Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

After Yan Heiwa's dry voice fell, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became stagnant.

It's a feeling of suffocation that comes for no reason.

Even if the life at the top of the food chain does not make any aggressive moves, it will inherently carry this oppressive force.

Jiang Ran didn't say a word, and even his posture of standing in front of the door with his hands behind his back didn't change much, but Yan Heiwa could already feel the fear of a knife on his neck.

"Grandpa..." Erya was not very old, but she was not the kind of person who was brought up in a honey pot and was ignorant of the world. She clearly felt that something was wrong from the beads of sweat oozing from Yan Heiwa's forehead and temples.

She was unable to experience the horror of being on the verge of life and death, perhaps because Jiang's gas generator did not fall on her.

When my grandfather timidly said these words, it was like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing ripples to appear again.

"Er Ya, this is your grandfather's wish, what about you?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Heiwa felt his body lighten and couldn't help but glance sideways at his granddaughter.

No matter how stupid he was, he could probably guess at this moment that Jiang Ran was not an ordinary wealthy man. Just based on the aura that was as deep as the sea, it was something he had never seen in his life.

The dark skin on the old man's face was almost squeezed together because of his nervousness about his granddaughter's answer, but what he heard in his ears was the answer he least wanted to hear.

"I...I want to ask you to save grandpa."

Arya's intermittent words were not hesitant or wavering, but when this wish came out, a glimmer of hope arose in her heart.

So many people say that my grandfather’s disease is incurable, so is there any solution for this man who inexplicably appeared on the Hunyan River?

She didn't know, but it didn't stop her from expressing her wish.

Jiang Ran was silent for a moment.

His soul in the Tribulation Realm allowed him to clearly discern how sincere the girl's words were even after he had lost his cultivation.

"You don't want gold, silver, treasures, fine clothes and delicious food?"

The Qing court was corrupt, and the bandit leader was dominating Yanshan. Asking him to treat an old man who was about to die was not a rational choice.

Erya's skin color is dull, and long-term lack of nutrition has caused her eye sockets to become dry and sunken, only her eyes are sparkling.

She was about to speak.

"Er Ya, don't you envy the grandson of Manager Liu, who has white flour buns to eat every meal? As long as the noble man asks, you will never have to go hungry again!"

Yan Heiwa stretched out his old right hand and tugged at his granddaughter's sleeve, wishing he could make the decision for her.

A hint of desire flashed in Arya's eyes uncontrollably. She swallowed silently a few times and then shook her head firmly.

"Erya doesn't eat white flour buns."

She broke free from her grandfather's hand, pursed her lips and shook her head.

Yan Heiwa's eyes couldn't help but turn red. Although his granddaughter didn't repeat her previous words, this firm statement already represented her position.

The old man's body trembled slightly, half angry and half distressed.

Jiang Ran did not give him a chance to persuade him again, and looked quite indifferent.

"Your grandfather was already dying. Even I have no way to save him."

"If you insist on saving him, you can exchange two wishes and a friendship on the Yanshui River for this possibility."

"Does this mean that you will give up thousands of gold and silver, and abandon your own wealth and even the wealth of several generations of your descendants. Even so, you are still determined not to change your mind?"

He spoke slowly, so Erya and Yan Heiwa could hear every word clearly.

The grandfather and grandson had different reactions, one was so shocked that he couldn't help but have disordered breathing, while the other didn't hesitate at all.

"My dear..." The disordered breath and trembling voice represented the owner's unstable mood.

"I don't want anything, I just want my grandfather!" The resolute words were loud and clear, and she had her own steadfastness.

Jiang Ran's eyes sank slightly, and he thought to himself that there was no hope for mortals.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt his heart suddenly skip a beat and broke free from the shackles of his soul for a moment.

Faintly, ripples of inspiration from heaven and earth began to appear, and an inexplicable aura lingered around Erya.

Jiang Ran was finally moved.

He turned around suddenly, only to meet a pair of clear, red eyes.

