"You'll support me …?"
An Mingchuan's heart suddenly trembled as he stared blankly at An Lin.
Soon, he came to his senses and shook his head.
"No, I already told you, I don't need you to sing to earn money. Go finish university first."
An Lin said firmly, "That's not what I meant. I don't have any plans to earn money from singing.
"What I meant was, I already have enough money to support you."
Saying this, An Lin pulled out a bank card from his pocket. "There's over three hundred and fifty million RMB in this card. Spend as much as you want, we don't lack money!"
An Mingchuan was dumbfounded once again.
He stared at the card for a long time before saying hesitantly, "Little Lin, don't joke around at a time like this …"
An Lin shook his head with a serious expression. "I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, Dad, let's go check the ATM right now."
An Mingchuan looked at An Lin and could tell from his expression that An Lin wasn't lying to him.
Moments later, An Mingchuan spoke again with a serious expression.
"Little Lin, tell me the truth, where did you get the money?
"Did you win the lottery, or did you win it with some amazing gambling skills?"
An Lin's chest tightened upon hearing this. "Don't mention gambling, we're still good father and son …"
An Mingchuan smiled awkwardly. He really didn't understand how he could earn over three hundred million RMB in less than a year.
Even if he could earn money from singing, hadn't An Lin just debuted? Where did he get the money from?
An Lin knew what An Mingchuan was confused about, so he didn't hide anything. "Dad, I'll tell you the truth, I'm actually cultivating right now! I can have as many of these worldly possessions as I want. "
An Mingchuan blinked. "What did you say?"
"I said … I'm actually cultivating right now."
"Like the immortals in the TV shows, understand?"
An Lin repeated.
"Oh, I get it!" An Mingchuan was enlightened. "You're saying you're acting in a TV show? You're acting as an immortal cultivating?"
An Lin: "…"
He knew that his dad wouldn't believe him if he didn't do something.
"Dad, watch my performance!"
Hearing this, An Mingchuan looked toward An Lin.
An Lin made a hand seal, and the spicy noodles in the bowl trembled as if they were being pulled.
Then, the noodles flew up like a living loach and flew into his mouth.
The noodles and broth were continuously sent into his mouth, and all he had to do was to move his mouth and chew …
An Mingchuan's mouth gaped open in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
He had never imagined that eating noodles could be done in such a way!
After eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, An Lin smiled at An Mingchuan. "How is it?"
"Amazing, what kind of magic is this!?"
An Mingchuan was full of admiration. He had never seen such a realistic magic trick.
The corner of An Lin's mouth twitched. Suddenly, lightning flashed in his hand, and a lightning snake crackled.
An Mingchuan was once again rooted to the spot at the sight of the lightning revolving around An Lin's fingertip.
Then, Razer pounced on the table.
"Boom!"
The table was charred black by this bolt of lightning.
An Mingchuan touched the dining table with his hand, and the dining table fell to the ground like black sand.
The two bowls of noodles fell to the ground, but they didn't shatter as expected. Instead, they floated eerily in the air.
An Lin waved a hand.
The two bowls of noodles flew onto the kitchen table.
Then, An Lin snapped his fingers.
A ball of flames appeared and burned the blueprints on An Mingchuan's desk.
An Lin waved his hand.
A blade of wind shot out from his hand and sliced the television in half.
…
…
Just like that, one immortal spell after another was unleashed by An Lin.
An Mingchuan's worldview was severely impacted, and his deep-rooted beliefs finally began to crumble.
He believed it. He truly believed that his son was an immortal!
An Lin was about to use immortal spells to blow up the entire house, how could he not believe it?!
An Lin heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his father had finally accepted the fact that he was a cultivator.
He really did have the urge to use his Mountain Quaking Fist to destroy this house.
After that, An Lin began to recount his experiences in detail.
He told his father about how he met immortals, his studies at the Celestial Court's Xiuxian United University, as well as his mission to the mortal world.
An Mingchuan didn't think that his son would have experienced so many things in just a year. He was extremely shocked.
Seeing that the time was ripe, An Lin spoke again, "Dad, let's cultivate. I'll show you off and fly!"
Cultivate?
If An Mingchuan had heard this before, he would definitely have thought that it was a fantasy.
But at this moment, his thoughts had undergone an earth-shattering change.
