Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

J inzhou City.

Liang Residence.

Just as dawn was breaking, Hongzhi carefully left through the side door. Since he couldn’t leave the city at night, staying at the Liang Residence for one night was safer.

However, before he left, he looked back at the Liang Residence. For some reason, he felt that the mansion seemed to carry a sense of decline.

At this moment, he suddenly understood Liang Ying. He indeed couldn’t compare to him. If he were to put himself in Liang Ying’s position, he would never be able to reach the same level.

Hongzhi couldn’t help but shake his head, clearing the emotions from his mind. Then, he clasped his hands together and softly chanted a mantra.

“Amitabha.”

After composing himself, he left quickly. Today, he had to report to his master about the information Liang Ying had shared. The primary task was to retrieve the rare medicinal materials Liang Ying had secretly intercepted.

As for the second matter, Liang Ying’s personal ambition, he wasn’t sure how the monastery would react. Nevertheless, it was his duty to report, and the other decisions were up to the monastery.

Hongzhi hurried away, not noticing the playful smile and surprise in the heart of a man at the street corner who was watching him. He didn’t expect to encounter Hongzhi here.

The man was none other than Liang Sheng, who had just come out of Yichun Building early in the morning. At this moment, he felt refreshed and satisfied, a feeling he hadn’t experienced for ten years.

Liang Sheng glanced at Hongzhi’s departing figure, then looked towards the direction he had come from, wondering what Hongzhi was doing at the Liang Residence, as their relationship was not good.

However, in the next moment, Liang Sheng dismissed the thought, since whatever Hongzhi was doing had nothing to do with him. Why should he bother?

As Liang Sheng walked along the streets, he felt extremely relaxed, no longer the timid and insecure person he once was.

Having already made a breakthrough in the Nine Levels of the Postnatal Realm, he could walk through Jinzhou City without any worries as long as he didn’t court disaster.

He then came to a street he used to frequent. Back then, he would always eat a bowl of wontons at the street-side stall every time he came out of Yichun Building. He wondered if the stall was still there.

When he arrived at the location where the wonton stall used to be, he couldn’t help feeling pleasantly surprised, as he saw the words “Zhou’s Wonton” written on a banner waving gently in the wind.

However, the wonton stall had turned into a shop, and the owner’s appearance had changed. It was now a middle-aged man, showing signs of wear, instead of the Old Zhou he remembered.

Liang Sheng sat down at the enthusiastic invitation of the shop owner. Apart from him, there was only one woman, most likely the owner’s wife, busying herself.

“Sir, what would you like to order?”

At this moment, Liang Sheng felt somewhat dazed because he saw two memorial tablets in the middle of the shop with incense burning in front of them, emitting wisps of smoke.

The middle-aged shopkeeper noticed this and laughed, “Those are the tablets of my parents. Old customers of the shop know about it, but if it bothers you, I can take you to the inner hall.”

Liang Sheng shook his head, looking at the empty table beneath the tablets, surrounded by a barrier, and curiously asked, “What’s the reason for this?”

“Oh, that’s where our benefactor, surnamed Liang, used to sit. However, I don’t know who he is. My late father used to say that without the benefactor, I might not be alive today. My father told me to keep the seat empty, and now it has become a habit.”

As Liang Sheng listened, he seemed to see the scene from more than thirty years ago when he would come out of Yichun Building early in the morning and eat wontons here as usual.

However, the stall owner looked panicked, holding his unconscious child in his arms, unable to focus on makingwontons.

At that time, Liang Sheng didn’t give it much thought either, and casually threw a handful of broken silver, even asking Ma San to take them to the doctor using his horse carriage.

Afterward, he didn’t know the details, but every time he came to the wonton stall, they would add an extra portion of lamb offal, making the wontons more delicious.

In the past, Liang Sheng would say that the stall owner knew how to do business, and after all, Liang Sheng was not the kind of person to take advantage of others, so he would always give a little more broken silver because of this.

Thinking of this, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but feel a little dazed, and then he came to his senses, “Boss, give me a bowl of wontons, a handful of chopped green onions, three pinches of chili salt, and a plate of lamb offal.”

Upon hearing this, the shop owner couldn’t help but be stunned. This was a way of eating that only the old customers knew, but he was sure he had never seen the other party before.

However, although he was puzzled, the shop owner quickly served the wontons. As soon as the wontons entered his mouth, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but nod his head. It was still the taste from the past, but no longer the same people.

Just as more guests entered the shop, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted them. When he came out, Liang Sheng was already gone, but there was a handful of broken silver left on the table. He quickly picked it up, grateful that no one noticed.

Today, a fortune had been made. This handful of broken silver was worth half a month’s income. Overjoyed, he didn’t notice that in front of the shop plaque, two more incense sticks had been added.

Walking on the street, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental, but he quickly put these emotions behind him, because such situations would happen more often in the future.

As time passed, everyone became just a passerby in one’s life, with only oneself being immortal.

Liang Sheng, who had tidied up his emotions, no longer felt sadness, and headed straight to Zhang Rongjun’s teahouse.

Since he was in Jinzhou City, he had to drink a cup of Zhang Rongjun’s tea. Although he didn’t know that he had been here before, he could still have peace of mind.

When he arrived at the teahouse, there were not many vacant seats left. Even at this point of time, it was evident how booming the tea business was for Zhang Rongjun and his son.

As soon as Liang Sheng entered, a waiter immediately came forward and greeted him with a warm smile, “Customer, please come in.”

After sitting down, Liang Sheng ordered a pot of Iron Goddess tea and some food and listened leisurely to the stories told by the teahouse’s storyteller. The tea was aromatic as it went down.

Good tea!

From the corner of his eye, he could see Zhang Yuntai behind the counter, holding an account book, seemingly doing the accounts.

This young man was becoming more and more steady. If nothing went wrong, the Zhang family would have nothing to worry about for three generations.

At that moment, Liang Sheng’s ears twitched, and he heard a barely audible scream.

Everyone around him had no reaction at this time, and Liang Sheng couldn’t help but frown. If there was a murder in the teahouse, it might be a bit troublesome.

Young man, let your uncle help you out for once. Consider it as repaying you for calling me “uncle” for so many years.

Liang Sheng turned to look at the private room next to him, but just as he was about to stand up and then sit down again, he frowned. The situation was not what he thought it was.

However, he was somewhat helpless. How come as soon as he left the mountain, the tranquil Jinzhou City of ten years suddenly stirred up waves?

Is it because he was born with an ill-fated star?

At this moment, Liang Sheng no longer had the mood to drink tea. Why did the Liang family do this? Did they want to engage in a desperate struggle with the Wu family?

However, what benefits would the Liang family gain from this? As long as both sides started fighting, no matter what the outcome, the winner would definitely suffer heavy losses as well.

Unless…

Thinking of the sight of Hongzhi leaving the Liang Residence in the morning, Liang Sheng’s heart moved. Just then, the door of the private room in the teahouse, which had just emitted a barely audible scream, opened.

Two people walked out of it, one of whom was pale-faced. Before leaving, however, he nodded to the other person and left without looking back.

Seeing this, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but shake his head.. How unlucky was he that as soon as he left the mountain, chaos broke out in Jinzhou City?