"I don't know." Chen Chaojiang answered honestly. He still believed that he became a god simply because Xu Zhengyang was his brother.
And that is indeed the case.
"You can talk to Xu Zhengyang about it later. I want to become an immortal too, okay?"
"What do you want to do, be a god?" Chen Chaojiang asked.
Ye Wan glared at him and said, "I want to do good deeds, and I also want to be your perfect couple, okay?"
Chen Chaojiang gave a helpless, bitter smile; he didn't have the final say on this matter.
Fortunately, Ye Wan didn't delve too deeply into this issue. She knew that her husband's decision wasn't final, and given Chen Chaojiang's temperament, would he really go and ask Xu Zhengyang for help with this?
So Ye Wan simply asked, "What does Xu Zhengyang want to see you for in all this busyness?"
Unfortunately, Chen Chaojiang, that stubborn guy, simply refused to say anything.
Ye Wan didn't ask any further questions, but being the meticulous person she was, she figured out what it was after noticing that Chen Chaojiang had been frequently browsing websites, news articles, and posts related to "Dao Xian Gong" online. With her straightforward nature, she asked frankly, "Chaojiang, did you create this Dao Xian Gong? I heard it's quite popular now."
Chen Chaojiang immediately said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense, the Dao Immortal Technique is most likely a scam."
What is said without malice may be taken to heart by the listener.
With Chen Chaojiang's words, Ye Wan had a general idea of what to do. Recalling the turmoil that Xu Zhengyang's family had experienced in the mountain city, Ye Wan immediately guessed that this matter must be related to the investigation of "Dao Xian Gong".
After Chen Chaojiang left, Ye Wan began to pay attention to this so-called Daoist Immortal Skill online.
This glance was quite something. Just like when Xu Zhengyang was flipping through the "Secret Manual of Daoist Immortal Techniques," Ye Wan was also astonished by the mysterious yet incredibly realistic events described and the scientific arguments presented, to the point that she began to believe them. Fortunately, she was just her type, and she had a husband with a unique background and her friend Li Bingjie and her husband, both of whom were quite special; otherwise, Li Bingjie might have become completely absorbed in it.
So Ye Wan, who has always been bold and adventurous and loves exploration, began to think about investigating this Dao Immortal Technique.
Perhaps she can even help her husband.
Sure enough, this morning, Ye Wan drove out by himself.
Everyone in the Ye family, from top to bottom, was already familiar with Ye Wan's personality, so no one tried to stop him. Besides, children from truly wealthy families don't need bodyguards or similar figures around them every day.
Well, Li Bingjie is an anomaly, but let's leave that aside.
After Ye Wan drove into the residential area, he quickly found Unit 2 of Building 10, following the address indicated on the advertisement.
The two garages downstairs were connected and renovated into one room, and both garage doors were replaced with solid glass doors.
Looking from the outside in, the view is unobstructed.
On the wall between the two doors, there was a bright yellow paper with the words "Daoist Immortal Kung Fu Instruction Class" written in red ink.
Ye Wan parked the car next to the lawn directly opposite the "classroom." She didn't get out immediately, but simply rolled down the window and looked inside.
Inside the room, three or four people, all good people, were sitting close together on the floor.
There were two tables in the middle of the innermost part of the room. Behind the tables sat a man and a woman in their forties, who were talking animatedly, waving their arms and acting out their own stories.
Ye Wan's first impression was that this was no different from running a pyramid scheme.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that there were some differences. Each student was sitting on a bright yellow round cotton mat, and each had a schoolbag and books beside them. If these individuals were young children, dressed in worn-out and shabby clothes, they would resemble elementary school students in a poor area.
After the man and woman above gave a long speech, they began to instruct the students below to close their eyes and meditate as they had just been told.
So a bunch of people closed their eyes and mumbled some unintelligible words, then fell silent.
Ye Wan got out of the car with some curiosity and walked over. His expression was casual, like a guest who was visiting relatives and friends but was just waiting here because the host was not home.
The man and woman sitting behind the table inside, who were talking in hushed tones, noticed Ye Wan. So the woman got up, smiled, and came out.
Ye Wan also gave a polite smile.
The glass door opened, but the believers sitting on the floor inside paid no attention to this side, each one focused on meditating and practicing meditation.
