On the plane after booking his ticket on his phone, Yu Daochen remained uneasy.
Had Zhou Fu's death tribulation arrived so soon?
The more Yu Daochen thought about it, the more anxious he became, wishing he could reach the Fu Sect immediately.
"Young man, your complexion is pale, a clear sign of kidney deficiency."
A lifeless voice came from beside him.
Yu Daochen trembled in fright and turned to look, instinctively reaching for his lower back.
He saw an elder wearing black sunglasses with gray-white hair looking at him.
Yu Daochen breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly, "Sir, scaring people like that can be fatal."
The old man beside him chuckled, "Young man, if you're not afraid of ghosts, how can you be afraid of people?"
As soon as the old man spoke, Yu Daochen immediately became vigilant. However, when he looked at the old man's face, he frowned. There was no aura about him. Could he be an ordinary person?
"Sir, who are you?" Yu Daochen asked tentatively.
The old man coughed lightly and introduced himself, "My surname is Zhang. My Daoist name is Gongde Tianshi. You can call me Zhang Tianshi."
Yu Daochen was speechless upon hearing this. The title "Tianshi" was not something just anyone could bear, let alone the name Zhang Tianshi.
Hearing this, he knew this fellow was a charlatan.
The old man coughed again and continued, "I see you have a pale complexion, young friend, which is definitely due to kidney deficiency."
"Sir, my complexion is natural," Yu Daochen said, looking displeased at this so-called Zhang Tianshi.
If it weren't for the fact that he was half dead already, he would have argued with him.
The old man nodded and stroked his long white beard, saying, "Young man, you are mistaken. I didn't say kidney deficiency was caused by romantic affairs, but rather by prolonged overexertion leading to exhaustion and kidney deficiency."
Although Yu Daochen knew this fellow was a charlatan, his own kidney-deficient appearance did seem to be a result of overexertion.
Using the Reincarnation Blood Tears and the Ghost Horn power even once required the equivalent of a whole hen and ten eggs to recover.
"According to Master's words, what should I do?" Yu Daochen feigned surprise.
Since he had nothing else to do, he might as well tease him.
He wanted to see what this old man was up to.
Seeing that Yu Daochen had taken the bait, the old man continued to swindle him, "Goji berries and the like are useless for your constitution. I have formulated a special pill to regulate the body. Just take it for four days and you'll see immediate results."
Yu Daochen grinned. It was just as he had thought. "How much does Master want to sell it for?"
The old man coughed lightly and held up three fingers, "Given our fate, I originally sell it for thirty thousand yuan, but now I'll only charge you three thousand yuan."
"Three thousand yuan?" Yu Daochen blurted out instinctively.
The old man stroked his beard and nodded, "That's right. Three thousand yuan per course, and there are four courses in total. I'll give you a further discount and charge you ten thousand yuan."
Ten thousand yuan?
Damn, this was a good business.
Yu Daochen was somewhat surprised. He risked his life for a single job and only made five to six thousand yuan, while this guy charged ten thousand yuan for one dose of medicine.
To be honest, Yu Daochen was genuinely tempted.
"How about it, young man?" the old man said, preparing to get up and retrieve his luggage.
Yu Daochen quickly stopped him, "Master, please don't rush. I left in a hurry and didn't bring much money. There's no internet on this plane either, so let's forget about it."
The old man chuckled and pulled out a card reader from his backpack, "Heh heh, you can pay by card too."
"This..."
Yu Daochen was stunned.
Damn, this old guy carried this thing with him?
"Master, I just don't have the money," Yu Daochen said with an awkward smile.
Ten thousand yuan. He wasn't a fool.
Whoever bought it would be an idiot.
The old man waved his hand with a smile, "Since we are so fated, I'll give you another fifty percent discount and charge you five thousand yuan."
Yu Daochen still shook his head, "To be honest, Master, I don't even have five thousand yuan."
Seeing this, the old man knew Yu Daochen wasn't going to buy it and could only sigh and shake his head helplessly, "Alas, since you're not going to buy it, I won't force you. But seeing as we are so fated, I'll give you a few words of advice."
Yu Daochen waved his hand, "No need, Master. I don't believe in fate."
The old man revealed a mysterious smile, "What if it's about a death tribulation?"
Yu Daochen's body trembled, and he looked at the old man in disbelief, his brow furrowed tightly.
Who exactly was this old man!
Yu Daochen was certain that this person was no ordinary individual.
"Master, you...!"
The old man chuckled, "Young man, do you want it?"
Yu Daochen quickly cupped his hands respectfully and said, "Master, please bestow your words!"
The old man shook his head with a lewd expression, "Then will you buy my medicine?"
"Yes, I must buy it!" Yu Daochen said, preparing to take out his bank card.
Now, let alone five thousand yuan, even fifty-five million yuan, he would buy any information related to his death tribulation.
Seeing Yu Daochen agree, the old man reached into his pocket.
After a while, the old man pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his dirty pocket and handed it over.
Yu Daochen looked at the yellowed, dirty piece of paper in the old man's hand, which still carried a faint, unidentifiable odor, and frowned.
This had clearly been in his pocket for a long time.