Chapter 276 - Chapter 276: Chapter 245 Chen Family Village_1 (1/2)

Chapter 276: Chapter 245 Chen Family Village_1

“This gentleman is the Immortal Master! His visit is an honor for our village. Go and notify the village chief and the elders right now!” Chen Qingshan announced loudly with a somewhat inflated posture.

Xu Mu stood behind, smiled, and remained silent.

“What? Immortal Master? Are you kidding?”

The crowd was somewhat skeptical, but they dared not challenge his words. If he really was an Immortal Master and they upset him, the whole village could be in danger.

“Indeed, this is the Immortal Master! Chen Hong, Chen Liang, don’t you trust my words? Get out of the way now!” Chen Ying stepped forward to speak.

Compared to the young and naive Chen Qingshan, the elderly Chen Ying had much more credibility. With his confirmation, the village’s patrol team hurriedly made way. Already, someone rushed off to notify the village chief and the elders.

Under the leadership of Chen Qingshan and Chen Ying, and accompanied by the crowd, Xu Mu entered the village and headed towards Chen Qingshan’s house.

Chen Family Village was small, covering merely a mile or two. The houses were arranged in a well-planned manner, with bluestone slabs paving the ground, neat and clean.

“Is that person the Immortal Master?”

“Why would an Immortal Master visit our village?”

“How does that rascal Chen Qingshan know the Immortal Master?”

Hearing that an Immortal Master had come to the village, every household rushed out. They stood by the roadside, craned their necks, and kept their eyes on Xu Mu.

Some children from the mountain village, not knowing the fear, desperately pushed forward to see the legendary Immortal Master. Their parents hurriedly pulled them back, admonishing them in fear of offending Xu Mu.

After walking about three to five hundred steps, they stopped in front of a house near the outskirts of the village. Chen Qingshan hurriedly went up and knocked on the door.

“Mother! Little sister! I’m back!” Chen Qingshan’s voice was full of excitement.

“They’re back!”

A white-haired, plain-clothed farmer’s wife wiped her hand with her apron while opening the courtyard gate. Upon seeing a crowd standing outside the house, she was taken aback.

“My fellow villagers, what’s going on? Did Qingshan cause some trouble?” Chen Qingshan’s mother thought her son had gotten into trouble and everyone had come to confront him.

“Mother! What are you talking about!” Chen Qingshan said somewhat embarrassingly, “Uncle and I ran into an Immortal Master while we were hunting in the mountains! Not only did the Immortal Master save us, he also promised to heal my father’s illness!”

“What?!!!”

Chen Qingshan’s mother pinched her thigh to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and stood still in shock, until Chen Qingshan led her to Xu Mu.

The woman, ignoring whether it was true or not, immediately knelt down before Xu Mu and thanked him with a bow.

Xu Mu shook his head helplessly. These people would kneel down at the drop of the hat, which was quite troublesome for him.

He didn’t have much contact with mortals before, but he didn’t expect that cultivators held such weight in the hearts of these ordinary people.

If he had known how good the worldly realm was, there probably wouldn’t have been so many cultivators in White River City back then.

The White River City of the past was a place where cultivators were treated worse than dogs!

Xu Mu thought silently.

While facing the woman’s tribute, Xu Mu did not feign familiarity by helping her up, he simply said after she had finished bowing, “Let’s go see your husband first!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The woman nodded repeatedly, rose in a hurry, and didn’t even have time to brush off the dust on her body before leading Xu Mu into the courtyard. The others followed, eager to see what would happen.

Xu Mu did not stop them, and neither did Chen Ying and Chen Qingshan feel it right to do so. After all, everyone was a neighbor. Many of them were even their relatives.

The courtyard housed a stone mill and a well, stacked with high piles of firewood. There was a date tree laden with green fruits. Although it was simple, it was neat and tidy.

Chen Qingshan’s mother pushed open the wooden door of the main room, and a strong smell of medicinal herbs immediately rushed towards them.

“Cough, cough! Yingzi, is it Qingshan who has come back? Cough, cough…”

As if he had heard the movement outside, there came a voice from inside the room, weak and frail.