"Young lady, would you like to learn Taoist immortal techniques?" the woman asked.
"Oh. No, no, I just came to take a look first," Ye Wan said, shaking her head.
"Oh, don't be shy," the woman said cheerfully. "At first, everyone was a little embarrassed. Actually, our Daoist Immortal Cultivation doesn't require daily gatherings. You can learn diligently from books and practice at home. Of course, if you come to a gathering, your faith will be stronger when you're together. You'll feel a connection with each other..."
His words were so vague and confusing that Ye Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He asked, "Can cultivating this really lead to immortality?"
"Of course, but you must be sincere." The woman's expression turned serious as she earnestly said, "If you can reach the sixth level, you can reverse aging and stay young forever; if you reach the highest level... you can directly ascend to immortality, go to heaven whenever you want, and have a physical body even if you want to stay in the mortal world."
"That's amazing?" Ye Wan feigned surprise and asked, "Is it very difficult?"
"Nothing is impossible for a willing heart. Therefore, to practice the Daoist immortal arts, one must be sincere to achieve results..." The woman's expression revealed utmost piety, as if she could already see the day she would become an immortal.
Ye Wan asked, "Auntie, what level have you reached in your training?"
"Me? I'm still far from it. I've only reached the fifth level," the woman said kindly.
"Then, what kind of supernatural power is on the fifth level?" Ye Wan asked again.
A smug look appeared in the woman's eyes as she said, "When I stretch my arms and wave my hands, true energy naturally flows within my body, emanating from my fingertips, which I can clearly feel; moreover, during meditation, I can occasionally connect with heaven and earth, receiving guidance from the heavens..."
Ye Wan paused for a moment, and seeing that the woman was no longer speaking, he continued to ask, "That's all?"
"Oh, it's just a small achievement, nothing to mention." The woman waved her hand modestly and said, "You might still doubt it if I tell you. You won't understand the mystery unless you experience it for yourself... Come, girl, don't be shy. Come to our classroom and experience it with everyone."
"No, no," Ye Wan shook her head. "Is there a master with a higher level of cultivation?"
The woman, somewhat annoyed, glared at him and said, "Hey, are you being sincere or not? Do you want Master Jialan to teach you personally?"
Ye Wan was known for his fiery temper. Hearing the woman's barbed words, he was naturally annoyed. However, since he had been the one to interrupt first, he suppressed his anger and forced a smile, saying, "Do you have any textbooks here? I'll buy a set and take it home to study and practice."
"Yes, yes, a set of beginner-level items costs 180." The woman finally smiled again and said, "Levels two and three are 300 each, level four is 380, level five is 800, and we don't have any for level six and above yet... But I advise you, young lady, to cultivate with everyone first. In the first three levels, everyone helps each other and supports each other with more faith power, which will make it easier to get through the most difficult stage..."
Listening to the woman's endless chatter, Ye Wan didn't believe her, but she didn't get angry at all.
Because the other party spoke very politely and courteously, and was quite easygoing, without any sense of rejection or wariness.
Ye Wan felt that her trip today was probably a waste. Was she really going to go in and listen to the lecture? Or should she buy a set of books to take home?
Just then, her phone rang. The woman picked it up and answered, responding with "uh-huh" and occasionally glancing at Ye Wan with a questioning look.
Ye Wan found it rather strange.
The woman hung up quickly, and her previously warm and polite expression vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and hostile gaze as she glared at Ye Wan and asked, "Are you going to learn or not? You've been dawdling for so long, what exactly are you doing?"
"Hehe." Ye Wan chuckled coldly, somewhat bewildered. For a moment, he was genuinely confused. Was this woman counting dog faces?
"Are you a reporter?" the woman asked sternly.
Ye Wan shook her head.
The woman, however, didn't believe Ye Wan at all. She turned and shouted inside, "A few people, search this woman and see if she has any recording devices. She looks just like those reporters who are trying to sabotage our Dao Xian Gong Sect..."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone who had been sitting quietly on the floor meditating and cultivating, undisturbed by the outside world, suddenly stood up.
Several men and women rushed out and surrounded Ye Wan.
"What do you want?" Ye Wan asked without fear, sneering, "You want to search me? That's illegal!"
