Gathering I

A plate of grayish-white Brain Flower, still slightly steaming, sits quietly on the table, its aroma wafting and swirling in the breeze.

"Eat up. This is today's portion." Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged inside the Human Immortal Cave, his eyes slightly closed, looking at the White Scale God statue placed opposite him.

The statue trembled slightly, then remained still.

"This is all we have now. If you're not going to eat it, just take it away," Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

After a moment of silence, a thin Silver Thread slowly flew out of the statue's single eye and slowly burrowed into its Brain Flower.

"That's just how the environment is. If you can't adapt, you'll suffer." Zhang Rongfang sighed. "Think about it, compared to when you were sleeping underground all the time, now you have food to eat every day. Isn't that much better?"

White Scale God: "."

She felt that something was wrong with her, and that what the other person said was also a bit wrong, but she didn't know how to refute it.

As the Brain Flower slowly lost its luster, a trace of pity flashed in Zhang Rongfang's eyes.

"Don't worry, there's more to come, and we can bring out fresh food anytime."

Sure enough, after five days of testing, it turned out that White Scale God had eaten too much pig brain and his brain had become a bit dull.

She used to be able to refute these arguments with reason and evidence, but as the days have gone by, she has become noticeably less sharp.

This gave Zhang Rongfang a new understanding of the existence of Gods and Buddhas.

After White Scale God had eaten two servings of Brain Flower, he had the waiter take them away before resuming today's topic.

Every day after eating, they would chat about secrets that interested him, which gradually became a tacit little secret between them.

"Today I want to know, what exactly is the purpose of this Doubtful Cloud Mist? Why does this thing even exist?"

"Doubtful Cloud Mist." White Scale God thought for a moment. "That actually originated from the Innate God. The Innate God were originally said to have come from beyond the heavens. They were born with a negative influence on all living things around them, so the Great Way gave rise to Doubtful Cloud Mist, which enveloped them."

In fact, according to our understanding, the Doubtful Cloud Mist are not a power belonging to Gods and Buddhas, but rather a means of protecting the creatures surrounding Gods and Buddhas.

"Methods to protect other creatures around Gods and Buddhas?" Zhang Rongfang instantly understood.

"Could it be that the Doubtful Cloud Mist are meant to isolate the special abilities of Gods and Buddhas?" he asked.

"That's right," White Scale affirmed. "Innate God with an innate ability: the ability to Heart Fusion!"

"Heart Fusion?"

"Once it is ingrained in the heart, it cannot be forgotten and will last forever!" White Scale explained. "As long as any intelligent being has seen the existence of Gods and Buddhas and remembered their Gods and Buddhas forms, it can become a mark, providing a portion of the Void to shape our dwelling place."

"Wait, are you saying that the Void was created and shaped because people saw the Divine Buddha True Form?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly asked.

White Scale fell silent, probably because he had accidentally said something he shouldn't have.

The statue also quickly stopped trembling and lost a subtle sheen.

This concludes today's Q&A session. If you have any further questions, please wait for the next session.

Zhang Rongfang wasn't in a hurry; there was plenty of time, and they could take it slow.

Anyway, the other party is right in his grasp, there's no way for them to escape.

Having confirmed that the White Scale God was no longer moving, he stood up, slowly walked out of the cave, and stood on the Human Immortal Platform.

The daily routine is over; it's time to open the clinic.

His daily life now consists of this: getting up in the morning to come here to train and cultivate, giving guidance to his disciples, and asking White Scale questions to gather information.

Then, as noon approached, he returned to open his clinic, where he treated patients while also helping children fulfill their Child Wish and collecting butterflies.

The clinic closes at 7 p. m., then we go to my sister's house for dinner.

After dinner, I played with my nephew. I chatted with my brother-in-law, who was coming home from get off work, about current events and just joking around.

A day has passed just like that.

Sometimes when my brother-in-law goes on business trips, he can't stay in the Inner Courtyard of the mansion at night, so he will go to the newly opened snack street in the city to buy some snacks and drink some raspberry juice to cleanse his palate.

Such a life is simple and ordinary, yet it brings peace of mind.

This was the kind of life Zhang Rongfang had always wanted, and now that he was actually living it, he felt a strange sense of boredom.

Mountain Man Clinic.

Just a few minutes after Zhang Rongfang sat down in the shop, a familiar figure entered the restaurant.

Today, Lu Mei Sha changed into a light green, fitted outfit often worn by martial arts practitioners, with a pair of white soft leather gloves with wrist guards tied around her waist. Her long hair was tied up high, making her look capable and heroic. She looked quite impressive, much like the female martial arts practitioners outside.

But just by looking at her hands, you can tell that this guy is simply imitating her in terms of appearance.

Those who practice martial arts will definitely have calluses on their hands, to say the least.

Those who practice hand skills develop a lot of calluses, while those who practice weapons will also develop calluses on specific parts of their bodies.

With hands as delicate and white as a pig's skin, she clearly comes from a wealthy family.

"You still have no business here today, just like always," Lu Mei Sha remarked as she entered.

"Just let things take their course." Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged behind the counter, still as still as a statue.

"Speaking of which, do you really know how to treat illnesses?" Lu Mei Sha stared at the other person with some curiosity.

She has the kind of chubby cheeks and a naturally alluring, foxy face. If she weren't so sharp-tongued, she would probably have many more suitors than she does now.

