The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 174 - 144: Tea Flowers and Strange Stones

"Girl, I heard from your uncle that you are quite skilled with perplexing diseases. This old man has a friend whose illness is rather strange. His complexion is slightly paler than a normal person, and his once robust body gets weaker day by day, as if he’s suffering from extreme anemia. No matter how many blood-nourishing foods he consumes, it’s of no use, and he remains weak. He frequently suffers from bouts of pain, and the pain location changes each time." Mr. Mo thought about the patient’s symptoms and described them to Lan Tian.

Lan Tian pursed her lips—what did they mean by being good with difficult illnesses? She had merely spent some time studying the human meridian charts. She wasn’t an immortal; how could she diagnose without seeing the patient?

"Without seeing the patient, it’s hard to make a judgment."

With that one line, Lan Tian completely blocked Mr. Mo. Based on his way of saying ’his friend,’ it was probably his current patient. If Mr. Mo was troubled, it was likely that the illness was indeed bizarre. Without seeing the person firsthand, Lan Tian wouldn’t rashly draw conclusions; otherwise, any mistake would be her fault.

Seeing the old man’s frustrated expression, Lan Tian paused for a moment, then took a porcelain bottle out of her bag, poured two greenish-brown pills, and placed them in a small box made of peach wood about two fingers wide, handing it to him, "If things get bad, give him one to hang on."

Mr. Mo’s mouth twitched—what did she mean by "if things get bad, then give him one to take"? If a person was at the edge of death, would they even be able to swallow it? Glancing down at the wooden box in his hands, then up at Lan Tian, it took him a while to accept it, surmising that the girl must have guessed the severity.

His gaze unintentionally swept over the peach bead bracelet on the old man’s wrist. It had been worn for over half a year, and the spiritual energy within the beads had thinned out considerably. Perhaps the previous incident in Beijing, where Lan Tian had shielded Mr. Mo from disaster, had cleared much of the energy flow around him; the greyish energy was about to dissipate.

The situation in Beijing was still unclear, and so was Mr. Mo’s fate. Thus Lan Tian said, "Grandpa, take off the bracelet and give it to me for now, I’ll return it to you in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Mo immediately thought of the car accident in Beijing. He reached out and handed the bracelet to Lan Tian, "That’s fine!"

Once the bracelet was off, his wrist felt empty, and he wasn’t accustomed to the absence. As he touched his wrist, he felt like something was missing.

"Girl, do you still remember my few old friends? They’re the old men you and Hua Zi happened to meet in the backyard garden last time."

Lan Tian nodded.

"Last time you mentioned you’d bring a few pots of Cha Hua from home, did you bring them? A few days ago, those old fellows came over asking and, seeing you hadn’t returned, went back regretfully. They were worried you’d forgotten." On the fifth day of the first month, a few old friends came together to wish him New Year’s greetings, or so they said. In reality, they were thinking about their tea trees—they wanted to see if Lan Tian had come back.

"I brought them. I’ll be free these next few days; just not sure if they’ll be free." Suddenly, Lan Tian said, "Grandpa, I don’t want any rare treasures. Could you ask them if they have any strange stones or metal materials?"

"Sure, I’ll ask." Mr. Mo fell silent for a moment but nodded in agreement. He stood up, picked up the wood box from the coffee table, "They’re always free, I’ll call and let them know, and they’ll come over in the afternoon for sure."

And sure enough, around two or three in the afternoon, Mr. Wei and the other old men arrived.

It was cold, and the rosewood chairs in the teahouse were padded with thick wool blankets, soft and warm to sit on. Lan Tian and Mr. Mo, each on one side, were reading a book, with sandalwood burning in the room and the stove boiling water for tea.

When Mr. Wei and the others arrived at the teahouse, Lan Tian was just brewing tea. Grandpa Lin led them up, and hearing the commotion below, Lan Tian casually brewed cups of tea for them as well. Their attendants carried in a wooden box, set it down, and then followed Grandpa Lin downstairs.

"Girl, you’re back," Mr. Zhao spotted Lan Tian and spoke up first before turning to Mr. Mo, "Old Mo, you sure live a good life, having a better time than your older brother, looking rosy and radiant."

Lan Tian sat without moving, merely nodding faintly towards the men. On the other side, when Mr. Mo saw her, he puffed out his eyes, glaring at her. Lan Tian, confused by the glare, returned his gaze, and seeing him puff out his chest and glare at her, she glanced at the few men who had just come in and had a sudden realization.

The old man wanted her to greet them properly.

Lan Tian smiled. She really didn’t have that awareness; she died at over a hundred years old, and in her eyes, Mr. Wei and the others were all juniors. There was no precedent for elders to greet their juniors. But, she had indeed forgotten about her current age. Besides, she was a cultivator. Aside from direct blood relations, she wouldn’t ordinarily offer greetings to mortals.

The strong are revered, even in the mundane world.

People with deep family roots and power, even if they are just a few years old, still have plenty of others fawning over them. No one comments on their lack of manners or cultivation, instead, they say those people have the capital to look down on everything.

So was Lan Tian. She belonged to the group that looked down on everything else, sitting without moving. Mr. Mo also realized this and didn’t insist, as Mr. Wei and the others would not mind these worldly courtesies.

At noon, Lan Tian had someone move four pots of Cha Hua to the teahouse, placing them on the long table by the window, a row of four pots with vibrant green, jade-like tea plants, their branches holding several buds ready to bloom. When Mr. Wei and his group walked in, their eyes were glued to them.

The group was here for the tea plants and had no interest elsewhere. After a short chat, their eyes kept returning to the Cha Hua. Seeing their monkey-like impatience, Mr. Mo decided not to delay.

"Girl, let’s hurry up and switch them out. Can’t you see their eyeballs are stuck on those trees?"

Lan Tian nodded, "Then let’s start!"

The group moved to the long table by the window, placed all the wooden boxes on it, and opened them up. Lan Tian looked through from the first box. The first box belonged to Mr. Zhao, inside were four items: two stones and two pieces of rare metal material.

Her divine sense swept over the four items, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. She picked up one of the rocks, the size of a fist, and examined it thoroughly, her divine sense coalescing into filaments and probing inside the stone.

Fortune smiled upon her—the last material needed for the Storage Basin was found. She took that rock and laid it on the table. Mr. Zhao was watching Lan Tian’s expression closely, seeing her pick up an unremarkable stone, he felt nervous and worried that she might not recognize the value of the other items, he couldn’t help but urge her, "Girl, take another good look."

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