The Nine Cauldrons

Book 8 Chapter 22 The Treasure Hunting Journey in the Dreamy Cloud Swampland

When his father Teng Yongfan’s legs were disabled, great sadness had filled Teng Qingshan’s heart. While Teng Qingshan was growing up in Teng Jia Village, he had sworn in his heart that he would let his parents and relatives live a good life. Yet his father, Teng Yongfan, ended up crippled while his uncle had died tragically! Teng Qingshan knew that…

When Gu Shiyou, the Young Island Lord of Qing Hu Island, went to capture the villagers, he must have specially ordered his father to be captured because of Teng Qingshan himself!

Hatred! Remorse!

Now that he knew about the magical effect of the Dreamy Cloud White Fruit, Teng Qingshan felt a newfound hope. Teng Qingshan had desired to help his father stand again for a very long time.

“Qingshan, just help me once. Go to the Dreamy Cloud Swampland and find the Dreamy Cloud White Fruit.” The Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal continued, “Haha, I know you want the stone inscriptions left by the Godly Axe Deity ‘Yu the Great.’ The Mu Clan has six pieces. When you accomplish the mission, I will lend them to you for a few years. What do you think?”

“Senior.”

Teng Qingshan pondered and said sincerely, “Qingshan has a request. What I am about to say might sound slightly undue, but I still want to ask Senior for some help.”

“Oh. Tell me. What’s the matter? I will definitely help if I can,” Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal said confidently.

“The thing is…” Teng Qingshan took a deep breath and said, “When I was young, I caused trouble and enraged my enemy, the end result being that my father’s legs were crippled! My father could no longer stand! I always felt very apologetic to my father. Now I know about the magical effect of this Dreamy Cloud White Fruit…..Therefore…… I know that Senior also desired this Dreamy Cloud White Fruit, but I would like to ask Senior if there’s any method that satisfies both sides. I really want to help my father stand up!”

“It’s my own father!” thought Teng Qingshan.

“A courageous and candid man! A person that cares about me!

Although my father is not a person of exceptional ability, and even though he’s just a blacksmith in the village, he’s still my father.”

“Qingshan, how old is your father?” The Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal frowned as he asked.

In the Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal’s eyes, Teng Qingshan shouldn’t be young. Therefore, Teng Qingshan’s father must be even older. If it was just an old man, why bother wasting the Dreamy Cloud White Fruit?

“My father can live for at least a hundred years.” Teng Qingshan said with a sharp look.

Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal flicked a glance at Teng Qingshan and remained silent.

He knew what Teng Qingshan meant….

“Haha…” The Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal suddenly laughed. “Qingshan, your filiality is greatly commendable. Haha, your father must be happy to have a son like you. Despite the fact that the Dreamy Cloud White Fruit Tree bears only one fruit, what you said about helping your father stand is possible.”

Teng Qingshan’s eyes lit up. He asked, “Senior, do you have a solution?”

“Yes.”

The Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal nodded his head and said, “The Dreamy Cloud White Fruit has magical effects. Even if half of one’s body was cut off, if one ate the Dreamy Cloud White Fruit, the other half of the body would grow back quickly! This means that the healing of the normal wounds wouldn’t require the consumption of the entire Dreamy Cloud White Fruit. Just one part of it would be enough.”

“Is that so?” Teng Qingshan felt a great joy. “Senior, how long can this Dreamy Cloud White Fruit be preserved?”

Teng Qingshan was most worried that the White Fruit might rot because of the long trip, which would result in nothing good.

“Don’t worry about that. As long as this Dreamy Cloud White Fruit is stored in a sealed jade box, it would be fine to store for even ten or a hundred years!” The Dreamy Cloud Martial Immortal said confidently. “Of course, it must be stored in a jade box. Also, this Dreamy Cloud White Fruit must be sliced with a jade knife. If you used a regular knife, the white fruit would be damaged, and it will rot.”

Teng Qingshan engraved these instructions in his mind.