Corpse Recovery Diver

"It's nothing, Little Yuan was just speaking off the cuff. You focus on resting and recovering slowly. No need to rush; even if your brain gets damaged by the poison, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the team doesn't count on your brains."

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Li Zhiyuan walked up to the coffin where Tan Wenbin was lying.

The Seven Star Soul Revival Lamp on the coffin lid, its flame much gentler than in the morning, indicated that Tan Wenbin's recovery was progressing effectively and steadily.

Li Zhiyuan sat on the small bench in front of the coffin, with a fire basin placed in front of him, which had a layer of ash accumulated in it.

Picking up a stack of Netherworld banknotes nearby, Li Zhiyuan flicked his wrist, causing the notes to spread and ignite spontaneously.

The moment he threw them into the fire basin, the flames from the seven candles on the coffin lid shot up, becoming thicker and higher.

Li Zhiyuan picked up another stack of Netherworld banknotes, hesitated for a moment, and only took half before throwing it into the fire basin.

The flames rose, resembling the blue flames from the fast burner used by chefs at rural banquets.

After the Netherworld banknotes in the fire basin finished burning, Li Zhiyuan clapped his hands.

Even considering the relationship between Tan Wenbin and himself and his current ability, this was as far as he could afford to burn. Continuing to burn paper offerings would lead to problems.

He got up, headed to the basement, opened the rusty door, and grabbed the rope behind the door, pulling it down gently.

"Clack!"

The darkness remained.

Pulled a few more times consecutively, still no change.

The light bulb had been replaced before, but he hadn't been to the basement for too long; the long period of disuse had caused the "new" bulb to fail as well.

Too lazy to go back and find a flashlight.

Li Zhiyuan stood at the door and snapped his fingers.

"Snap!"

His body separated from him through Walking Yin, the palm of his right hand open, a cluster of Karmic Fire rising.

He raised it upwards, the Karmic Fire turning into a fireball, floating up to provide illumination.

Li Zhiyuan walked around in search of the books he needed.

Grandmaster's basement had a rich collection of books. In the past, when he browsed, it was often with a utilitarian pursuit.

Those books about conserving and nourishing health, he thought he wasn't at the right age, so he hadn't looked at them.

Now, he's still not at the right age, but his companions can't wait any longer.

Even though he had once had the ability to memorize two things at the same time without forgetting, he still encountered situations where he regretted not having enough books at hand.

Li Zhiyuan decided to find some health books to read.

In this way, not only can he help them adjust their bodies in daily life, but he can also provide some guidance on a macro level.

In fact, in terms of value, these health books are not inferior to others, even faintly surpassing them.

The value of these things depends on the audience.

Ordinary people are busy with small sums of money for a living, making "take care" and "maintain your health" a blessing.

And those with great wealth, who naturally understand the value of cherishing life, even more eagerly desire to prolong life and achieve that elusive immortality.

They are willing to spend a great price to obtain these "treasured health books" from Grandmaster's basement.

After selecting the books, Li Zhiyuan snapped his fingers again.

"Snap!"

The boy standing at the basement door opened his eyes, then walked into the darkness in front of him, opened several boxes in succession, and quickly took out the books he had previously selected.

Then, carrying a stack of books taller than himself, he walked out of the basement and up the stairs.

Li Sanjiang was lying on a deck chair on the terrace, smoking in frustration, with the radio turned off.

Grandmaster was not in a good mood, and not just because he didn't receive the deserved payment after all the hard work.

People, when they see dirty and disgusting things, often feel physically uncomfortable.

"Little Yuanhou, let Grandmaster help you carry them."

"Okay, Grandmaster."

Even though Li Zhiyuan could carry them, he accepted Grandmaster's help.

After putting the books on the desk in the room, Grandmaster came out again and sat back in the deck chair.

Alii wasn't in the room; the door to the east room was closed, so she was likely taking a bath.

Li Zhiyuan chose a book called "Heavenly Dao Nourishing Technique," a health-preserving book from the Heavenly Dao, aiming to integrate with nature, ultimately seeking ascension.

The first half was useful, while the latter half could be ignored.

Li Zhiyuan didn't believe in ascending to immortality, much less in immortality itself.

He already lost his childhood, and he didn't want to lose his old age as well.

With the book in hand, he sat down beside Grandmaster.

Grandmaster wasn't in a good mood and needed some company.

The grandfather and grandson sat together, and naturally, the conversation started flowing.

Grandmaster's various old sayings and sighs followed:

"When there's a stepmother, there's a stepfather."

"Nowadays, with more only children, try not to find partners with siblings."

"Family is family, but family members are also people; don't idealize them too much."

"The money you earn should be in your own hands. Once you give it away, no matter to whom, it's hard to get it back."

"A man should conduct himself like a man. It's acceptable to be crude, but not cowardly."

Li Zhiyuan listened while reading, agreeing at the right moments.

Old sayings can be extreme, often making sweeping generalizations. After all, everything always has exceptions.

However, from a different perspective, any maxim meant to summarize a truth cannot avoid extremism and absoluteness.

But as life experience builds, one often finds the truth in old sayings. It may not necessarily be correct, but it can provide a safety net for an ordinary person's life.

As for the non-ordinary people, they can navigate worldly affairs more comfortably. Whether they listen or not has long been irrelevant, but in this world, there are still more ordinary people who think they're special.

Li Sanjiang was most dissatisfied with Wu Youhou, the eldest son, while he had no particular grudge against Luo Jinhua and Wu Changshun, as he had encountered many people like them.