Because immortals really existed. How could he give up on a chance to become a true immortal!?
"But my age is no longer suitable for cultivation," An Mingchuan said hesitantly.
"You're indeed too old. You'll be much slower …"
However, An Lin's expression was extremely resolute as he continued to speak.
"But I told you, I'll take care of you from now on.
"So what if I'm old? Pills, spirit stones, and cultivation methods can all make up for this.
"Dad, please believe me. One day, I'll definitely take you to the heavens!"
An Mingchuan looked at the face that was no longer immature, and something stirred in his heart.
Finally, a relieved smile appeared on his face. "Little Lin, Dad believes in you!"
…
…
After An Lin's father agreed to cultivate, they began to repay all the money they had borrowed.
Apart from that, they also gave the people who borrowed the money quite a bit of extra compensation.
After all, a friend who was willing to lend a helping hand during a time of crisis was definitely worth it.
The next day, An Lin called Huang Shanshan.
Between the cultivation sects of the mortal world and the national cultivation department, he chose the national cultivation department.
This was because the cultivation sects of the mortal world were almost completely independent of the Celestial Court and had very little contact with them. On the other hand, the national special operations department had direct contact with the Celestial Court.
An Lin was a member of the Celestial Court, so it would be safer for his father to go to the national cultivation department.
"Hello, An Lin, have you found your father?" Huang Shanshan's slightly exhausted voice sounded from the other side of the phone.
"Yes, thank you. I've found him now. It's like this, I want my father to go to your cultivation department to cultivate. Is that okay? "An Lin asked with a concerned expression.
Most cultivation departments had professional teachers, but for a student as old as his father, there would definitely be quite a lot of obstacles. He might even have to ask the teachers for their opinion.
To his surprise, Huang Shanshan's reply was very straightforward. "No problem. When do you plan to come? I'll send someone to pick up your father."
An Lin was happy to hear that. "Tomorrow then. My father and I will wait for you in Shan City."
"Okay, I'll contact you then." Huang Shanshan's reply was as straightforward as ever.
Just as An Lin was about to hang up, her voice sounded again. "Wait!"
"Yes, what's wrong?" An Lin was a little confused.
"I suddenly thought of something. If it's ordinary cultivation training, it's free for your father to come here. But other than that, there are other levels of training, "Huang Shanshan said.
"There's such a thing? Tell me about it." An Lin didn't expect that there were different levels of training at their place.
Huang Shanshan said, "The first type of training is for beginner-level members. Our department's elite lecturers will personally teach you and provide you with all kinds of elixirs and top-notch cultivation techniques. The combat members of our special operations department receive this kind of training. Because it consumes a lot of resources, you'll need to pay an additional 100 spirit stones a year.
"The second type of training is for advanced members. Our department's highest-ranking teacher will personally teach you. He's also my master. During the training period, our department will provide you with the best elixirs and top-notch cultivation techniques. It consumes a lot of resources, so you'll need to pay an additional 1,000 spirit stones a year. "
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…
A moment of silence.
An Lin: "That's it?"
Huang Shanshan was taken aback. "That's it? What else do you want?"
An Lin: "Don't you have the kind that costs 10,000 spirit stones a year? Do you have the Golden Supreme Super VIP Guide?"
Huang Shanshan: "…"
"No, piss off!"
An Lin: "Oh … Then I'll have the advanced member guide."
A helpless murmur sounded from the other side of the phone.
"Sigh … It's only 1,000 spirit stones a year. Can it teach my father well?"
Huang Shanshan almost burst into tears when she heard this.
What the f * ck? Is 1,000 spirit stones a small amount?!
Can't we just talk nicely? This is so hurtful!
Speaking of which, how much money does An Lin have? Is he a nouveau riche in the cultivation world?
Is An Lin looking at me like I'm a beggar?!
Huang Shanshan felt more and more like a poor c * nt. The more she thought about it, the more disappointed she became. She didn't even have the mood to complain anymore.
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Huang Shanshan felt that if she continued talking to An Lin, her Dao heart would be affected.
"Hmm, okay. I'll give you 1,200 Spirit Stones a year."
"I'll give you the extra 200 spirit stones as a tip. I hope you can take care of my father."
…
After hanging up, Huang Shanshan looked up at the sky and sniffled.
What's with this feeling of joy and sorrow?
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