In the room, Li Mo finished packing his luggage, stretched lazily, and opened the window.
The river breeze blew gently, and opposite him was Qingyuan Mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist. The buildings on it were faintly visible, like a silent giant overlooking the city below.
"The view from up there must be even better."
Li Mo murmured to himself.
Having crossed into this world, how could he be content with being an ordinary person?
But given his current situation, he feared he wouldn't get as far as Wang Hu in the Initiation Ceremony.
With the form of a tiger and leopard, and superior bone structure, Wang Hu was considered the most talented among his peers.
New disciples were divided into outer sect disciples and even true disciples based on their talents, following a system of elimination from the bottom.
Clearly, having a good starting point meant stronger destinies encountered, and higher returns on investment.
Not to mention, if he were assigned to the outer sect, he would definitely not see Ying Bing.
"By the way, Dad mentioned there's a familiar doctor in the city with excellent medical skills."
Li Mo turned around and said softly, "Why don't we go check it out today?"
At the tea table.
"No need."
Ying Bing sipped her hot tea and shook her head.
Li Mo said helplessly, "A visit might help alleviate the symptoms."
Ying Bing remained silent, raising her eyes from the teacup. The steam couldn't hide the depth in her gaze.
She looked at Li Mo, as if trying to discern something from his face.
"Since Dad gave me the money, I should at least report back to him. The Sanyang Medical Hall isn't far, just a couple of streets away."
Li Mo deliberately furrowed his brow.
Sanyang Medical Hall?
Ying Bing took a gentle sip of tea, seemingly mulling over the words.
After a moment of contemplation, she nodded: "Alright."
***
By evening.
Ziyang Prefecture City was brightly lit, with flower boats and lanterns near the riverbank. The wide streets were filled with nobles in fine attire and obvious outsiders.
The Qingyuan Sect's triennial disciple recruitment made the city even more bustling than usual.
Among the hustle and bustle, Jinhwan Street was the liveliest, selling items like medicinal herbs, weapons, and horses, all used by martial artists.
Sanyang Medical Hall.
"Please pass on a message."
Li Mo took out a handwritten note from his father.
The Medicine Boy's expression changed upon seeing the recipient.
"Please wait a moment, our hall master is out on a house call, it might take a while."
"Thank you."
Li Mo and Ying Bing sat in the hall waiting.
After a short while.
Footsteps echoed in the hall.
A middle-aged man walked in, travel-worn, his hemp robe full of patches.
His features were lean, with a long beard reaching his chest, and his eyes were particularly bright.
"Master!" The Medicine Boy handed over the unopened letter.
The middle-aged man skimmed through it, a smile appearing on his face: "Dalong, that kid, still remembers this old man."
Ying Bing's brow twitched slightly.
Li Mo sensed something was off.
This man seemed about the same age as his father, yet spoke with such an air of antiquity?
The Medicine Boy proudly said, "Master is ninety-six this year."
"Ninety-six?"
Li Mo's mouth fell open.
It's said that studying medicine ages you, but how does someone grow younger with it?
Could it be some kind of cultivation or health-preserving technique?
This world truly defies common sense.
"Just a minor skill, nothing much."
"Your father mentioned the patient is this young lady, come forward."
The middle-aged man in a hemp robe gestured.
When Ying Bing sat across from him, he flicked a golden thread, wrapping it around her slender, fair finger.
Li Mo watched with interest.
Seeing his concern, the Medicine Boy reassured, "Rest assured, under the heavens, there are very few ailments my master cannot cure."
The middle-aged man's lips curled slightly, clearly pleased with the statement.
But.
The next second, he let out a soft exclamation, his brow furrowing.
Buzz—
The golden thread trembled.
A trace of frost appeared, rapidly spreading from Ying Bing's fingertip along the thread.
Snap—
The middle-aged man recoiled as if shocked, breaking the thread.
He exhaled with lingering fear:
"How domineering!"
"How is it?"
Li Mo took a deep breath and asked.
The middle-aged man's brow furrowed deeply, almost forming a character.
He pondered for a while, then shook his head:
"Inconceivable, inconceivable, by all rights, you shouldn't be alive today."
In his eighty years of practice, he'd seen countless rare diseases.
But for someone's Yin cold to be so domineering was unheard of!
"Young lady, you must have been diagnosed with a terminal pulse before?"
"Yes."
Ying Bing nodded.
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"I can only speculate that this might not be a terminal pulse, but a special physique. As for what exactly, I need to consult ancient texts.
If it's not an illness, there's no way to treat it, only prescribe some medicine to alleviate the pain."
Ying Bing was momentarily surprised, then returned to calm.
To see this far, the other party's medical skills were indeed notable in Ziyang Prefecture.
Including herself, it was only later when she went to the Central Divine Continent and found the answer in a long-standing hidden sect.
The Lunar Phoenix Physique.
In that ancient text, ten legendary physiques were recorded, named the Ten Forbidden Physiques by the author.