"Why?" His demeanor remained the same, but Yan Heiwa, who was paying attention, could still hear the difference in his tone.

Even the slightest ripple in a pool of stagnant water is hard to ignore.

Erya was frightened by Jiang Ran's sharp gaze and didn't even bother to understand what the other party was asking. She just spoke as if instinctively.

"White flour steamed buns are delicious, but Grandpa only has one."

"If Grandpa doesn't eat it, I won't eat it either."

Yan Heiwa burst into tears, holding onto the earthen wall with his hands, trying to maintain his balance: "Girl..."

Erya avoided Jiang Ran's gaze, looked at her grandfather with concern, and then looked back at the door stubbornly.

She was so nervous that she clenched her fists tightly together.

But she understood that this might be her grandfather's only chance to be cured.

She didn't know whether there was much hope or not, but Jiang Ran's attitude clearly indicated that there was still a glimmer of hope.

A glimmer of hope is still hope.

Even though she was still young, she knew that no one would blame her even if she chose a life of wealth and glory, not even her grandfather.

She knew all of this clearly.

The problem is that.

"If grandpa is gone, I will have no relatives in this world. I will be all alone, and no matter how much gold and silver I have, it will be meaningless."

How about the evening drum and the morning bell, just one word.

Jiang Ranfan's heart trembled violently, and his lips seemed so dry that he couldn't open his mouth.

Does he agree with this logic?

Reverend Xuan Jian disagrees.

The path of spiritual practice is destined to be climbed alone, and all worldly ties are obstacles.

How can you attain the golden elixir if you don't leave the mundane world?

The vast divine soul almost instantly suppressed the ripples that emerged in the mortal heart, and indifference and alienation once again covered the pupils.

"It's not difficult to save your grandfather."

Jiang Ran spoke calmly and looked Yan Heiwa up and down nonchalantly.

Before Arya had time to get excited, she was interrupted by another sentence.

"But everything will have to wait until you meet the Golden Eyed Biao with me."

With a thud, the house was filled with dust.

Yan Heiwa crawled on the ground with his head lowered into the dust.

"My lord! The second girl is talking without thinking, please show some mercy!"

His head touched the ground and never rose again.

Arya was like being struck by thunder, and her young mind finally reacted. Those officials who treated human life as a joke would never have unnecessary mercy.

If you go to see the Golden Eyed Biao, you can tell with your butt that you will die.

If she angered this powerful bandit leader, even if Jiang Ran could survive, she and her grandfather would surely die.

In the Yanshan area, the golden-eyed leopard can dig up the graves of eight generations of a person's ancestors and grind their bones to ashes.

“No need to kneel to me.” Jiang Ran lowered his eyes and looked expressionlessly at the old man and the young man kneeling on the ground.

"Your life is of no use to me. I asked you to go with me to see the Golden Eyed Biao just to solve a mystery."

"I can't completely cure your grandfather now." It's easier to kill than to save. At this moment, he has lost all his cultivation and does not have the ability to cure his chronic illness.

What's more, Yan Heiwa is already in his twilight years. If there is no way to nourish him, curing his stubborn illness will be like drinking poison to quench thirst.

As for why he took Arya to see Golden-Eyed Biao, it was because of a flash of inspiration that occurred to him.

"It's up to you to decide whether to go or not. I won't force you."

"When I return from Yanshan, my life of wealth and honor will still count."

The sound of voices and footsteps lingered in the ears of Yan Heiwa and Erya. The tense expression of one slowly relaxed, while the panic of the other turned into hesitation.

When the light that was blocked by the thin figure at the door shone into the house again, the ragged girl suddenly looked up and used her hands and feet to run from kneeling.

Erya ran out of the door, chasing after her grandfather's glimmer of hope.

While her grandfather was still alive, how could she be afraid of the golden-eyed tiger?

If her grandfather were no longer around, she wouldn't be afraid of the golden-eyed tiger.