Pure Yang Pill, Critical Special Rebate!

In the room, Li Mo finished packing his luggage, rose to his feet and stretched, then propped open the window.

The river breeze blew in. Across from him was Clear Abyss Mountain, wreathed in clouds and mist, with buildings faintly visible in orderly tiers upon it, like a silent giant overlooking the city at its feet.

"The view up there is probably even better."

Li Mo murmured.

Having transmigrated overnight, how could he be content to remain an ordinary person?

But with his current situation, at the Entrance Ceremony, he was probably not even going to get as far as Wang Hu.

The form of a tiger and leopard, superior root bones.

Among the people traveling with them, that could be called the best talent.

New disciples were divided by talent into outer and inner sect disciples, and even true disciples, with a last-place elimination system.

Clearly, with a good starting point, the stronger the mandate of the people he came into contact with, the higher the investment rebate would be.

Putting everything else aside, if he was assigned to the outer sect, he definitely would not be able to see Ying Bing.

"Right, Father said there's a physician he knows in the city, and his medical skill is quite good."

Li Mo turned back around and said softly, "Why don't we go take a look today?"

By the tea table.

"No need."

Ying Bing sipped her hot tea and shook her head.

Li Mo said helplessly, "A trip there would be good even if it only eases the symptoms a little."

Ying Bing said nothing. She lifted her eyes from the teacup; the curling steam still could not hide their deep, quiet brightness.

She looked at Li Mo as if trying to read flowers off his face.

"Since Father gave me the silver, I have to report back to him somehow."

"Three Yang Medical Hall isn't far either. It's just two streets away."

Li Mo deliberately frowned as he spoke.

Three Yang Medical Hall?

Ying Bing took a light sip of tea, as if chewing over those words.

After lowering her eyes for a moment, she finally nodded.

"All right."

At dusk.

Purple Sun Prefecture City was brightly lit. Near the riverbank were pleasure boats and flower lanterns, and on the broad streets, those coming and going were all nobles dressed in silk and gauze, along with outsiders who could be recognized at a glance.

The Clear Abyss Sect opened its mountain to accept disciples once every three years, making this city even livelier than before.

Among them, the liveliest place was none other than Golden Ring Street. The things sold here, including medicinal herbs, weapons, and horses, were all used by martial artists.

Three Yang Medical Hall.

"Please trouble yourself to pass on a message."

Li Mo took out his father's handwritten letter from his sleeve.

When the medicine boy saw the recipient written on it, his expression turned solemn.

"Would the two of you please wait for a while? Our hall master went out for a consultation. I reckon he'll still be a bit longer."

"Much obliged."

Li Mo and Ying Bing sat in the hall and began waiting.

A short while later.

Footsteps sounded in the hall.

The person who walked in was a middle-aged man, travel-worn, the hemp robe on his body covered in patches.

His features were thin and refined, his long beard hung to his chest, and his eyes in particular were full of spirit.

"Hall Master!" The medicine boy took out the unopened letter and handed it over.

The middle-aged man drew it out and skimmed it once, and a smile appeared on his face.

"That child Big Dragon, to think he still remembers this old man."

Ying Bing's brows moved almost imperceptibly.

Li Mo sensed something was off.

This man looked to be about the same age as his father, so why did he speak with such old airs?

The medicine boy beside him said proudly, "Master is ninety-six this year."

"Ninety-six?"

Li Mo's mouth fell open.

People always said studying medicine made you age faster, so how was there someone who grew younger the more he studied it?

Had he practiced some sort of cultivation method, or learned some art of health preservation?

This world really couldn't be measured by common sense.

"A paltry trick, nothing worth mentioning."

"Your father said the one seeking treatment is this young lady. Come forward."

The middle-aged man in hemp robes beckoned.

After Ying Bing sat down opposite him, he flicked out a strand of golden thread with a bent finger, winding it around her fair, slender finger.

Li Mo watched with great interest.

Seeing his concern, the medicine boy added, "Don't worry. Under all heaven, illnesses my master can't cure are very, very few."

