I’m really immortal Chapter 90

Liu Chang’an was the poorest person Zhu Juntang knew, with clothes and shoes that added up to less than a hundred bucks.

Poverty, illness, and war are the three things humans least want to encounter in life.

Zhu Juntang didn’t intend to be sentimental about the gap between people, but she was curious about Liu Chang’an’s choices. He had refused her advances and was still living a poor life. She wanted to understand his way of thinking and life goals, so she could provide him with the right conditions and tempt him to her side.

Isn’t everything in life a transaction? Some transactions are valuable, while others are only good for eating bitterness and suffering.

Liu Chang’an ignored Zhu Juntang’s gaze, who was as indifferent as Iron拐Li, the legendary immortal.

“You’re an immortal who doesn’t age, so shouldn’t you have some antique items? Like, a bowl that some famous historical figure used?” Zhu Juntang said, reminiscent of a Korean drama she saw, where the male lead, a long-lived alien, was heartbroken when the female lead broke his antique tableware.

Liu Chang’an couldn’t help but laugh. “That drama must be hilarious.”

“This drama is funny, but what’s so funny about what I just described?” Zhu Juntang was puzzled.

“If I were really an immortal, or a guest of the Qin Emperor, I wouldn’t need to be a king to be rich. I’d have countless treasures, and after a few hundred years, these people would all turn to dust. I’d be curious about the utensils they left behind, but why would I need these antiques to show off my status?” Liu Chang’an looked at Zhu Juntang, perplexed. “Isn’t that ridiculous? Some people take pride in these things, but I don’t understand why. When you go to a museum, you see all sorts of ancient artifacts, which are indeed exquisite. But can’t modern craftsmanship replicate and surpass them? Why do I need these antiques to prove my status?”

“There’s another point: many ancient artifacts contain toxic substances that are harmful to human health, like heavy metals. Using them for cooking would affect the taste, don’t you understand?”

Zhu Juntang thought for a moment, and Liu Chang’an’s words made sense. But why do people always have to be so nitpicky about these things? When talking, don’t people always find ways to counter each other’s arguments?

“I’m just giving an example! You don’t need to use antiques, but you’re still very poor. How can an immortal like you be so poor?” Zhu Juntang was even more convinced that Liu Chang’an was telling the truth, that he had supernatural abilities, and his immortality wasn’t just a myth.

“What’s the big deal about being poor?” Liu Chang’an flipped through his book, nonchalant. “I told you before, that night on the rooftop, I was just joking around with you.”

Zhu Juntang eyed Liu Chang’an suspiciously, unsure whether to believe his words or her own analysis.

“You don’t admit to being an immortal with supernatural abilities, but at least tell me, how did you appear on my rooftop that night?” Zhu Juntang was still curious about this. “I didn’t check the surveillance footage back then to avoid drawing attention, but recently, when my mom came to Junsha, I checked again, and there’s no record of you on the cameras.”

Liu Chang’an thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, “Maybe you were just dreaming?”

“I wouldn’t dream about someone I’ve never met before! That was before I even knew you, who would dream about a stranger?” Elegant Zhu Juntang couldn’t take his serious yet foolish response.

“That makes sense.”

“You…”

Zhu Juntang was furious. Liu Chang’an was the most infuriating person she’d ever met, but also the most polite. He didn’t take her seriously, and she was about to lose her patience. “Liu Chang’an, do you believe I’ll bite you? If you’re really immortal, maybe eating you would make me immortal too, like eating Tang monk meat!”

“Where’s the bite mark? I’ll go wash my face and add some soy sauce, vinegar, and oil to make it taste better for you.”

Zhu Juntang, of course, wasn’t going to bite him, and he was like a stone in a latrine – useless and stinky.

“I’ll tell you one last thing…” Zhu Juntang thought for a moment, calming down. She wanted to be a noble and dignified person, like the Four Generals of the Warring States period, who treated others with kindness and respect. “My mom came to Junsha, and then Zhao Wuqiang reported everything she knew about you to my mom. My mom is as smart as I am, but she doesn’t know your secrets, so she’s looking for your grandfather… actually, it’s you, but she thinks you’re a mysterious old man.”

“Why don’t you tell your mom?” Liu Chang’an asked curiously.

“Everyone has secrets they can’t reveal. You don’t need to ask me so many questions. In short, my mom isn’t as lovely and kind-hearted as I am. She’s a very ruthless person, and if you can’t keep secrets, even if my grandmother could help you… you’d be in big trouble.”

“Got it.”

“Didn’t you feel moved? I’m being very open and sincere with you.”

“No.”

Zhu Juntang was indeed frustrated with Liu Chang’an, but she hadn’t given up. One day, he would be moved, and all that’s needed is patience, just like grinding a beam into a needle. Since the gods have made her such a beautiful and transcendent immortal, they would surely give her more happiness and achievements.

“Last question,” Zhu Juntang smiled mischievously. “You really don’t plan to marry Qin Yanan?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any prejudices against young, beautiful widows?” Zhu Juntang asked expectantly.

Liu Chang’an, of course, didn’t have any biases, but Zhu Juntang’s gaze made him feel that refusing to talk to her anymore was the right thing to do.

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