Volume One, Chapter 27: Falsifying Medical Records

Murong Yunyi took the medical book, his slender fingers gently stroking the cover, his gaze obscure and unreadable.

“This book records all manner of strange poisons and their antidotes,” he paused, his tone cold as ice, “including the very one that afflicts me.”

“We’re just passing through,” Leng Yi said, his eyes already sweeping over the village chief’s room. It was simple—aside from a table bearing three ancient Buddha statues and the meditation cushion before it, there was not a single other piece of furniture.

Wang Kai’s expression was grave. The might of a pill cultivator—it was his first time witnessing it in his life. Though there were alchemists even in the mortal province, most did not practice martial arts; they could only refine pills.

As Yin Rong’s words faded, the Yin Servant stepped forward, blocking Yin Rong, and in that instant, the golden sword in Leng Yi’s hand erupted in dazzling light.

Li Yunfeng shook his head. The world’s internal laws would repair themselves—nothing would help, not even the Celestial Tree.

A few minutes later, those people reappeared before the crowd, now smiling brightly, happiness radiating from them as they joined hands.

Lang Fei did not ask why Old Cui also left behind the monkey wine, for it was clear enough—Old Cui was a lover of fine drink. How could he bear to part with good wine? So, Lang Fei simply decided to sell it outright.

They could not fathom why Jue Kong acted so—had he lost his nerve at the last moment and decided not to make a move?

Three days later, Wang Hao was fully recovered. He stretched lazily, intending to take a stroll, only to find Wu Yazi already waiting outside.

Yet all of them were only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage—not to be compared with his father’s peak Soul Transformation. Naturally, they were helpless to resist.

Shaohua had already received the red envelope, but to her surprise, there was also a gift. She quickly waved her hands, “Mother, that’s not necessary.” As she spoke, she turned to Yan Kaizhi for help, only to see him shrug, unwilling to intervene.

“Don’t move!” A sudden shout rang out behind us. We turned to see a swarm of male teachers and a dozen or so security guards rushing in through the wire fence. The last security guard in even remembered to lock the door behind him.

I couldn’t help but admire Gu Lie’s strength and decisiveness. In such a short time, he had already resolved to attempt the mission, even at the risk of unforeseen consequences.

Once the two groups had gathered, Vivienne hurried back to the Purple Roc Family’s lord’s mansion to catch up on her sleep.

“Mama, why is it that little sister can see Daddy, but I can’t go?” Dora’s concern was not when Chu Xinran would return, but why she herself was not allowed to go as well.

At that moment, the scene made my nose sting with emotion. I dragged Lu Bei and Bai Yu out of the reception hall.

“Married?! What… what does that mean?!” Qi Shaocheng hadn’t processed it yet. What did her marriage have to do with Judgment City? Surely they weren’t attacking Mokong City just because they hadn’t sent a wedding gift?

Feigning frailty, I bared my teeth in a weak smile, letting my second uncle pull me up and help me sit on the bed.

Looking toward the door, I saw Lu Bei in a white casual outfit. His presence in this atmosphere was rather jarring.

I rose quietly, opened the door softly, and turned my head—Hua Mujin was already standing in the corridor, gazing toward the heart of the city.

As the sky above shimmered with tremors, countless attacks of every element rained down like fireworks upon the Snow Bandit troops below.

I was startled; my body, which had relaxed, tensed instantly. I sprang from the ground, gripping the holy spear, alert to every change around me.

The realm the other side was charging toward—the Yang God boundary—translates to, for a cultivator, the very first step from the mundane to immortality: the Human Immortal stage.