Among them, nine, including the Lunar Phoenix Physique, had vanished, existing only in legend and speculation.
The only one with concrete evidence was the True Dragon Physique of the Realm possessed by the Martial Emperor of Great Yu, capable of suppressing the nation and bearing the fate of the realm.
"This is a Pure Yang Pill I refined, it should be effective, two hundred taels of silver."
The middle-aged man took out a porcelain bottle.
"That's not too expensive." Li Mo nodded, preparing to pay.
However, the middle-aged man slowly raised a finger:
"One pill."
Li Mo: "....."
Could you not pause so dramatically when you speak?
The Medicine Boy wiped his mouth and said repeatedly, "It's already a bargain, if Master didn't feel embarrassed today, he wouldn't have....."
"Hmm?"
The middle-aged man's glare silenced the Medicine Boy.
"Not expensive, not expensive! I'll take a hundred pills, thank you."
Li Mo, like a magician, slapped a stack of silver notes on the table, along with a few gold ingots.
Medicine Boy: "!"
Middle-aged Man: "?"
Ying Bing raised her eyebrows.
The medical hall fell silent.
The thick stack of silver notes, roughly estimated, amounted to over ten thousand taels, and the gold ingots were even more valuable. Though gold was rarely circulated in the market, it had a market price.
If exchanged for silver, it would far exceed the market price!
All together, it was worth at least twenty thousand taels.
Enough to buy a grand mansion in the prime real estate of Ziyang Prefecture City.
"I have some private savings."
Li Mo smiled sheepishly, "Is it enough?"
"A hundred pills, are you buying wholesale, planning to eat them like meals?"
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"Just one bottle, twelve pills."
The middle-aged man's mouth twitched, pushing the bottle forward.
"That works too."
Li Mo reluctantly nodded.
He bowed and left with Ying Bing.
Watching their figures disappear into the night, the middle-aged man stroked his chin, puzzled:
"Weren't these two supposed to have a strained relationship? Why are they so afraid of spending too little?"
He picked up the frosted golden thread, deep in thought.
If it truly was some kind of physique....
The potential of this child would be unimaginable!
"Master, a message from the sect."
The Medicine Boy returned with a hawk, removing the bamboo tube it carried and feeding it jerky.
The letter was addressed:
[To Elder Xue Jing.]
After reading the letter, he smacked his lips and glanced at the backyard:
"Let's return to the sect, bring the pill furnace."
"Yes."
The Medicine Boy, carved like jade, nodded, running to the backyard and exerting force.
The Dragon-Tiger Copper Cauldron, as tall as two people, spun and was hoisted onto his small shoulders.
***
On the other side.
The bustling night market was winding down, with fewer pedestrians, leaving only the flickering street lamps.
As the market's lively atmosphere faded, the starry sky above began to shimmer.
"What a pity. I heard Ziyang Prefecture's night market has many snacks, next time we should come earlier."
Holding two skewers of Ziyang Prefecture's specialty Willow Leaf Grilled Fish, he took a bite, savoring the deliciousness without any fishy taste, even the bones were crispy.
"Want a taste?"
Li Mo turned back to offer the fish.
Ying Bing looked straight ahead, watching the boy with oil-stained lips, a sense of doubt rising in her heart.
Reborn, she thought everything would unfold as expected.
But he seemed to be the exception.
"Why?"
Ying Bing asked for the first time.
Li Mo, in a good mood, grinned:"If hard doesn't work, go soft. What if you're a softie, moved and throw yourself into my arms?"
The atmosphere turned awkward.
Ying Bing, not hearing a satisfactory answer, remained calm, clearly treating his joke as mere noise.
Indeed, you can't expect an ice block to have a sense of humor....
"Alright, alright.
In the past, you suffered a lot from me, consider this compensation or an investment.
It's just over two thousand taels, once I join the Qingyuan Sect, it'll be small change."
Li Mo waved his hand, looking wealthy.
Whether he's strong or not is another matter, but being poor is impossible.
Ying Bing frowned slightly.
Where did his confidence come from?
In the previous life, Li Mo only barely entered the outer sect, with rather average talent.
Yet the boy seemed unaware, fantasizing about shining brightly in a few days.....
Whoosh—
The night wind blew, the lamp shadows swayed, casting the youthful face in alternating light and shadow.
Ying Bing suddenly paused.
In her dusty memories, a distant and unfamiliar figure appeared.
It was her, once, under countless watchful eyes, bowing to a Qingyuan Sect elder, swearing to open her meridians within half a year.
Where did she get that confidence back then?
"I owe you this favor."
The pleasant voice just fell.
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"Changed mindset?"
Li Mo was puzzled, he hadn't said anything special.
The Daughter of Destiny truly is exceptional, able to gain insight from this.
Special feedback.......a critical reward.....
It all pointed to a big reward!
"Want some grilled fish? It's really tasty."
"No."
"Uh, sure?"
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