Grandpa Liu cut off his leg, and father asked me to bury it.

I glanced hastily at the severed leg. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel like the cut surface of Grandpa Liu's severed limb seems to be moldy. The flesh inside, which should be pink, has turned pale. Upon closer inspection, it seems to have spiderweb-like things inside.

I endured the disgust and quietly buried it under the loquat tree in the yard, thinking that after a hundred years, when Grandpa Liu is unearthed, he will ascend to the immortal mountain with his intact body.

After settling Grandpa Liu, father gestured to me and said not to go to the immortal mountain.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head.

"Father, the Taoist boy didn't consult with me but directly said he would take me to the immortal mountain. Whether to go or not, I'm afraid it's not up to us. Besides, going to the immortal mountain may not be a bad thing. Maybe I can become an immortal myself."

A deep sorrow appeared on father's wrinkled face. He sighed heavily, wiped his eyes, soaked some dried mushrooms, and made a pot of chicken and mushroom soup for me and Grandpa Liu.

But these mushrooms were not given by the Taoist boy, and the taste was far inferior.

The mushrooms on the immortal mountain have an exceptionally delicious taste. I had eaten them a few times when I was young, but for some reason, father stopped giving them to me and started selling them to wealthy people in the village.

At first, I complained that father was stingy and didn't give me the mushrooms from the immortal mountain, but then I realized that I would soon be going to the immortal mountain myself, so I no longer cared about missing out on the mushrooms.