"Rejuvenate?"
"It can also strengthen the Yuan Yang!"
While others might not understand other Taoist terms, these two phrases were perfectly clear. Immediately, someone asked excitedly, "Mr. Jobs, is what you're saying true? Could you let us try it?"
"There's no need to concern yourselves with truth or falsehood, because this item, unless one can ascend to the Lunar Star, is utterly unobtainable by human means. You cannot get it anyway, so why bother verifying its authenticity!" Jobs said.
Well, that statement only made everyone more impatient. Looking at Jobs, who had returned to his fifties, everyone gradually began to believe in the existence of the Lunar Spirit Qi.
Many things in this world are like this. The more you try to prove something with all sorts of evidence, unless the user personally verifies it, they'll think you're lying.
But if you only talk about something vaguely, accompany it with a photo that looks plausible, and then offer no proof for verification, surprisingly, a large number of people will believe in its genuine existence.
This is because everyone has needs. When these needs cannot be met, they will have an extraordinary faith in things that seem to promise fulfillment but are ultimately unattainable.
Because if they don't believe, it would mean they can never satisfy their needs.
Alright, that got a bit convoluted. Simply put, the more you can't have something, the more it teases you, and the more you want it.
But the problem Jobs mentioned was indeed a problem. After all, the Taoist sect hadn't produced an immortal for centuries. Now, with the appearance of Jobs, a foreign immortal, he might be the only one for hundreds of years. Besides him, no one else would have the ability to obtain this Lunar Spirit Qi.
In that case, they could only dream about it, as no amount of money could buy such a thing.
Of course, some were unwilling to give up and wanted to try. "Mr. Jobs, have you used up all your Lunar Spirit Qi?"
"Not yet!" Jobs replied. "The Lunar Spirit Qi I brought back is naturally in excess. Moreover, if I need it, I can go directly to the Lunar Star. After all, I've been there once, so I won't be trapped there like the first time, only to escape a year later!"
Next, Jobs recounted his unfortunate experience on the Lunar Star. It turned out that upon arriving at the Lunar Star, Jobs suddenly realized he didn't know how to return. Thus, he was trapped on the Lunar Star and spent a year finding a way back to Earth before finally returning to his physical body.
Jobs stated that he had initially thought there was a Heavenly Court, a place for immortals to reside, but found the Heavenly Court had vanished without a trace, and he couldn't see any other immortals. Therefore, he had to return to Earth to continue living. After all, without the support of a physical body and without the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Court, a mere primordial spirit would find it very difficult to survive alone.
"Then, Mr. Jobs, could you demonstrate some immortal techniques for us!" someone asked again.
"I cannot demonstrate!" Jobs stated very plainly. "Immortal techniques require a vast amount of immortal power. However, I didn't find the Heavenly Court, so I couldn't refine my physical body in the Ascension Pool to obtain immortal power, and thus cannot perform immortal arts. My only capability is primordial spirit ascension."
Jobs' words were met with a mixture of belief and doubt, but his youthful body was undeniable. And the Grand Commander beside him was nearly eighty years old. This had been a characteristic of several recent new Grand Commanders in the United States – they were all getting older. It was as if only elderly individuals were ascending to power, and no one knew why.
The Grand Commander's eyes kept glancing at Jobs' robust physique. He and Jobs were the same age, both born in the same year, but why was the gap so immense?
After much consideration, the Grand Commander couldn't help but speak, "Steve, you know that many of our people are suffering from pain and aging. If it's possible to research drugs to overcome these ailments, it would be a tremendous boon for all American citizens!"
"Your Taoist teachings often emphasize doing good deeds. In that case, are you unwilling to help these suffering people of ours?" The Grand Commander escalated the situation, intending to corner Jobs.
If it were the old Jobs, he would have likely stormed off. But the current Jobs, after a brief moment of contemplation, said, "Fetch a test tube, it needs to be diluted with physiological saline!"
"Hurry!" Although the Grand Commander didn't understand what Jobs intended to do, he immediately issued orders to his subordinates. Soon, a test tube filled with physiological saline was delivered into Jobs' hands.
Jobs gently pressed his finger against the opening of the test tube, closing his eyes slightly as if casting a spell. After a short while, witnessed by everyone at the round table, a drop of clear liquid slowly condensed at the center of Jobs' fingertip.
