood, taking Lu Sisi’s hand and leading her to the bedside.

"Grandpa, this is my girlfriend, Lu Sisi, she’s... eighteen years old, currently in college."

"Eighteen? So young." The old man gave Chen Yan a look: "You still have the nerve!"

Chen Yan rolled his eyes.

Nerve? Not only nerve, I used my hands and feet too.

Despite feeling a bit shy and nervous, Lu Sisi earnestly called out, "Grandpa."