Chad Grant clearly knew how things would unfold in the future, so he naturally understood that his father simply didn’t have enough time to cultivate before Gordon Grant had already taken the position of patriarch of the Gu family, and in the end, even lost his life saving him.

“In this lifetime, I must make sure Father becomes the patriarch of the Gu family. I must let him step onto the true path of immortality, extend his life, soar through the skies and burrow through the earth, and become a mighty cultivator with boundless magical power.”

Chad Grant made up his mind—he would never let his father suffer the same tragic fate as in his previous life.

“Dad... it’s just my chest that hurts,” Chad Grant said. He had been struck in the chest by Ian Grant’s Rock Palm, injuring his internal organs. All the pain throughout his body stemmed from that single blow to his chest.

“Don’t be afraid, let me massage it for you. Clear Blood Powder is the Gu family’s sacred medicine for healing injuries—you’ll be better in no time.”

Colin Grant set the Clear Blood Powder aside and unbuttoned Chad Grant’s shirt, revealing a blood-red palm print clearly imprinted on Chad Grant’s not-so-strong chest.

“That little bastard Ian Grant really hit hard.” Although it wasn’t the first time he’d seen Chad Grant’s wounds, Colin Grant still furrowed his brows, pain flashing in his eyes.

“Luckily, your grandfather gave me this Clear Blood Powder.” Picking up the powder, Colin Grant finally showed a hint of relief on his face as he gently applied it to the bright red palm print on Chad Grant’s chest. “With this sacred healing medicine, you’ll recover in at most half a month. Otherwise, even if you survived this time, you’d be left with hidden injuries for life. If that happened, I’d have to kill that little bastard Ian Grant myself.”

Sacred healing medicine? Chad Grant found it amusing. Indeed, in a cultivation family like the Gu family, Clear Blood Powder was considered a sacred medicine for injuries. But in the eyes of Chad Grant, a master alchemist, it was little more than trash.

In his previous life, when Chad Grant was still at the Xutian Sect, he had already gained some fame by learning alchemy from Harvey Young. Later, after obtaining the Ding Tian Art, his strength soared, and he acquired countless spiritual flowers and rare herbs. In the field of alchemy, he had long since surpassed his master Harvey Young. Something as basic as Clear Blood Powder was nothing in the eyes of a grandmaster like him.

After Colin Grant had applied nearly half a bottle of Clear Blood Powder to Chad Grant’s chest, he finally put the bottle away and said, “Let’s finish applying this today. Once your body has absorbed the medicine, I’ll help you apply the rest in three days.”

“Thank you, Dad. I feel much better now.” Chad Grant gave a heartfelt smile. It had been hundreds of years since anyone had helped him apply medicine—these were his warmest memories.

“Chen’er, look what I have here…” Colin Grant smiled happily, took out a wooden box from his robe, and opened it to reveal two medicinal herbs inside.

“Ice Dream Grass, Royal Blood Grass…” Chad Grant exclaimed in delight as he looked at the two herbs.

Although Chad Grant already knew from memory that his father would give him these two spiritual herbs, the joy on his face was genuine.

“Fifty-year-old Ice Dream Grass and eighty-year-old Royal Blood Grass will greatly help your recovery.” Colin Grant handed the wooden box to Chad Grant.

Looking at the two spiritual herbs, Chad Grant was momentarily stunned. Suddenly, he recalled a healing elixir—Ice Dream Grass and Royal Blood Grass were two of its main ingredients. It was a very low-level elixir, and if he hadn’t seen these two herbs, he might not have remembered it.

“Dad, when I was unconscious, I had a dream. In the dream, an old immortal with white hair and a white beard said he was fated to meet me and wanted to take me as his disciple. He told me to take a few kinds of spiritual herbs, saying they could quickly heal my injuries.”

The old immortal with white hair and beard was actually himself. When Chad Grant obtained the supreme cultivation art in his previous life, he relied on the Life Extension Pill to live past a hundred, his hair already white. Even after reaching the Life Spring Realm and extending his lifespan, he always kept the appearance of white hair and beard.

As a ten-year-old boy, not to mention alchemy, Chad Grant barely recognized any of the various spiritual herbs and rare flowers used in alchemy. If he suddenly claimed to know alchemy, Colin Grant would never believe him. Moreover, alchemists held a very special status in the cultivation world—if discovered, powerful factions would either invite or forcefully recruit them.

An ordinary man is innocent, but harboring a treasure is a crime. Without great strength, being an alchemist was extremely dangerous. For his father’s safety, Chad Grant naturally wouldn’t tell him the truth—the more people who knew, the greater the risk.

So, Chad Grant told his father a lie.

Chad Grant’s rebirth was simply too unbelievable. After living for 500 years, he died and returned to the age of ten. Such a thing was far too strange. Chad Grant kept it as his own secret. Since he had decided to change the fate of the past 500 years by his own strength, he certainly wouldn’t tell his father about the tragic fate of his previous life and add to his worries.

Moreover, Chad Grant had too many things he needed to reveal, so he had no choice but to invent a godlike master. A mighty cultivator who could enter someone’s dreams would at least have to be at the Life Spring Realm, Soul Possession stage. Such a cultivator was a legendary existence for a cultivation family like the Gu family. By inventing such a powerful master, Chad Grant would always have a reasonable explanation for any miraculous things he displayed in the future.