At that, the corners of the hemp-robed middle-aged man's mouth lifted slightly. He was clearly quite pleased by those words.

The next second, he let out a soft sound of surprise, and his brows furrowed too.

Buzz—

The golden thread trembled lightly.

A sheen of frost appeared, spreading rapidly along the golden thread from Ying Bing's fingertip.

Snap—

As if he had been shocked by lightning, the hemp-robed middle-aged man took the initiative to snap the golden thread.

Still shaken, he breathed out and said, "How overbearing!"

"How is it?"

Li Mo asked, drawing in a deep breath.

The hemp-robed middle-aged man's brows nearly twisted into the character for "river."

He thought hard for a while, then shook his head and said, "Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. By rights, you should never have lived to this day at all."

He had practiced medicine for eighty years; what strange and difficult illnesses hadn't he seen?

But for the yin cold in a person's body to be this overbearing was simply unheard of!

"Young lady, you must have been diagnosed with severed meridians before, yes?"

"Mm."

Ying Bing nodded.

The hemp-robed middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke again.

"This old man is only guessing, but perhaps this is not severed meridians. Rather, it may be a special physique. As for what exactly it is, this old man will have to consult the ancient texts."

"If it is not an illness, then there is no treatment to speak of. I can only prescribe some medicine to lessen the pain."

Ying Bing was surprised for an instant, then returned to calm.

For him to see this far, his medical skill could be ranked among the best in Purple Sun Prefecture.

Even she herself had only found the answer later, after going to Central Divine Province, in a secret land of a hidden sect with an ancient inheritance.

The Lunar Phoenix Physique.

In that ancient text, ten physiques that dazzled through the ages were recorded. The author had named them the Ten Absolutes Physique.

Including the Lunar Phoenix Physique, nine of the Ten Absolutes Physique had already vanished without a trace, existing only in legends and conjecture.

The only one that could be specifically verified was the Great Yu Martial Emperor's State True Dragon Body, which could suppress the rivers, mountains, state, and altars of soil and grain, and bear the fortune of all lands.

"This is a Pure Yang Pill I refined. It should be effective. Two hundred taels of silver."

The hemp-robed middle-aged man took out a porcelain bottle.

"That's not too expensive." Li Mo nodded, ready to take out money.

However, only then did the hemp-robed middle-aged man leisurely raise one finger.

"For one pill."

Li Mo: "..."

Could you please not pause so dramatically when you speak?

The medicine boy wiped his drool and said repeatedly, "It's already a vomit-blood price. If Master hadn't felt he'd lost face today, he wouldn't have..."

"Mm?"

The hemp-robed middle-aged man glared over, and the medicine boy shut his mouth with an embarrassed smile.

"Not expensive, not expensive!"

"I'll take one hundred pills, thank you."

As if performing magic, Li Mo slapped a thick stack of silver notes onto the table with a smack, and there were even several ingots of gold.

The medicine boy: "!"

The middle-aged man in hemp robes: "?"

Ying Bing raised her dark brows.

In an instant, the medical hall grew so silent one could hear a pin drop.

That thick stack of silver notes, at a rough glance, amounted to more than ten thousand taels, and those few ingots of gold were worth even more—precious, truly precious. Though gold circulated little on the market, it still had a market price.

If taken out to exchange for silver, it would fetch far above market price!

No matter how one looked at it, all added together, it was enough for twenty thousand taels.

Even in Purple Sun Prefecture City, where every inch of land was worth an inch of gold, it would be enough to buy a grand, imposing mansion.

"I have some private savings."

Li Mo gave a shy smile. "It should be enough, right?"

"One hundred pills? Are you here to stock up from me, planning to buy them back and eat them as meals?"

"Just one bottle. Twelve pills."

The corner of the hemp-robed middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly, and he pushed the bottle forward.

"That works too, I suppose."

Li Mo nodded reluctantly.

He cupped his hands in salute, then left together with Ying Bing.

