The pinnacle of the martial arts world

Chapter 81

Everyone who hears this instruction will inevitably ask this question, but no one can answer it, because everyone follows the teachings and no one has ever touched the immortal.

But today, Yang Luoxue can answer: "—I will die."

Touching it will kill you.

It decays little by little, slowly, in the manner of an immortal's decline.

“I became like this not because of Xiaoyan. Although Xiaoyan also has this disease, she wouldn’t infect me.” Yang Luoxue’s voice echoed softly in the corridor. “It’s because I touched him here last year.”

Then you'd better hurry up and choose the next Medicine King...

So that's what "immortal" meant. It's a pity he didn't understand at the time.

As the passageway came to an end, a soft white light appeared before our eyes.

"This disciple brings the next Medicine King to pay homage to you, Immortal."

Du Zixin, growing impatient waiting outside, finally saw someone come out after a long while and immediately shouted, "What exactly do you want?"

Walking in front was Yang Luoxue, who squinted slightly, unable to bear the outside light. He could no longer see Du Zixin's face clearly, but that shout was enough to identify him; there weren't many people in Medicine King Valley who dared to yell at him.

Du Zixin froze after shouting that. Was the person in front of him Yang Luoxue? He was wrapped in a black cloak from head to toe, even his most prized long hair was covered, leaving only his face exposed. His face was extremely pale, almost translucent.

"Luoxue, what exactly do you want?" Du Zixin couldn't help but ask again. The same question, but before it was a reprimand, this time it was an inquiry. Something must have happened to make Yang Luoxue act so strangely.

Yang Luoxue didn't say anything, but walked into the house. Du Zixin followed her, "I don't know what happened to you, but I can't let you cause any more trouble! What about Baili Wushuang? Don't you know that you've ruined his sword aura?"

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Yang Luoxue stopped in her tracks, suddenly turned around, and asked, "What?"

Du Zixin then told him about Baili Wushuang's situation, trying to find clues on his face as he spoke, but he kept his head down and remained silent for a long time. After Du Zixin finished speaking, he stood there for a while, then slowly turned around and left.

Du Zixin sighed and grabbed Zhan Yuan, "What has he been up to all this time?"

Zhan Yuan said, "That time when the divine doctor went out, I met him on the road. He was lying unconscious by the roadside and recuperated for a few days. On his way back, he met a confidant of the Tang Clan patriarch, who asked him to go to the capital to treat the emperor."

“I know that! You mentioned it in your last letter,” Du Zixin said. He added that the letter hadn’t mentioned that Yang Luoxue’s patient this time was the current emperor, but that wasn’t what he was concerned about. “I’m asking what’s wrong with him?”

Zhan Yuan raised his head, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "I'm sick."

"What illness? Haven't the aftereffects of the acupuncture treatment subsided yet?"

Zhan Yuan remained silent.

Du Zixin knew that Zhan Yuan felt guilty about Yang Luoxue's health, so he didn't press the matter, thinking that everyone had just returned and he could ask her properly tomorrow. However, the next day, Yang Luoxue was no longer in Medicine King Valley. Fortunately, the disciples at the gate were observant and discovered that their senior brother was heading towards Suoding City. Upon learning this, Du Zixin breathed a sigh of relief.

“The fact that you know to go find someone means the situation isn’t too bad yet,” Du Zixin wrote in a letter to his wife.

However, He Yuanbi replied that Yang Luoxue had not even arrived in the city.

In other words, Yang Luoxue has disappeared again. Worse than last time, this time he's all alone; last time at least Zhan Yuan was with him.

Du Zixin interrogated Zhan Yuan relentlessly, but Zhan Yuan remained unmoved by either soft or hard approaches. He focused on treating patients and taking their pulses every day, dedicating himself to improving his medical skills. He even began practicing acupuncture and moxibustion. He only uttered one sentence: "I think the divine doctor will come back again, so you don't need to worry."

Du Zixin was stunned. "What do you mean by that?"

Zhan Yuan fell silent.

No matter how Du Zixin asked him, it was useless, because he knew that he absolutely could not say anything until the Divine Doctor Yang revealed it. And of course, he couldn't say anything about things he didn't know.

He didn't know that the divine doctor would only stay in the valley for a day before leaving.

I wonder where the miracle doctor went.

All he knew was that the divine physician's final instruction to him was to guard Medicine King Valley.

So he decided to stay in Medicine King Valley.

A thousand miles away from Medicine King Valley lies Gejiadian. It's a small town with a small population, situated along the official road from Chenzhou to Suzhou.

For half a month in a row, the weather was sunny and dusty. When this man walked along the road and arrived in the town, he was covered in dust. His black cloak was of good quality, but unfortunately, black is the most susceptible to dust. He was covered in dust from head to toe, and the sun was blazing down on him. He walked into a teahouse at the entrance of the town.

The owner was an elderly man in his sixties. In addition to serving tea, he also gave us a few bright red plums, saying, "These are from my own garden. Please have a taste."

"Thank you, sir."

The guest said.

The boss waved with a smile, but a startled cry came from behind the house: "Baby, baby!"

The shop owner's expression changed, and he hurriedly went inside. After a while, the sound of a baby crying came from inside. Only then did the shop owner come out, but the smile on his face was gone.

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The guest asked, "What's wrong with the child?"

“Alas, what a tragedy. Since you are from out of town, I’m not afraid to tell you. This child was born posthumously. He didn’t cry when he was born, and he often faints in his sleep, lying there as if he’s half dead. My daughter’s in-laws all say he’s a monster. They have nowhere to live, so I had to bring them here. We’ve seen countless doctors, and they all say it’s a congenital illness that’s incurable.”

"Bring it out so I can see it."

The shopkeeper was both surprised and delighted, "Sir, you can cure illnesses?"

"I am a doctor." The guest's voice was very calm, but pleasant to the ear.

The child was quickly held in someone's arms. The breath that had just been knocked back had returned, and the two dark eyes were now bright and alert. The customer took the child's pulse and said, "It's alright, I'll prescribe a medicine for you."

The child's mother, however, was somewhat skeptical. In such hot weather, the doctor was covered from head to toe in a cloak, and his face was very pale. He looked like a patient himself, and he was so young. Could his prescription really work?