Song Qingshi didnât like owing money very much, and he liked owing life-saving money even less. He tried very hard to explain to the man he suspected to be Song Jinchengâs elders, to get him to understand that he was very trustworthy and that he definitely wasnât a shameless person who would run off on his medical expenses. Whether it was refining pills or going to secret realms, whether it was taking on part-time jobs or setting up a vendorâs stall on the streets, he was going to earn the money and pay back his debt!
He wasnât good with words. Stumbling, he tried to convey his meaning for a long timeâŚ
Yue Xianshengâs aura became even more dejected. His unhappiness could be felt even through the mask.
Song Qingshi grew even more panicked. High-grade spirit stone was a very expensive currency. If ordinary Foundation Building cultivators didnât have special skills or was the recipient of unexpected luck, a few dozen a year was the absolute best they could hope for. Song Jincheng was the son of a wealthy family who didnât understand worldly affairs, thatâs why he could just take out a precious pill worth eight hundred spirit stones. Now his elder has come knocking on his door, what should he do if he takes him for some swindler?
He remembered that there were no legal restrictions in the immortal realm. There was no way to argue if he decided to beat a swindler to death.
âDonât panic.â Although Song Jincheng was afraid of the Martial Great-uncle to the point that his knees went weak, but when he saw Song Qingshi so nervous and panicked, he still, attesting to his loyal character, spoke up for his patient, âThe Medicine Kingâs Valley wonât kill anyone just because they canât afford the treatment. And that pill was mine, so no one would care about your medical fees. Martial Great-uncle didnât come here for you. He came here to catch meâŚâ
Yue Xiansheng finally turned his head and threw a look at the slacker. âExplain.â
âI met this little brother at Mt. Min. It was raining and he was seriously injured.â Song Jincheng knew that he couldnât escape punishment. He tried to avoid the important and dwell on the trivial, displaying his benevolent heart and skillful execution, to get his punishment to be lightened and allow him to keep his hair. âI diagnosed his injury accurately, took out the treasured Eight Treasure Heart Pill, and saved his life. Because his injury was too serious, it wasnât convenient for me to return to the Medicine Kingâs Valley⌠I stayed here to take care of him. Martial Great-uncle, I was just depressed because I failed the exam. So, I went out for a walk and then I encountered an injured patient for whom long-distance movement was inconvenient. I wasnât playing truant!â
After failing the exam, you go out for a âwalkâ with all your luggage and savings? Youâve been gone for so many days but you still havenât sent a back a message? Are you taking your elders for fools?
Leniency is for the honest, and severe punishment is for those who refuse to acknowledge their crimes. Lying will aggravate your punishment.
Since hearing the words âlittle brotherâ, Yue Xianshengâs aura had become even more overcast, with a fury that was on the verge of exploding.
Song Jincheng was at a loss and continued to struggle. âMartial Great-uncle, I was wrong.â
Song Qingshi looked at him struggling to survive, and felt that he was in for a miserable future. Taking pity on him, he tried to divert the subject, âJincheng, this isâŚâ
Song Jincheng finally realized that he hadnât introduced the Martial Great-uncle. He quickly introduced Yue Xiansheng. Leaving aside his strange hobby of raising mice, he praised him as much as possible. He praised his venerable age, his virtues and merits, his kind and loving nature; introduced him as the elder revered by everyone in the Medicine Kingâs Valley. He hoped that Martial Great-uncle would look upon his praises and give this junior a breakâŚ
Whether they were modern medical professors or pharmacist big-shots in the immortal realm, they were all beings as high as mountains.
The more Song Qingshi listened, the more respect he had for him and he assumed the bearing of a junior looking up to his elder.
Yue Xiansheng couldnât bear it, and reprimanded Song Jincheng, âShut up!â
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Yue Xiansheng found out that Song Qingshi wanted to get out of bed to salute him. He couldnât pay any more attention to the idiot and hurriedly strode forward. He firmly supported his body, putting a stop to the messy movements. He took a deep breath, and said softly, âThere is no need for formalities. Let me take a look at your injuries for you.â
Song Qingshi found that his voice was gorgeous. When it was gentle, it had an attractive quality that was indescribable. It tickled peopleâs hearts. He felt like he had heard it before somewhere, but after thinking about it for a long time, he simply couldnât remember.
Seeing him dazed, Yue Xiansheng smiled. Acting on his own initiative, he use his mental probe to do a physical examination.
