Cast aside other distracting thoughts.
Zhang Tian's gaze fell upon the approaching figure.
Upon seeing Zhang Tian sit up, Daoist Yimei's face broke into a radiant smile.
"Holy crap, my good disciple isn't dead! He's alive and well, that's fantastic."
"My good disciple, how are you? Is there anything unusual about you? Are you injured?"
"No, at this level, you must be injured. So, my good disciple, are you experiencing a final surge of energy?"
Before even reaching Zhang Tian, Daoist Yimei blurted out a string of questions.
Zhang Tian, his already bewildered mind growing more so, wondered what this man had gone through in the past few months to appear so erratic.
Feeling the weakness in his body, Zhang Tian could only lie back down on the bed.
"Holy crap, it really is a final surge of energy."
"My dearest good disciple, you absolutely cannot be in danger."
Saying this, Daoist Yimei rushed towards Zhang Tian.
Seeing Zhang Tian's eyes open but silent, Daoist Yimei let out a long sigh.
"As expected, my good disciple has died with his eyes open. Alas, to think my first prodigy disciple would meet such an end."
Daoist Yimei murmured dejectedly.
As he finished speaking, Zhang Tian suddenly opened his mouth.
"I'm not dead. Also, Master, could you give me some water?"
Zhang Tian's voice was weak.
"Holy Mother!"
"My good disciple, you're not dead!"
Upon hearing the voice, Daoist Yimei jolted.
However, he quickly composed himself, and with incredible speed, dashed out.
After drinking some water and regulating his body, Zhang Tian recovered some strength.
Time passed quickly.
A few days later, Zhang Tian had fully recovered.
His spirit had also improved significantly.
"My good disciple, it's thanks to my constant care that you've made a full recovery."
"I truly am a considerate master."
Daoist Yimei said with earnestness, as if he wanted to plaster gold all over his face.
Zhang Tian's lips twitched. He admitted that Daoist Yimei had played a crucial role in his recovery, but it was far from as exaggerated as he claimed.
"Thank you, Master."
Zhang Tian expressed his gratitude.
Daoist Yimei nodded in satisfaction.
He then looked at Zhang Tian curiously.
"By the way, my good disciple, have you comprehended your cultivation technique? You've been in a coma for months."
There was a flicker of anticipation in Daoist Yimei's eyes.
Zhang Tian waved his hand, and small cyan arcs of electricity began to swirl around him.
This truly startled Daoist Yimei.
"My heavens, wow, it's real! No one has comprehended this except the Patriarch."
"So, to cultivate successfully, one must be struck by lightning. I understand now."
A glint of wisdom flashed in Daoist Yimei's eyes.
Zhang Tian's mouth twitched.
He himself had been feverish and out of his mind to actually go and get struck by lightning.
If it were the current Zhang Tian, he would absolutely not do it.
Being struck dead by lightning makes it very difficult to reincarnate.
"Master, I believe this method is not suitable for everyone."
Zhang Tian said honestly.
"Of course, I know that."
"However, my good disciple, you are the most talented person in our Taoist temple in history, second only to myself, of course."
"You must make a contribution to our temple."
Daoist Yimei said with seriousness.
It was rare for the man to be so serious.
Zhang Tian nodded.
"Yes, I understand. By the way, Master, how much time has passed since we arrived here?"
Zhang Tian was in a state of temporal confusion.
There was no sense of time or clocks in the mountains, so Zhang Tian had no idea how long it had been, or what day it was.
"It should be about four months. Look, the temperature around has risen. You were struck by lightning in the summer last time."
Daoist Yimei calculated the time as he spoke.
"Four months..."
"Holy crap, four months! Master, let's hurry back."
Zhang Tian trembled all over.
He was anxious to return.
Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang were in their own virtual space, so they were fine.
There was food and cultivation resources there.
But Fatty was still at home. Four months without supervision, and the child might already be born.
"Yes, it's precisely what I intended. I was just thinking of returning to revitalize our Maoshan sect."
Daoist Yimei nodded, and the two of them got up and left the small wooden cabin.
"I wonder if Fatty has finished making the armor yet."
"And, it's been four months since I last saw Qilin. I wonder how he's doing now."
Zhang Tian thought to himself.
He felt a sense of urgency.
Getting into the car.
Daoist Yimei floored the accelerator, and they sped off.
Meanwhile, in Beili.
In the quadrangle courtyard.
Fatty and Wang Fei were sitting under the shade of a tree.
They were living their life, just the two of them and the two beasts.
Tuantuan and Xiao Bie were playing nearby.
It was a leisurely scene.
"This is really something. Where on earth did boss go? He's been gone so long. Could boss have gone grave robbing without Fatty?"
Fatty muttered to himself, feeling a bit curious.
"Husband, you are the main force. Young Master Zhang wouldn't leave you behind."
Wang Fei said from the side.
"Feifei, you're absolutely right. After all, Fatty is the main force. It's good that Feifei knows what to say."
Fatty laughed heartily.
His face was filled with smugness.
Indeed, only Feifei truly understood Fatty.
"Oh, and, I haven't seen Second Brother these past few months either. Is Second Brother sleeping at home?"
Fatty thought of Zhang Qilin.
He hadn't seen Zhang Qilin at all these past few months. He wondered what Zhang Qilin had been up to.
"Brother Qilin is at home. Tuantuan saw him yesterday."
"However, Brother Qilin seems a bit different lately."
Tuantuan said.
She tilted her small head.
Fatty blinked his small eyes.
"Different? How could Second Brother be different? Did he suddenly become talkative? Or, can Second Brother speak? Holy crap, is it possible? Second Brother can speak?"
Fatty's eyes widened, seeming quite excited.
"No, no, Brother Qilin is even quieter."
Tuantuan shook her head like a rattle.
"Quieter? Why is it that others evolve positively, while Second Brother insists on evolving in reverse?"
"Never mind. I'll wait for boss to come back. Let's go, Feifei, let's go have some private time."
Fatty chuckled and pulled Wang Fei, rushing out.
A few days later.
Daoist Yimei truly stepped on the gas pedal, and in just a few days, they arrived in Beili.
Looking at the still bustling streets of Beili.
Zhang Tian felt a sense of returning from the mountains.
Was this what it felt like for a wild man to descend into civilization?
Zhang Tian's mind conjured an image of a monkey jumping out of a rock and seeing a prosperous city.
Yes, it felt quite strange.
"My good disciple, I'm leaving. I must fight for the great revitalization of Maoshan."
Daoist Yimei said, and his figure vanished from Zhang Tian's sight.
Zhang Tian walked quickly.
He planned to go to the antique shop first.
He wondered if Zhang Qilin was still at the antique shop.
Soon, outside the antique shop.
Zhang Tian looked at the antique shop, which appeared as usual, and gently pushed the door open.
"Dad, Mom!"
Zhang Tian called out.
Immediately, from the inner room, several figures slowly emerged.
But upon seeing the appearance of his father and mother, Zhang Tian froze.
And Zhang Qilin behind them.
Zhang Qilin's expression was cold and indifferent, much like the first time Zhang Tian had seen him.
"Something's wrong!"
Frowning slightly, Zhang Tian immediately sensed that something was amiss.
Something was wrong with Zhang Qilin!