Chapter 659: Chapter 659: Dad, I’m Not Dead Yet Chapter 659: Chapter 659: Dad, I’m Not Dead Yet The questioner’s guess was simple–the Immortal Teacher might be a real “Immortal.”
Of course, this guess was mocked by the netizens who were eating melons, yet many agreed.
[To be honest, I really think that Immortal Teacher isn’t quite normal. If she really is an individual rather than a team, then ‘genius’ wouldn’t suffice to describe her. I’ve checked her age; she’s eighteen. Even if she’d started from the age of zero and worked twenty-four hours a day without eating, drinking, or sleeping, she still wouldn’t have had enough time to master so many specialities.]
[I strongly suspect she has stolen Emperor Qin Shihuang’s elixir of life and lived for over two thousand years, which is why she knows everything.]
There were also suspicions that Bai Chuwei was transformed from a Fairy.
In tens of thousands of comments, one anonymous reply read, “She’s a two-thousand-year-old turtle demon.”
But within less than two minutes, that reply was changed to “The great ancestress is so beautiful.”
Bai Chuwei scrolled through the online speculations with interest. With a hint of frustration, she sighed, “These descendants of mine, can you not guess more boldly? Use your imagination!”
Guessing that she’s lived for over two thousand years?
Alas, she wasn’t that young–the great ancestress was already over five thousand years old.
Of course, these were just guesses, and not many netizens truly believed them.
Bai Chuwei checked the online news. The recent undersea earthquake had triggered a tsunami, causing the deaths of thousands in A Country and leaving countless homes and buildings in ruins, with devastating losses.
In their area, too, more than a dozen headstrong individuals had been swept away and drowned by the tsunami, with one man and one woman reported missing.
Without a doubt, Bai Chuwei knew precisely who the missing man and woman were. Get full chapters from novel⚑fire.net
Bai Chuwei’s slender fingers gently touched her chin, a glint of light flashing in her eyes as she suddenly sent a WeChat message to Duan Xingye.
[Your great ancestress: Duan Xingye, your dad is looking for Xu Xingchen, go with him.]
[Xingye Liaoyuan: ???]
Duan Xingye had not been doing well these past few days, often distracted in class. The thought of his once good brother possibly dead without a body to be found left him feeling bitter.
He couldn’t help but wonder, if he were in such peril, would his dad look for him the same way, or just give up?
After considering Bai Chuwei’s message for a while, Duan Xingye requested leave from school and accompanied Duan Xiuhao.
Duan Xiuhao persisted with the idea that they must see a body alive or dead, and hired a search and rescue team to look for the missing persons frantically.
But the ocean was vast and boundless, and with the tsunami waves reaching several tens of meters, who knew where the bodies had been swept off to? Moreover, any corpses floating at sea could very well be consumed.
After searching along the coast for four or five days, they found nothing.
Duan Xiuhao completely despaired, certain that the bodies would never be found…
Duan Xingye felt no ripples in his heart, too apathetic to even feign sympathy for this so-called father of his. That’s what he thought, but his face showed none of it. He supported Duan Xiuhao to the parent’s apartment at Imperial University, ready to arrange a room for him.
Sitting on a bench under a tree, Duan Xiuhao watched Duan Xingye running back and forth and felt a sudden complexity in his mood.
If nothing unexpected happened, Xingchen was dead, and he might only have Duan Xingye as a son in the future. He remembered what Feihan had said.
When Duan Xingye came out, Duan Xiuhao suddenly spoke up, “Xingye, Dad might only have you as a son now, I’ll be relying on you in the future.”
Number four was right, when doting on sons one shouldn’t favor one over another. Duan Xiuhao added, “Xingye, I’ve heard you’ve wanted a supercar for a long time, right? Dad will buy you one after some time.”
Duan Xingye wore a strange expression. Before he could respond, a voice came from behind him, neither cold nor warm, “Dad, I’m not dead yet.”