As long as she doesn't say anything inappropriate, she seems quite nice.

"I know a little," Zhang Rongfang said casually.

"Could you take a look at me? I haven't been feeling well lately," Lu Mei Sha softly, her eyes darting around.

Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes and looked at her.

He then took a small bag from a drawer and tossed it over.

"Take one pill a day, after dinner."

"!?!" Lu Mei Sha was completely dumbfounded. She hurriedly took the bag. She hadn't even explained what was wrong with her, and the medicine had already arrived?

Zhang Rongfang only needed to glance at it in the Dark Light Vision to see it clearly.

It's just that there's blood stasis in some areas; taking some medicine to clear the blood vessels will help.

"Okay, I'll go back and try it," Lu Mei Sha said, half believing. "By the way, there's a Western Tea Garden event in the city in a couple of days. Would you like to go? I happen to have an extra invitation."

"I'm not interested in tea, thank you." Although Zhang Rongfang is free now, he's not completely wasting his time.

Lu Mei Sha continued to make small talk and stayed in the clinic for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

Time passed day by day.

On the afternoon of the third day, Zhang Rongfang was about to get up and close the door when he asked Xiao Dong Xiao Xia to tidy up the door panels.

Then Lu Mei Sha rushed in again.

Her eyes, bright as fire, were fixed on Zhang Rongfang, yet she remained silent.

"?" Zhang Rongfang looked at her in confusion, waiting for her to speak.

"It's nothing." Lu Mei Sha suddenly smiled brightly, turned around and left.

She ran out of the clinic, ran over a hundred meters, and stood behind a newly opened wonton stall at the street corner, looking back at the clinic.

Now she finally understood that what her older brother and sister had said was all true.

Zhang Rongfang outwardly feigned indifference, but in reality, he secretly cared for her.

The evidence was that medicine.

After returning home, she took the medicine for two days with some skepticism, and then she clearly felt much better. Several of her previous ailments also disappeared.

Now it's the third day, and she feels as if she's become lighter and her mood has brightened.

She then consulted many other doctors, and all of them gave her the same answer.

It's practically impossible to prescribe the right medicine and cure the disease simply by looking at it.

Unless it's the reincarnation of a legendary healer.

But Zhang Rongfang clearly couldn't possibly be at that level.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

That is... Zhang Rongfang had actually been silently watching over her, observing her, and collecting information about her physical condition. Thinking of this, Lu Mei Sha's heart couldn't help but flutter.

Looking back now, he probably had prepared medicine for me for this kind of physical ailment long ago, otherwise why would he have taken out the medicine immediately when I asked?

He probably already had the pills ready, just waiting for an excuse to give them to me for treatment.

Unbeknownst to Lu Mei Sha, a faint sweetness was creeping into her heart.

But she quickly shook her head, trying to shake off the feeling.

'No, how could I possibly have feelings for Zhang Rongfang? It must be just my imagination! Someone like him! Even if he were High Grade martial artist, he still couldn't make it on his own and ended up coming back to beg my brother for help with the An family.'

That's what I thought, but the fleeting feeling that just crossed my mind couldn't be ignored.

Lu Mei Sha covered her chest with her hand, feeling that she needed to calm herself down first.

In any case, although Zhang Rongfang was quite capable, the privileged young men his Lineage introduced to him all came from families with far more powerful backgrounds than his.

No matter which one you choose, it will be better than choosing Zhang Rongfang. After all, aren't there plenty of High Grade martial artists under the command of the great Noble of the Spirit Person? Are they not as good as a martial arts genius from a Barbarian Confucian background?

But what if he really liked her and was willing to give everything, even his life? Would she...? This thought flashed through her mind, and Lu Mei Sha's heart skipped a beat. She dared not think any further.

Immediately, she suppressed her thoughts, quickly turned around, and hurried away.

She now understood why Zhang Rongfang was willing to return to Wushan Prefecture and even deliberately drove away her former friend. He probably came for her sake. Should she give him a chance? *** Mountain Man Clinic.

Zhang Rongfang slowly reached out, picked up a small piece of paper that had just been thrown in, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

After reading it, he crumpled the paper into pieces and threw it into the fire pit to burn.

"Xiao Dong Xiao Xia, you two should watch over the clinic obediently. If you want to eat something, go buy it yourselves. There's money for you in the drawer."

"Yes, sir," the two children replied obediently.

Zhang Rongfang nodded, walked out of the clinic, and looked up at the sky.

As the sun sets, only a sliver of its edge remains hanging on the horizon.

A crimson light, like an arrow, pierced through the clouds, dyeing everything in the world the same color.

He lowered his head and walked quickly towards the outskirts of the city.

They had only walked a few steps when, from a house across the street to their left, a loud firecracker suddenly went off.

Then came the sounds of suona horns, gongs, and drums.

The music was festive, and a woman was humming along, seemingly a folk song from some region.

The gist is that the bride should not rush, but wait for the groom, riding a tall horse, to drive away evil spirits and bring her home with red thread and drumbeats.

This strong sense of joy also somewhat diluted the grief caused by the previous riots and disturbances.

Looking back, with some emotion in his heart, Zhang Rongfang quickened his pace, left the city, and rushed towards the direction described in the note.

After traveling for about half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination.