Chapter 31: Could It Be That You Are an Immortal?

Chapter 31: Could You Be an Immortal?

For as long as he could remember, the beautiful women Chen Ping'an had encountered were all unmarried. This was his first time meeting a beautiful matron who brought a child along.

Could this Poison Dragon Prince be my son?

Chen Ping'an glanced at the Poison Dragon Prince, who was standing in the distance breathing heavily, and felt a twinge of unease.

No, that's not right. This man called me "Benefactor," not "Husband."

Chen Ping'an pinched his thigh, and his wandering mind returned to its normal state. He pressed his hands forward in a gesture of restraint and said, "Madam, please, rise."

Even though the woman had a child, in the eyes of a man like him, who had lived for over ten thousand years, she was still just a young girl.

The green ethereal figure stood up and looked at Chen Ping'an with excitement. "Benefactor, my true form lies within the Abyss of Deathly Poison. Would you be willing to honor me with your presence so we may speak?"

The Abyss of Deathly Poison?

Chen Ping'an's expression shifted slightly. It was one of the four forbidden zones of the wilderness. Countless cultivators had perished there over the years. He had not expected that the woman before him was the master of that forbidden zone.

The beautiful woman in the multicolored dress standing to the side also began to breathe rapidly. Beyond her shock, a sense of relief washed over her. The background of the Poison Dragon Prince was far too powerful; he was someone she could never hope to contend with.

"If it weren't for Chong-ge's arrival, the Poison Dragon Prince would have likely had his mother help him capture me before long..." She sighed inwardly, looking at Chen Ping'an’s profile with growing agitation.

"So, you are the master of the Abyss of Deathly Poison..." Chen Ping'an chuckled.

"You flatter me, Benefactor. My meager strength is nothing before you," the green ethereal figure replied with a humble smile.

Seeing the sincerity in her smile, devoid of any pretense, Chen Ping'an felt at ease. It seemed she definitely knew him, even if he couldn't recall her. If he went to the Abyss of Deathly Poison, he might be able to uncover this secret.

"Very well, I shall pay you a visit." Chen Ping'an smiled and accepted her request.

The green ethereal figure led the way, with Chen Ping'an following close behind. The beauty in the multicolored dress hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and followed as well. Although the mistress of the forbidden zone didn't seem to have any ill intentions toward Chong-ge for now, who knew what might happen once they entered the Abyss of Deathly Poison? Even though her strength was lacking, she could still contribute a little bit.

At a critical moment, if she were to exhaust her life force to unleash her innate supernatural ability, she might be able to create a sliver of an escape opportunity for him.

Seeing the beauty in the multicolored dress move, the Poison Dragon Prince followed behind.

"So, we are family after all..." the Poison Dragon Prince whispered, his expression losing its earlier lecherous quality.

"Who is family with you?" the woman in the multicolored dress glared at him, speaking sharply.

The Poison Dragon Prince gave a sheepish smile and dared not say anything more. After all, his mother's benefactor was right in front of them; he didn't dare say anything reckless, lest he be punished.

After a short while, the four arrived above the Abyss of Deathly Poison. The green ethereal figure waved her hand, and all the green mist instantly dissipated. Chen Ping'an nodded slightly. He wondered how many cultivators had been poisoned by these vapors.

The four descended to the bottom of the abyss and entered an ancient hall. A ripple appeared in the void. It unfolded layer by layer like a lotus, and a woman in green robes stepped out, while the ethereal image vanished.

The woman in green robes first bowed deeply to Chen Ping'an, then looked at the Poison Dragon Prince and instructed, "Son, wait outside with her. I have things to discuss with the Benefactor alone."

"Yes, Mother," the Poison Dragon Prince replied immediately.

Chen Ping'an followed the woman in green robes into the spatial entrance and into a small, secret chamber.

"A portrait of me?" Upon seeing the ancient painting on the wall, Chen Ping'an touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. What kind of good deed had he done to be remembered so fondly?

"Benefactor, I never imagined that after three thousand years, I would see you again!" The woman in green was overcome with emotion and knelt down once more.

"Please, stand up." Chen Ping'an helped her up. The woman was veiled, so he couldn't see her face and couldn't recognize her.

"Did I save you three thousand years ago?" Chen Ping'an asked curiously.

With crystalline tears in her eyes, the woman took a deep breath and said softly, "Benefactor, three thousand years ago, by the banks of the Lancang River in the Canglan Continent, do you remember saving a small green snake?"

"You were that little snake?" Chen Ping'an tapped his forehead, a look of sudden realization dawning on him.

Three thousand years ago, just after he had been resurrected by the Lancang River, he had encountered an old fisherman with a bamboo basket tied to his waist. Inside the basket were a few fish and a small green snake. At the time, the little snake had looked at him with watery eyes, and feeling a sense of pity, Chen Ping'an had spent ten copper coins to buy the snake from the fisherman and set it free.

Chen Ping'an had never dreamed that this little green snake would turn out to be a divine dragon.

"My luck..." Chen Ping'an was speechless. He caught a butterfly, and it turned out to be a Spirit Butterfly; he saved a little snake, and it was a powerful divine dragon.

"Benefactor, you finally remember." The woman in green beamed, trembling with excitement.

Chen Ping'an raised an eyebrow and asked in a deep voice, "The Canglan Continent is so far from the wilderness; why did you come to this place?"

"Benefactor, that fisherman was a powerhouse from the Hall of Immortality. After you set me free, he warned me never to appear in the Canglan Continent again. With nowhere else to go, I came to the wilderness and settled here in the Abyss of Deathly Poison," the woman in green sighed. Tears still glistened in her eyes; the memory of those past events stirred deep emotions within her.

"The Hall of Immortality?" Chen Ping'an froze. The name sounded so familiar. If he recalled correctly, he had once joined an organization by that name. Back then, several people who claimed to be the lucky survivors of the "Immortal Coffins"—mortals like him who possessed the power of immortality—had found him and proposed founding the Hall of Immortality. He had agreed, even taking on the title of Deputy Hall Master.

That matter had been a fleeting episode. He had never seen those six people again; after all, in his view, if they died, reuniting would be an extremely difficult task.

"Benefactor, I was originally going to be captured by that powerhouse from the Hall of Immortality to be used for alchemy, but after you appeared, he was extremely respectful toward you and traded me to you quite readily," the woman in green said slowly.

At this moment, her autumn-water-like eyes were filled with confusion. Three thousand years had passed, and yet her benefactor was still alive. It was truly inconceivable. Her benefactor’s cultivation was currently at the peak of the tenth level of the Divine Void Realm; with such a cultivation level, one should only be able to live for a few hundred years.

Just then, a startling realization flashed through her mind.

"Benefactor... could you be an immortal?" she asked, her voice trembling.