Above the Great Dao
Chapter 578 - 267: Reincarnation of an Underworld Messenger

Chapter 578: Chapter 267: Reincarnation of an Underworld Messenger

Chen Tang returned home, having already calmed his emotions.

He opened the front door and saw Black Pot cooking. The meal was almost ready, and several maids were chatting and laughing with Dogzi. Upon seeing him, they hurriedly stifled their laughter.

Chen Tang set down the steamed buns, which were still steaming hot, but the breakfast Black Pot had prepared was clearly more extravagant, with four dishes, both vegetarian and meat, and congee had been made, along with two plates of cold dishes.

"Who bought the groceries?" Chen Tang wondered.

Servants from the Chen Mansion wouldn’t usually buy so much.

A maid pointed at Black Pot.

Chen Tang put down the buns and went to the backyard, where he saw Chen Shi combing their mother’s hair. It was clear that he rarely did this—it was difficult for him to comb from the roots in one go.

"Let me do it."

Chen Tang walked over, took the comb, and started near the tips of the hair, making the ends smooth before combing through more hair to untangle any messy strands.

Chen Shi meticulously wiped their mother’s face with a warm towel.

After Chen Tang finished combing, he styled their mother’s hair and adorned it with hair ornaments, his movements skilled, clearly something he did often.

Chen Tang also trimmed her nails while Chen Shi watched closely, intent on learning.

"She can’t move, so we need to help her exercise her limbs to stimulate the Qi-Blood flow," Chen Tang instructed as he helped her mother sit up and showed Chen Shi how to move the limbs, adding, "You can use your own Qi-Blood to assist her in stimulating her circulation for several cycles. That way, when she wakes up one day, she won’t be paralyzed. By the way, the Western Capital is crowded with all kinds of people; don’t mingle with just anyone. Especially stay away from someone named Xiao Wu."

"Creation Little Five? Uncle?"

Chen Shi was quite excited and laughed, "I heard he’s in the Western Capital, causing a stir with the corpse cloud, scaring everyone."

Chen Tang snorted, "He’s not a good man. Stay away from him. There’s also a Qiao Zhuo; he’s not good either. If you encounter them, keep your distance."

Chen Shi was surprised. "Uncle Zhuo? Why is he not a good man?"

He didn’t argue but continued to seriously learn how to stimulate Qi-Blood flow, saying, "I have many Spiritual Medicines here; can they treat my mother’s illness?"

Chen Tang shook his head, "We’ve tried all kinds of Spiritual Medicine; they’re not very effective. Her Primordial Spirit is missing, and even Granny Sha couldn’t find it."

Chen Shi said, "The Spiritual Medicine I have is different."

Chen Tang felt a stir of interest, "The Spiritual Medicine you brought from Qingzhou?"

Chen Shi nodded slightly, "Stronger than when in Qingzhou."

He had acquired fifty-five Spiritual Medicine plants in Qingzhou, which he planted outside a small temple. They were bathed daily in the sunlight, moonlight, and starlight from his ancestral grounds, greatly enhancing their medicinal properties, far beyond the initial capabilities of the Spiritual Medicine.

On the journey to the Western Capital, Sun Yisheng’s Primordial Spirit almost shattered but was barely saved by these Spiritual Medicines, showing just how potent they were!

"Many Scholars are proficient in medicinal properties and pharmacology, after eating, I’ll go find them."

Chen Shi smiled, "Invite them over to treat and prescribe medicine for my mother."

Chen Tang shook his head, "While the Spiritual Medicine can improve her condition somewhat, the key is still to retrieve the Primordial Spirit."

Chen Shi pondered and said, "I know two individuals capable of finding the Primordial Spirit, not inferior to Granny Sha. Maybe they can help. They should be in the Western Capital too. Chen Tang, does the Western Capital have any picturesque riverbanks? The kind with brothels on both sides."

Chen Tang stared at him, "Brothels?"

Chen Shi straightforwardly said, "Those two make their living there."

Chen Tang said, "Don’t associate with questionable people. The city does have a river called Qushang River, vibrant with lights and wine on both banks. If you want to go there, I’ll go with you."

Chen Shi said, "No need. I’m not going now. It’s too early, the brothels aren’t open yet, no business. Come evening, when business picks up, I might find them."

Black Pot called Chen Shi to breakfast, Chen Tang had already eaten, and he didn’t go over, instead, slowly moving his mother’s wheelchair, his face bearing a trace of concern.

"Ruru, Chen Yindou might not have taught Chen Shi well."

He spoke softly, "Only thirteen, and already so familiar with brothels, surely it was Chen Yindou who took him there."

After eating, as Chen Shi was about to leave, Chen Tang called out to him, "I bought you a new set of clothes; they’re in your room. Try them on before you go meet your friends."

Chen Shi returned to his room, where the clothes were a Daoist robe in black, with white collars and a red sash—fitting yet reserved and reticent.

The clothes were slightly big but not by much.

Chen Shi put them on and looked in the mirror. Clearly, Chen Tang had chosen them based on his style of dress, which didn’t quite fit Chen Shi’s personality, but looking at his reflection, he appeared quite handsome.

He walked out of the room, and Chen Tang surveyed him, feeling his son looked much more pleasing, "Your hair is a bit messy, let me recomb it for you."

Chen Shi sat by the corridor, and Chen Tang took two hairpins from his golden crown, used to secure the hair and crown, and smoothed his hair. As he reached the scalp, he touched something.

Chen Tang felt it—it was a scar from a healed bone.

His hand trembled, remembering when he first discovered his son’s body, the cracked open cranium.

He quickly shook his head to dispel the unpleasant image from his mind.

He gently touched the bright red, centipede-like scar that ran from one side of Chen Shi’s ear to the other.

Such an injury was impossible to survive.

Yet, this wound had healed.

Chen Yindou had truly succeeded.

"Does it still hurt?" Chen Tang couldn’t help but ask.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore, just feels a bit painful when it rains or thunders, especially if the thunder is loud," Chen Shi said.

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