Although he had been mentally prepared, seeing Song Qingshiâs dantian empty, his Nascent Soul missing, his bones broken in many parts of his body, and the large and small wounds too many to be counted⌠the heartache was still so overwhelming that he couldnât control himself. He wanted to find Heavenly Law and the system, these pieces of garbage, so that he could tear them to pieces.
The only fortunate things was that Song Qingshiâs body was still the same, whether it was his aptitude or the two fires in the body. In the future, he can use various methods to pile up his cultivation base for him.
Song Qingshiâs medical skills were perfect, but he lacked the medicinal materials. He will recover relatively slowly, and he would have to suffer for many daysâŚ
Yue Xiansheng took out a small porcelain bottle from his mustard seed bag. He poured out a pill and put it into Song Qingshiâs mouth. Song Qingshi was caught off guard, the tip of his tongue slid across the otherâs fingertips. By the time he noticed something was wrong, it was too late to refuse. The medicine melted between his lips and tongue, and went down his throat. This was a Ten Revolution Golden Marrow Pill, the best treatment for trauma. It speeds up the rate at which wounds heal. As long as there is breath, it can bring a man back from the brink.
Although he could refine this kind of spirit pill, it needed the core of a Golden Crow Beast as an ingredient. This kind of spirit beast was rare. It had a ferocious temperament, and was extremely difficult to hunt down. Moreover, the refining technique was very cumbersome and took many days.
At an auction, the core of a Golden Crow Beast could fetch more than ten thousand spiritual stones, right? The price of the auxiliary materials were about a few thousand spirit stones? Add to that, the labor costs⌠So, he swallowed 20,000 spirit stones in one bite to treat wounds that could slowly heal after staying in bed for a few days?
His physical injuries began to heal, proving that this Ten Revolution Golden Marrow Pill was the genuine article.
Song Qingshi realized that his debt had increased to more than 20,000, and he became even more muddled from fright. He pulled the corner of Yue Xianshengâs clothes and didnât know what to say. Suddenly, he had so much debt. He probably couldnât pay it off even if he sold himself. Stumblingly, he said, âIâm really poor now. Itâll take me time to earn the spirt stones slowlyâŚâ
The Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pill, the Quintessence of All Souls, and many many other medicines, which of them werenât more valuable than this little pill?
Back then, when he paid all those for him, did he ever hesitate?
âThereâs no need to be scared. These are all yours.â Yue Xiansheng looked at Song Qingshiâs panicky appearance and wanted to laugh but couldnât. His heart was full of bitterness. This person once had everything, but he gave everything to him. He didnât leave a single cent⌠He concealed the sadness in his eyes, and said softly, âWhatever you want, I will give it all to you.â
Give it to you a hundred times over, a thousand times over, ten thousand times over.
âYouâre so kind to me, do we know each other?â Song Qingshi felt a familiar aura once again. He thought that this person must be the one who gave him pocket money. Then he thought about his discussions with Song Jincheng these past few days. He felt that this person wasnât his father, nor did he seem like a relative. Consequently, he boldly speculated, âAre you my godfather?â
Yue Xiansheng: â???â
Song Jincheng turned pale from fright. âMartial Great-uncle, is he your godson?â
He had just taken a peek from the side and felt that something was fishy. The Martial Great-uncle was the taciturn sort, he has never been gentle with others. Now, he was being considerate to this boy in every possible way. It was obvious that the relationship between the two was strange. Add to that the random giving of money and medicineâŚCould it be that the Martial Great-uncle came here not to catch him, but to find his godson who was in trouble?
He saved the Martial Great-uncleâs godson. He would surely deal with this offender leniently, right? Heâll be able to keep his hair, right?
Song Jincheng felt like he could get through this!
Yue Xiansheng once again turned his head and directed a cold look at him. He quickly located the source of the problem. It made him want to kill this fool even more. However, right now, Song Qingshiâs cultivation base was only at Foundation Building. There was no way he would be able to control the Medicine Kingâs Valley, which has become a behemoth. If they rashly declared that the Medicine Kingâs closed door cultivation had concluded, it would bring unnecessary danger and trouble. It was best to wait for him to return to Nascent Soul before returning the Medicine Kingâs Valley to him.
He also didnât want Song Qingshi to think about things related to Yue Wuhuan anymore, so he needed to find a different reason to give him things and gifts, including spirit stones, medicinal materials, magic weaponsâŚincluding the Inextinguishable Peak and himself.