"Are you a reporter?" the men shouted in unison.
"No." Ye Wan's face turned cold.
"So you're afraid we'll search her?" The woman in charge waved her hand and said sternly, "Search her!"
Three women immediately raised their hands and rushed towards Ye Wan, while several other men surrounded her, as if afraid that Ye Wan would run away.
What kind of person is Ye Wan? How could she tolerate such humiliation?
Although he hadn't trained in a long time, his previous physical foundation was no joke. He immediately raised his hand and flicked his wrist, sending one woman crashing into another. Then, with a swift movement, he pushed the other woman aside. He then coldly shouted, "You're breaking the law! Who dares to lay a hand on me again?"
"Breaking the law? Let me tell you, even the deputy director of the district public security bureau is one of our followers." The woman sneered and waved her arm, saying, "Arrest her and search her!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged men no longer cared about Ye Wan's female identity and immediately pounced on her.
Ye Wan was taken aback. This was outrageous!
After all, she was a woman, and having not trained for a long time, her martial arts skills had naturally deteriorated. She wasn't confident she could handle several burly men. Besides, even in the past, she hadn't been so confident.
Now, seeing everyone in the classroom rushing out, Ye Wan was even more worried.
He quickly bent down to avoid a man's grabbing hand, then rammed the man's chest with his shoulder to push him away. He then pushed and shoved aside several people who were still blocking the outside and hadn't reacted yet, and ran out, not even bothering to drive his car.
The people behind immediately gave chase, shouting, "Catch her! Catch her! Don't let her get away!"
Ye Wan was furious and filled with regret!
When has my great-aunt ever suffered such humiliation?
As I hurriedly ran to the entrance of the residential area, I saw two security guards already blocking my way with cold smiles.
Ye Wan quickly cried out, "I'm not a bad person! They're chasing me! Call the police!"
Unexpectedly, the two security guards ignored her words and ran towards her instead.
Seeing the situation was dire, Ye Wan quickly turned and ran east along the road in the residential area, watching as some followers of the Dao Xian Gong sect surrounded her from the lawn and the path. In her panic, Ye Wan ran haphazardly to a stairwell, where the door happened to open. An old woman saw Ye Wan running away in a panic and realized that the Dao Xian Gong followers were chasing after her.
The old lady quickly waved her hand and gestured, "Girl, come in here quickly."
Ye Wan didn't have time to think and quickly ran past the old lady into the stairwell.
The old lady was quite agile; she quickly slipped back into the stairwell and slammed the security door shut.
"Second floor, we live on the second floor, come up quickly." The old lady hurriedly pushed Ye Wan, who was looking on in surprise.
Actually, Ye Wan was a little worried after entering. What if this old lady was also one of their people? She had just taken out her phone to call the police. Now, reminded by the old lady, and seeing that the old lady didn't seem to have any malicious intent, Ye Wan quickly helped the old lady upstairs.
Just as I reached the corner of the stairs, the security door to the stairwell was opened.
It turns out that one of the followers of Daoxian Gong lived in this unit, and he had a key.
"Grandma, you go first!" Ye Wan turned around and stood behind the old lady, walking backwards while remaining vigilant.
A middle-aged man rushed forward first, his appearance extremely fierce and menacing, followed by a group of men and women, shouting and cursing loudly.
Ye Wan might not be able to handle a large group, but he could handle one person without any problem.
Ye Wan swiftly dodged and kicked the middle-aged man down, immediately stopping the group of people from chasing after him.
They had already pushed the door up to the second floor. The old lady opened the door and called out in a trembling voice, "Girl, come in quickly! Old man, call the police, call the police!"
Ye Wan and the old lady hurriedly ran into the house and locked the security door and the inner door.
A series of loud banging and banging sounds rang out at the door.
However, these fanatical believers were unable to break through the sturdy security door for the time being.
Inside, an elderly man hurriedly dialed the police. After hanging up, he said urgently, "Young lady, are you a reporter? Oh dear, a few days ago, reporters came to interview people, and three or four of them were beaten up, and their cars were smashed... You should contact your company immediately and have your manager come and take you home. Otherwise, waiting for the police won't help, and you'll just have to suffer more..."