Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!
Chapter 93 - 63 [Old Deng?]_2

Chapter 93: Chapter 63 [Old Deng?]_2

The old man squinted his eyes at Chen Yan, but his expression was unreadable through those narrowed eyes. He shook his head and said, "Youth nowadays are easily startled. What’s so scary about an old man like me?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Yan’s phone. "What were you looking at just now?"

"Dance art!" Chen Yan replied confidently.

"Very good, I also have quite a bit of research in dance art. How about we exchange some ideas?"

"..." Chen Yan hesitated for a moment and then tentatively asked, "Where’s your wife?"

"No wife." The old man thought for a moment and added two words, "Single."

Well, a senior version of a non-marriage advocate?

That works. I was just worried that showing you too much of this stuff would upset your wife or make her too happy.

Chen Yan is not a stingy person, so he reopened his phone. The old man simply hung the parrot cage on the nearby fitness equipment rack and sat down next to Chen Yan proudly.

Moments later, Chen Yan realized this Old Deng was not a good guy!

Watching was one thing, but he actually took out his own phone and followed all the borderline accounts that Chen Yan was following.

Seriously, we’re both enthusiasts; you should at least share something in return.

"I haven’t followed anyone, and I just downloaded the Douyin app yesterday, haven’t used it before." The old man clearly understood what Chen Yan meant and actively opened his followers list—indeed.

"Not many people nowadays don’t use Douyin, sir."

"I just returned from abroad." The old man shook his head.

"There are also fans abroad." Chen Yan glanced at Old Deng.

"I don’t like watching foreign girls."

So... he’s still quite traditional in this regard?

Chen Yan rolled his eyes.

The old man glanced at Chen Yan and laughed, "Kid, watching isn’t free."

"Hmm?"

"Your complexion is ruddy and your blood is vigorous—but it’s too vigorous. It’s rare for a young man to be as healthy and vigorous as you.

As the saying goes, the full moon will wane, water full to the brim will spill. Your overly vigorous blood might not be good for you in the long run.

Come find me later, I’ll prescribe you a formula. Get the herbs according to it and drink them for a while, guaranteeing your yin-yang will harmonize and your blood will balance."

Chen Yan asked curiously, "Sir, you studied medicine?"

"Something like that. Haven’t practiced medicine for many years." Old Deng waved his hand.

Yet Chen Yan grew interested.

This Old Deng... seems to have some knowledge.

He knows his own condition best; indeed, as Old Deng said, his body has overly vigorous blood—an issue of excessive nourishment of Primordial Qi.

He doesn’t know how to balance it with medicine and can only use the simplest method to burn off the excess energy through exercise.

But the old man saw through his problem at a glance... maybe there’s some merit?

While pondering, a voice was heard from afar.

"Grandpa!"

Turning to look, a girl came running from the distance at the central square’s entrance.

Chen Yan...!!!

Judging by his personality, he looked once, then twice.

Then he broke his principle without hesitation and looked a third time!

Let’s put it this way: if you see a girl running in a duangduangduang manner—your principles would become flexible too.

The girl’s looks were actually average, her features were merely above average, and she seemed to have a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, giving a slight mixed-blood look but probably not much. She was just wearing tight fitness clothes, looking rather fierce.

Chen Yan glanced at Old Deng... I’ve decided to become friends with this elderly.

"Grandpa, we’re waiting for you to come back for breakfast, and you’re running around again." The girl ran up, took a breath, and grabbed Old Deng’s arm. "The doctor said you can’t miss your medication time. The medicine must be taken after meals, so you have to eat on time too."

"Bah, those doctors know nothing. An old man like me can treat himself. With this body, I can borrow another five hundred years from heaven!"

"..." The girl glared at him.

Wait... Chen Yan was confused.

Didn’t you say you don’t have a wife and you’re single?

Where did "grandpa" come from?

"Sir, is she?"

"My granddaughter, my own granddaughter." Old Deng glared at Chen Yan.

"But you..."

"Not being married doesn’t mean I can’t have kids." Old Deng replied righteously.

Well...

The girl gave Chen Yan a friendly yet awkward smile, then urged Old Deng to head back quickly.

Old Deng stood up, and Chen Yan instinctively stood up too—since his happy companion left, staying alone had no interest anymore.

He followed Old Deng for dozens of meters before Old Deng turned back and frowned at him.

"Kid, why are you following me?"

What are you saying? Of course, I’m going home—besides, didn’t you say earlier you’d prescribe me a formula so I should come find you? You didn’t even say where you live, were you just making a promise you don’t intend to keep?

Chen Yan looked at Old Deng unhurriedly. "Is it possible my home is in this direction too?"

"Makes sense." Surprisingly, Old Deng nodded seriously: "Head to your home, don’t follow me... Don’t get any ideas about my granddaughter."

Hmm, he probably noticed my gaze at his granddaughter earlier... Chen Yan sighed and pointed at the gate near the corner: "That’s my home."

The old man raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and left with his granddaughter—the girl, on the other hand, seemed nice enough to turn back and gave Chen Yan an apologetic smile.

Chen Yan stood at his gate without immediately entering but squinted, watching Old Deng lead his granddaughter into the house next door.

So, it’s the neighbor who moved in yesterday... Chen Yan nodded and turned to enter his home.

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Back home, Chen Yan didn’t mention anything to Gu Qingyi.

Neither encountering Old Deng, sitting together watching the borderline accounts for a long time...

Nor Old Deng having a granddaughter who ran ’duangduangduang’...

Both matters seemed unsuitable topics between a good son and his consort mother.

But at noon, surprisingly, the girl from next door came over.

She brought a handwritten formula, written beautifully with calligraphy, the writing was neat and elegant, and the penmanship was impressive.

The girl handed the formula at Chen Yan’s door and apologized slightly, "I won’t come in and disturb you. My grandpa... well, my grandpa has a peculiar personality, please don’t mind."

Chen Yan looked up and saw in the distance, at the second-floor window of the villa next door, Old Deng standing there, staring over.

"Alright, thank your grandpa for me."

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The old man stood at the window, watching his granddaughter walk back, he finally sighed in relief.

But he squinted again, scrutinizing Chen Yan’s yard.

"Spirit Gathering Array... it’s well done, but the materials are a bit shady.

The turtle that I left in the back mountain ran to his house. It’s a pity, I missed the chance with that turtle back then, it’s probably turned into a Demon Core now... Anyway, since it went to his house, it must belong to him."

The old man shook his head.

Returning to his study, the old man carefully closed the door.

In the study, there was a round blessing jar with some water, likely meant for nurturing a water lotus or something, but in the winter, the water was clear.

The old man sat at the desk, flicked his finger, and a brush on the table flew up, landing in the water.

Then, a piece of white paper on the desk slowly unrolled, the brush emerged from the jar, floated over, hovering above the paper, slowly writing four characters.

Though the brush only dipped in clear water, the writing on the paper had a faint golden hue.

"Awakening of the Demon Fiend?"

The old man swiped his sleeve: "Always causing trouble for me, fearing I would take offerings without doing work."

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