Godfather, this somewhat stimulating address, was something he only wanted to be called when they were playing while doing happy things. He had absolutely no wish to become some sort of messy elderâŚ
Fortunately, this was just one of his incarnations, which could be discarded at any time.
After itâs served its purpose, heâll find an opportunity to dispose of itâŚ
Mr. Yue thought and thought, but still felt very uncomfortable. It wasnât good to lecture this waste in front of Song Qingshi. So he put on his black gloves and walked over. He grabbed Song Jincheng by his collar, opened the window and threw him out, ordering, âGo to the East Market Pharmacy and buy two catties each of tiger bones, Pellet Grass, and Green Spider Pills! Go to the West Market Rune Shop and buy three Fire Talismans! Go to Min Shan and get five catties of Monarchâs Heart Spring water! Then Go to the Nameless Lake to pick four Double Lotus stamens! Now, get lost!â
Song Jincheng was thrown out without rhyme or reason. His head and face were covered with dust, and his whole body was in pain. He heard the Martial Great-uncleâs instructions and seeing that it was no longer early, he hurried crawled up and rushed to find the items as fast as he could, lest he act too slow and get his punishment added to.
With the noisy guy gone, the surroundings finally became quiet.
Yue Xiansheng looked at Song Qingshiâs eyes filled with admiration, and once again felt a tightness in his chest he hadnât had in thousands of years. He quickly thought and explained, âThere is no need to stand on ceremony. You and I are old friends, not elders.â
Song Qingshi was perplexed, âA cross-generational friendship?â
âA deeper friendship,â Yue Xiansheng sighed. He felt that this relationship was better than that messy one before and so, he didnât deny it anymore. He then asked, âQingshi, do you have problems with your memory?â
Song Qingshi hurriedly climbed the stepladder. âI seem to have forgotten a lot of things, including the fact that we know each other. Can you tell me?â
âIâm sorry, Iâve been in closed door cultivation in the Medicine Kingâs Valley for many years. Iâm not sure what happened to you. You have just taken the Ten Revolution Golden Marrow Pill. When the medicine takes effect, you might feel in poor spirits. It is best to sleep for now.â Yue Xiansheng smiled regretfully and lighted some Sweet Dream Incense. He asked casually, âBy the way, can you tell me what you have forgotten?â
Sweet Dream Incense was harmless to the body and good for calming the nerves. Song Qingshi felt that some other formulation must have been added to the Sweet Dream Incense that Yue Xiansheng took out, it made his mind a little unclear and drowsy. Dazed, he told him the conclusion of his analysis these past few days, hiding the matter about his transmigration and the system.
He said a lot and talked for a long time. In the end, he didnât know what even it was that he said.
In a daze, he heard Yue Xiansheng talking in his ear. His voice was very soft, as if coming from a dream, âDo you have a new mission?â
Song Qingshi told the truth like he was being hypnotized, âYes.â
It seemed like he asked afterwards what mission it was. But he himself didnât understand what the mission was, so he carefully thought about the answer for a long timeâŚ
In the end, he had no time to answer before he completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing him asleep, Yue Xiansheng took off the silver mask, revealing his beautiful face. He then approached slowly, and gently stroked that face he had yearned for day and night. He wanted to embrace him against his bosom but was afraid of hurting him. He wasnât willing to use any medicine or method that would be harmful to his health, so he could only try to worm out some truths using a drowsy-type hypnosis.
Although Song Qingshi was unwilling to disclose the details, it was enoughâŚ
This was the answer he expected.
Yue Xiansheng opened his clothes gently to check his injuries. However, he found a familiar love bite on his chest that had yet to completely disappear⌠It was easy to leave traces on Song Qingshiâs body in the middle of matters. He couldnât help but deliberately use force to brand him with marks that would disappear only after a few days.
Now, the position of this faint, yet to fade love bite was exactly the same as the one he had placed the night before he left.
He hadnât gone to do missions to save anyone else. He hadnât fallen in love with anyone else.
He wasnât tormented with three thousand years of thinking. After disappearing, he soon returned to this worldâŚ
A drop of water fell on the faint love bite.
He couldnât tell if it was from happiness or pain.
He had been waiting for too long, so long that he didnât know how to express this complicated and profound feeling.
âI hate you.â He lowered his head, kissed these long longed-for lips, licked the sweet taste, and repeated over and over, âI hate you, I hate youâŚâ
He raised his head, his face was already covered with tears.
âBut, youâve come back. I forgive you everything.â