CHAPTER 19:Give You Sixty Years of Life!

Change the world—a single thought blooms.

At this moment, atop Pingding Mountain—

Countless relatives and friends of the Shen family stood frozen, their eyes locked on Shen Lian and Shen Man, standing amid a sea of blossoms.

"God... A miracle! This is a miracle!" an old man in a Chinese tunic said, his beard trembling.

The next instant, a roar of astonishment swept through the hall.

"With a single order, thousands of flowers bloom! How is this any different from the methods of immortals?"

"Peach blossoms blooming for thousands of miles, dyeing the border red! These means are too shocking!"

"God! What did I just see?"

"Is this person a fairy god?"

"Peach blossoms only bloom in March, but this power has altered the season. It's unimaginable!"

"That's not all! Did you notice the ancient peach tree that had long since withered? It bloomed again. That... that's resurrection!"

Trembling voices filled the air.

From that moment on, whenever eyes turned toward Shen Lian, they no longer held doubt—only awe.

"What a beautiful view..."

Shen Man gazed at the sea of peach blossoms stretching to the horizon. She felt completely enraptured.

Even if she were to die this very moment, it would be worth it.

But Shen Lian only smiled and said:

"Xiao Man, don't worry. This is just the first gift."

As his words fell, he raised his hand and gently stroked Shen Man's head.

A gentle, boundless energy poured into her body.

"The second gift—I give you sixty years of life."

Boom—

A tremor surged through Shen Man's body.

Her hunched figure slowly straightened.

"This is..."

She widened her eyes in disbelief.

An indescribable power surged through her Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Her worn organs were awakening.

Vitality bloomed within her body again.

"Look at Old Lady Shen!" someone shouted.

Swish, swish—

Countless eyes turned from the flowers to Shen Man.

They watched as the elderly Shen Man began to transform before their eyes.

Her loose and dulled skin grew firm and radiant, glowing with youthful brilliance.

Age spots faded.

The wrinkles near her eyes smoothed as if erased by an unseen hand.

Her body straightened inch by inch.

The strands of gray hair began to turn black from the tips downward.

Eighty years old.

Sixty.

Forty.

...

...

Thirty.

It was as if Shen Man was walking backward through time, growing younger with every breath.

She passed through the stages of elderly, middle-aged, youth, and then—

Juvenile.

Finally, she stopped at twenty years old.

Lowering her head, she stared blankly at her smooth white arms. Her hand brushed her hair, then moved to her face.

A beat later, tears welled in her eyes, falling like a broken string of pearls.

She had come back.

Everything had returned.

She was in her twenties again—

Returned to the prime of her life.

Feeling the boundless vitality within, the lightness of her body, Shen Man could no longer hold back her tears.

But these were not tears of grief.

They were tears of joy.

In the face of birth, aging, sickness, and death, whether royalty or beauty, none can escape the cycle of dust to dust.

But to grant sixty more years of life to someone on the brink of death—that is a second chance.

And in the face of such a miracle, who wouldn't cry with joy?

Otherwise, there would be no immortals caressing the crown, granting long life.

In the crowd of the Shen family, silence fell like a blanket.

Everyone stared blankly at Shen Lian and Shen Man.

As if time had stopped.

Ten heartbeats passed.

"Reverse life and death!"

"Bestow sixty years of life!"

"Return to youth! Break free from the shackles of aging and mortality!"

Eyes reddened, emotions surged.

An elderly tycoon from the wealth list knelt down before Shen Lian and said, trembling:

"I am willing to trade my entire fortune for just ten more years of life! Please, grant it!"

"Immortal master, I offer my wealth, my career, everything, just to live another three years!"

"Please save my father! He's running out of time. If you're willing, I will serve you loyally forever!"

The crowd lost all decorum, falling to their knees and crawling toward Shen Lian, clutching desperately at the hem of his robes.

They were billionaires, governors, and powerful figures—yet they looked upon Shen Lian with pleading eyes, like drowning souls grasping at driftwood.

At that moment, glory, wealth, rank—none of it mattered.

But ten meters from Shen Lian, an invisible force held them at bay.

No one could get closer.

Shen Lian didn't even look at them. He smiled faintly.

"Xiao Man, now comes your brother's third gift."

He raised five fingers and grasped the void.

"The third gift—I give the Shen family a hundred years of fortune. For the next century, every member of the Shen family shall rise like dragons."