"Tell me about my father, mother, and grandfather when they were alive. I think I'm old enough to learn about our family history."
He hadn't chosen to enter a state of mental control to manage his emotions, so his tone was low and tinged with melancholy.
The old housekeeper heard this, saw the young master lowering his head, wiped away his tears, and reached out to embrace him, recounting past events under the moonlight.
"Young master, this old servant will start with your father..."
...
A night passed.
In the early morning, as dawn broke, Lin Rong, who had been fast asleep, woke up to find himself lying in bed, already changed into comfortable sleepwear.
"Honestly, last night I fell asleep while listening to Grandpa Yu?"
He tossed aside the covers and got out of bed. Just as he was about to step down, he saw the old housekeeper pushing the door open with breakfast.
"Young master, you're awake."
The old housekeeper placed the breakfast on the table and walked to the bedside, sitting down. He skillfully picked up the white towel prepared on the nightstand, wet it in the basin of warm water, wrung it out, and wiped the young master's sleepy face.
Although he was a transmigrator, Lin Rong had grown accustomed to this over the years. He sat blankly on the bed, allowing the old housekeeper to tend to his face with the warm, damp towel.
A few minutes later.
"Pfft~"
Lin Rong spat out the mouthwash and took the handkerchief handed over by the old housekeeper to dry the residual water from his mouth.
Casually tossing the used handkerchief into the trash can, Lin Rong looked at the old housekeeper and asked with a hint of nervousness, "Grandpa Yu, I didn't talk in my sleep last night, did I?"
"Oh? Does the young master have a habit of talking in his sleep? How come this old servant doesn't know?"
As he spoke, the old housekeeper furrowed his brow, searching his memory for any instances of the young master talking in his sleep.
Hearing this, Lin Rong immediately relaxed, thinking to himself:
"It's good that I didn't, it's good that I didn't."
Last night, he had dreamt of scenes from his previous life. If he had spoken in his sleep, his identity as a transmigrator would have been exposed.
Even though he knew that after so many years of living together, even if the old housekeeper found out about his transmigrator identity, he would still treat him the same.
However, if this kind of thing could be kept from the old housekeeper, he would prefer to do so.
If there was ever an opportunity in the future, he would consider whether to tell Grandpa Yu about his transmigrator identity.
Seeing that the old housekeeper was still contemplating the matter, Lin Rong tugged at his beard and said, "It's alright, Grandpa Yu. Don't overthink it. I was just saying."
"I'm hungry now. Why don't you bring the breakfast over first?"
Upon hearing this, the old housekeeper stopped thinking and turned to bring the breakfast from the table to the bedside. He then started recounting an amusing story:
"Young master, when I went to the kitchen to make breakfast this morning, I saw Guang Yue messing around in the kitchen as well."
"From the looks of it, Dugu Bo asked Guang Yue to cook for him, but this fellow clearly had never cooked before and almost set the kitchen on fire."
"In the end, Guang Yue managed to learn a few things by watching me while I made breakfast. Then, he imitated my actions and, by sheer luck, managed to make a passable dish."
"Ugh..." Lin Rong swallowed the pastry in his mouth and, recalling what happened last night, commented with exasperation:
"His hands were washed last night, and today he's using those same hands to cook. What was Dugu Bo thinking, eating food like that? Doesn't he find it disgusting?"
...
In the dining hall on the first floor.
Dugu Bo sat at the dining table, looking at the dark, charred dish in front of him with a darkened expression, and questioned, "You call this 'golden silk rolls'? Are you kidding me!"
Across the table, Guang Yue, hearing this, slammed the table and retorted without politeness, "Old... This is the first time in my life I've ever cooked. Being able to make this is already a sign of exceptional talent. You should be satisfied!"
"Besides, you're the one who asked me to cook. The pastries are right here, don't be ungrateful."
"You know, you're the first person in the world to have the honor of tasting my pastries. Even Old Ghost doesn't have this privilege."
"Anyway, I've made the breakfast you wanted. Eat it if you want! Don't eat it if you don't!"
"However, if you don't eat it, I swear that from now on, I'd rather give up the chance to cultivate ultimate techniques than obey your orders again."
After speaking, Guang Yue leaned back in his chair with an arrogant air, mimicking Dugu Bo's posture from last night.
"Damn it!" Dugu Bo cursed inwardly. To be able to order Guang Yue around in the future, he picked up a piece of the dark pastry with a look of disgust, gritted his teeth, and swallowed it.
After Lin Rong, with the old housekeeper's assistance, had gotten dressed and went downstairs, he witnessed this scene. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
"As expected of the 'Old Poison,' that nickname isn't for nothing. His resistance to poison is really strong; he can actually eat that."
He walked to the dining table, found a chair, and sat down. Lin Rong looked at Dugu Bo's unchanged expression, pointed at the dark dish on the table, and asked curiously:
"You don't find this stuff hard to eat at all?"
Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo didn't answer. Instead, he silently picked up a cup of clear water and drank it down in one gulp, answering the question with his actions.
Seeing this, Lin Rong immediately understood.
"Alright, I get it."
In fact, Guang Yue knew what his cooking tasted like. After all, as the one who made the pastry, he had tasted a piece himself.
Precisely because he knew how it tasted, he wanted to find any way possible to make Dugu Bo eat it.
Furthermore, if Dugu Bo had complained that it tasted bad after eating it, Guang Yue would have certainly retorted. But since it was his current master who was complaining, Guang Yue extinguished any thought of arguing back.
To change the subject, Guang Yue looked around and then, feigning casual discovery, asked curiously:
"That's strange. Old Ghost never sleeps in. Why isn't he down yet?"
Although he asked this, Guang Yue actually knew why Ghostly was meditating and cultivating after absorbing the Water Lily Jade Bone last night.
Because his room was right next to Ghostly's, he could easily sense the unique aura of the immortal-grade medicinal herb emanating from Ghostly's room.
Originally, Guang Yue had also planned to absorb the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum himself. But then he thought again. As soon as he broke through, his own aura wouldn't be fully contained, and it would definitely not escape the eyes of the Old Poison.
Who knew if the Old Poison would become even more demanding if he found out about his breakthrough out of jealousy.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Guang Yue decided to first gain the Old Poison's approval in the next few days. It wouldn't be too late to absorb the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum after that.
...
Second Floor.
The Old Ghost, as Guang Yue called him, had undergone significant changes after absorbing the Water Lily Jade Bone.
Ghostly's physique had been abnormally thin due to a bizarre experience in his childhood, and his skin was as pale as that of someone who had drowned, completely devoid of blood.
Now, under the effect of nourishing tendons and strengthening bones, one of the medicinal properties of the Water Lily Jade Bone, Ghostly's emaciated body had regained a normal physique, as if his tendons and bones, which were like death, had been nourished.
At the same time, under the effect of unblocking the meridians and eight extraordinary vessels, another property of the Water Lily Jade Bone, Ghostly's physical body gradually gained the vitality of a living person from a state of being a walking dead.
His complexion, as pale as a dead person's, began to regain a rosy hue.
Since experiencing that bizarre near-death and revival, Ghostly had no longer possessed body temperature. But now, his cold body was also generating the warmth of a living person.
When Ghostly finished meditating and opened his eyes, his previously hollow gaze was now sparkling with a lively luster.
Sensing the incredible changes within himself, Ghostly used his sharp fingertips to cut his palm, and a slight pain immediately appeared in his perception.
"How many years has it been? I can't remember how long it's been since I felt pain. It's been so long that I've almost forgotten what pain feels like."
Ghostly said joyfully, his tone no longer cold and ruthless as before, but had returned to a normal human voice.
"Immortal-grade, immortal-grade! Such miraculous effects truly live up to the name 'immortal-grade'."
"No wonder Ju Hua Guan holds these immortal-grade herbs in such high regard and praises them to the skies. The efficacy of this Water Lily Jade Bone truly matches Ju Hua Guan's boasting."
"Once my physique fully recovers under the medicinal effects of the Water Lily Jade Bone, my Soul Power cultivation will naturally break through to level ninety-six."
The medicinal power of the Water Lily Jade Bone dissolved into his flesh, bones, and blood. Due to his unique physique, it could only be absorbed slowly.
Ghostly estimated that this process would take about half a year.
Having been like a living dead for so long, half a year was nothing; he could wait.
He got out of bed and walked to a full-length mirror. Looking at his greatly changed reflection, Ghostly gently stroked his ruddy face and couldn't help but say:
"The changes are so drastic. I wonder if Ju Hua Guan will still recognize me."
"I'll go downstairs and take a look."
First Floor.
Hearing footsteps from the staircase, Guang Yue, who was sitting in the dining room, immediately looked over.
"Old Ghost is down... You, who are you? Old Ghost?"
Looking at the well-proportioned, fair-skinned middle-aged man with a handsome face before him, Guang Yue leaped up from his chair, his eyes wide with disbelief, and exclaimed:
"No, no way! I remember the Water Lily Jade Bone isn't some beauty-enhancing divine medicine. How did you turn into this? And you're so much more handsome than me!"
His tone turned sour towards the end.
Seeing Guang Yue's strong reaction, Dugu Bo, who was sitting nearby, curiously turned his head. He watched as the greatly changed Ghostly walked to the dining table and thought to himself:
"Is this person really Old Ghost? But 'Water Lily Jade Bone,' as soon as I heard the name, I knew it was some rare treasure they got from the Master."
"However, the Master really has a lot of good things. That nameless white medicinal herb that looked like a swan's neck, and now this Water Lily Jade Bone."
"But Ju Hua Guan swept my entire medicinal garden clean, root and all, and didn't find any medicinal herbs that made Old Ghost change so drastically. So where did the Master get these things?"
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