As this first drop of liquid fell into the water, Jobs immediately withdrew his finger and sealed the test tube. He handed the test tube to the Grand Commander, saying, "This contains a drop of Lunar Spirit Qi. It needs to be researched as soon as possible, as Lunar Spirit Qi dissipates completely within a day of contact with mortal air."
"Quickly hand this over to the experts at the research center!" The Grand Commander handed the test tube to his secretary and said with great urgency.
The secretary blinked, finding the Grand Commander's words rather nonsensical. There were so many research centers in the world; which one should this Lunar Spirit Qi be given to?
However, as the Grand Commander's secretary, he quickly understood the implications and happily accepted the assignment. At the same time, the Grand Commander casually asked, "If this Lunar Spirit Qi were to be used, how should it be administered? Should it be drunk directly?"
"No, it needs to be further diluted with at least a bottle of physiological saline and then injected into the body," Jobs replied. The Grand Commander nodded slightly. Before long, the Grand Commander excused himself, citing pressing official duties.
Jobs, also weary of the banquet, followed suit and left. With the two main figures gone, the remaining attendees had no reason to stay and soon dispersed.
Regardless of what happened to Jobs, the Grand Commander returned to his office, and his secretary promptly presented the Lunar Spirit Qi. "Grand Commander, do you intend to use it personally?"
"Yes. Have a doctor come and use a bottle of physiological saline to dilute it for me, then inject it into my body!" the Grand Commander instructed.
"Mr. Commander, this is far too risky!" the secretary said with deep concern. "No one knows what this substance truly is. Everything is just Mr. Jobs' word. If he has deceived us, it will be too late, and your life could be in danger!"
"My life is already in danger. My tumor won't wait until next year," the Grand Commander gritted out, harboring an astonishing secret that had been hidden all along: he had cancer.
Generally, individuals with cancer cannot win elections. This is because no one can guarantee that such a person could serve out a four-year term or fully fulfill the duties of Grand Commander during periods of illness.
Therefore, during his candidacy, he had bluntly concealed his cancer and had been using Jiangnan Biological's specialized anti-cancer medication to prolong his life. However, according to the latest medical examination results, with only three years left in his term, he would likely only be able to serve half of it.
To finally become Grand Commander, only to be incapacitated halfway through – who could bear such a fate!
"Perhaps we could have someone test it first, and if the results are satisfactory, then try it," the secretary suggested.
"No, I have no confidence in obtaining another bottle from Jobs," the Grand Commander said through gritted teeth. "Inject it quickly. At worst, it will just mean ending my term early!"
Helplessly, the secretary called for a doctor and completed the injection of the Lunar Spirit Qi.
However, just a few hours later, the Grand Commander began to feel something was amiss.
First, he kept passing gas, then he felt an urgent need to use the restroom, expelling a large amount of dark, viscous matter in one go.
This shocked the Grand Commander. Due to his intestinal cancer, he had been suffering from severe constipation for a long time, and each bowel movement was agonizingly painful, accompanied by significant blood loss.
The best course of action would have been to surgically remove the intestines and adopt a method of artificial diversion for defecation. However, this would have confined the Grand Commander to his bed for the rest of his life, rendering him unable to perform his duties as Grand Commander.
So, he had to endure, eating as little as possible and relying entirely on nutrient solutions for his bodily needs. He might not even have a bowel movement once a week.
But now, he had gone multiple times in a single day. This made the Grand Commander believe he might be dying. He even had his secretary retrieve his will.
Meanwhile, the Vice Commander excitedly took out his pen to begin writing his inauguration speech. According to the constitution, if a Grand Commander dies in office, an election is not held, and the Vice Commander directly succeeds to the position.
After several trips to the restroom, despite the immense physical discomfort, the Grand Commander miraculously felt his entire body becoming lighter. He found himself able to walk briskly without any hindrance.
Before this, he could only manage slow strolls. Simultaneously, a continuous stream of strength began to emerge from all parts of his body, and he could clearly feel the changes taking place.
Most importantly, the Grand Commander suddenly discovered that he was ravenously hungry and wanted to eat voraciously!
And it wasn't just his mouth above that craved food. The lower opening, which had been dormant for over a decade and almost forgotten, was also showing signs of vigorous life, as if everything was blooming.