"Is that so?" Grandpa Jiang's expression turned a bit sour. "I actually feel like my complexion is getting worse by the minute."
With Old Man Su showing up at the Jiang residence, it would be a miracle if he looked happy!
Old Master Su maintained his beaming demeanor.
This old man Jiang was surely cursing eighteen generations of his ancestors in his heart.
Let him curse.
It wasn't like he was going to lose a layer of skin over it.
In any case, whenever Little Xuan was with them, he had to be present to prevent them from poaching Little Xuan away.
After all, he lacked that blood connection with Little Xuan.
He certainly didn't want to see any other old man getting so cozy with the boy.
"Xuan'er, have a seat." When Grandpa Jiang turned to Lin Xuan, his expression instantly shifted back to one of amiable kindness.
"Alright." Lin Xuan nodded.
Since he would be administering acupuncture to Grandpa Jiang shortly, he simply sat down right next to him.
"Old Man Su, it's early in the morning. Instead of resting properly at home, why did you follow Xuan'er over to the Jiang house?" Grandpa Jiang said this through gritted teeth.
This Old Man Su loved to oppose him at every turn. He seriously suspected that the old man had tagged along on purpose to stop him from acknowledging Little Xuan as family.
"I was bored stiff all alone at home," Old Master Su replied. "So when Little Xuan was coming to the Jiangs', he just brought me along for the ride."
"Little Xuan is so filial. To have him treat me like his own biological grandfather... I don't know how many lifetimes of good karma it took to deserve this blessing." Old Master Su's voice dripped with smugness.
He glanced at Grandpa Jiang and said pointedly, "Of course, those who don't have filial grandsons couldn't possibly understand how I feel."
While Little Xuan and the Jiang family hadn't yet officially recognized each other, he had to gloat in front of this old man Jiang while he still could.
Otherwise, once they reunited, he wouldn't have the chance to gloat anymore.
Instead, he'd have to compete with this old geezer Jiang for Little Xuan's favor...
Just thinking about that made Old Master Su feel unwell.
He secretly swore in his heart that he would delay Little Xuan's reunion with old man Jiang for as long as possible—the later, the better!
Grandpa Jiang glared at Old Master Su.
This Old Man Su was actually gloating right in front of him!
That smug look on his face really rubbed him the wrong way.
No!
He had to find a way to acknowledge Little Xuan as soon as possible.
Then he'd like to see how Old Man Su could possibly gloat in front of him.
"Old Jiang," Lin Xuan asked in a business-like tone, "have you been taking the medicine I prepared for you on time?"
"Yes, he has," Jiang Yutong nodded and said. "Mr. Lin, rest assured, I have the servants brew the medicine every day and supervise Grandpa drinking it."
Speaking of which, Grandpa had always resisted taking medicine.
Yet this week, whenever it was time, Grandpa would actually ask if the medicine was ready. It made her question if this was really her grandfather.
"Mhm."
Lin Xuan nodded, took Grandpa Jiang's arm, and began to check his pulse.
This time, Jiang Yutong and Jiang Manting didn't look as nervous.
Lately, Grandpa's complexion had been rosy, so they felt his health must be fine.
"Recovery is going well." Keeping his hand on Grandpa Jiang's pulse, Lin Xuan nodded. "Better than I imagined."
Grandpa Jiang said, "Xuan'er, I've been listening to you. I obediently take my medicine, eat, sleep, and exercise. My body is definitely fine."
Lin Xuan praised him again, "Not bad, Old Jiang. If you keep this up, your body should recover very quickly."
"You got it." Grandpa Jiang nodded with a big smile.
The feeling of being praised by his own grandson was truly wonderful.
Old Master Su curled his lip.
Getting so happy over a single compliment—how pathetic.
Lin Xuan released Grandpa Jiang's wrist and spoke up, "I'll perform acupuncture on you in a moment. As for the medicine, stick to the previous prescription, but you don't need to take it twice a day anymore. Once a day is enough."
Grandpa Jiang's face twisted into a mask of agony.
He still had to take that medicine for a while longer.
That medicine was bitterly deadly and had a strange smell; it was truly hard to swallow. If it hadn't been his own grandson telling him to drink it, he definitely would have secretly poured it out.
Lin Xuan continued, "Next time I come for acupuncture, if your recovery is going well, I'll switch your medication."
"Good, good, good. I will definitely take good care of my health," Grandpa Jiang nodded.
He had to strive to get his body in shape so he could get off that medicine sooner.
After Lin Xuan finished the acupuncture, he put the needles away.
Grandpa Jiang glanced at the butler. Understanding the signal, the butler immediately had a servant bring out a computer.
This computer was much larger than others on the market.
"Little Xuan, this computer was just developed abroad. The materials used are quite special, and there are only ten of them in the world. I brought it specifically for you."
"This computer is very advanced with many functions. You young people love playing games, and I can guarantee that for gaming, this computer is even better than those top-tier desktops," Grandpa Jiang said.
"You've worked hard treating me during this time. Consider this computer a token of my appreciation for your efforts. Xuan'er, this is a gesture from my heart, you cannot refuse." Grandpa Jiang's voice carried a tone that brooked no refusal.
Jiang Yutong's mouth fell slightly open.
Grandpa rarely mentioned Little Xuan usually. She thought he was indifferent about whether Little Xuan returned or not. Turns out, Grandpa was quietly making big moves.
He even managed to get his hands on such a hard-to-get computer.
"This computer isn't bad."
Old Master Su took the computer over. "I happen to need a computer for gaming. Old Man Jiang, just give this one to me."
Grandpa Jiang glared at Old Master Su. "You're at your age and you still play online games?"
"I do, why wouldn't I?" Old Master Su said with a laugh. "I love playing games. Old Man Jiang, you should play more games that young people play. Don't be such an old fossil."
Old Master Su didn't like playing games before. But ever since he helped Lin Xuan curse people out online and learned how to surf the web, he had started playing a few of the more popular games on the market.
Don't let his age fool you; when he played, he won more than he lost.
Lin Xuan nodded and said, "Old Jiang, if you don't mind, could I give this computer to Grandpa Su?"
Grandpa Jiang looked as if he had swallowed a fly.
The computer he had painstakingly acquired was actually going to benefit Old Man Su.
Yet he couldn't refuse, or Little Xuan would definitely think he was being stingy.
Grandpa Jiang took a deep breath, trying hard to keep his voice steady.
He couldn't scare the child, Xuan'er. It wouldn't do to leave Xuan'er with the impression that he was temperamental.
"Xuan'er, I've already given this computer to you. Naturally, you can give it to whomever you wish." Grandpa Jiang looked incredibly amiable.
"Alright, thank you then, Old Jiang."
Lin Xuan looked at Old Master Su. "Grandpa Su, you can take this computer back with you."

nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!