Watching the two figures vanish into the night, the middle-aged man in hemp robes rubbed his chin, full of suspicion.

"Didn't they say these two little fellows had a very stiff relationship? Why does he seem afraid he hasn't spent enough money?"

He picked up the frost-coated golden thread from the ground, his expression thoughtful.

If it really was some kind of constitution...

This child's talent was probably beyond imagination!

"Master, a message came from the sect."

The medicine boy came back holding a hawk, removed the bamboo tube it held in its beak, then fed it some dried meat.

Written clearly on the letter was:

[For the personal attention of Sixth Elder Xue Jing.]

After reading the letter, he smacked his lips and glanced toward the rear courtyard.

"Return to the sect. Bring the pill furnace."

"Yes."

The medicine boy, carved like pink jade, nodded and ran to the rear courtyard, letting out a "hey" as he exerted his strength.

The two-person-tall Dragon-Tiger Bronze Furnace spun in the air and landed across his small, skinny shoulder.

Elsewhere.

The bustling night market was about to go out; there were fewer pedestrians now, leaving only the streetlamps that had yet to burn down swaying in the dark.

The smoke and fire of the marketplace faded, and only then did the river of stars overhead begin to glitter.

"What a pity."

"I heard Purple Sun Prefecture's night market has a lot of snacks. Next time, I'll have to come earlier."

Holding two skewers of Purple Sun Prefecture's specialty willow-leaf grilled fish, he bit down. It was fresh, fragrant, without the slightest fishy taste, and even the bones were crisp.

"Want a taste?"

Li Mo turned back and offered her the fish.

Ying Bing stared straight ahead, looking at the youth whose mouth still had traces of oil at the corners, and doubt rose in her heart.

Reborn into this life, she had thought everything would develop according to her expectations.

But he seemed to have become the exception.

"Why?"

For the first time, Ying Bing took the initiative to ask a question.

Li Mo was in a good mood and grinned.

"If hard methods don't work, I can only go soft."

"What if you're the sort who softens when stroked the right way, and the moment you're moved, you throw yourself into my arms?"

The words fell, and the atmosphere turned a little awkward.

Ying Bing, who had not heard the answer she wanted, looked calm, clearly treating his joke just now as wind passing by her ears.

Sure enough, he could not expect Ice Block to have any humorous germs...

"Relax, relax."

"Back then, you suffered plenty of grievances at my place. Treat this as compensation, or an investment, whichever."

"It's only a little over two thousand taels of silver in total. Once I enter the Clear Abyss Sect, it'll all be small money."

Li Mo waved his hand, looking every bit the wealthy man with money to burn.

Whether he would be strong or not was another matter, but being poor in the future was impossible.

Ying Bing's dark brows knitted slightly.

Where did his confidence, like bamboo already grown in his chest, come from?

In her last life, Li Mo had clearly only entered the outer sect, and even that had been very forced.

His innate bones could be said to be utterly ordinary.

Yet the young man still knew nothing of this, seemingly fantasizing about shining brilliantly in a few days...

"Whoosh—"

The night wind blew past, the lamplight swaying, making the youthful spirit on the young man's face flicker between brightness and shadow.

Ying Bing suddenly froze for a moment.

In her dust-sealed memories, a figure that had already grown very distant and unfamiliar flashed by.

That was who she had once been, bowing before a Clear Abyss Sect elder beneath countless gazes as if they were watching a show, swearing an oath that she would absolutely open her meridians within half a year.

Back then, where had her own confidence come from?

"I accept this favor."

No sooner had that pleasant voice fallen than—

[Investment successful. Investment: twelve Three-Pattern Pure Yang Pills.]

[Investment successful. Your words have caused a change in the other party's state of mind.]

[This investment has successfully changed the investment target's life trajectory. The feedback reward will receive a critical hit.]

[Congratulations, host. You have obtained special feedback!]

"Changed her state of mind?"

Li Mo did not understand why. He had not said anything especially special.

A Daughter of Destiny was a Daughter of Destiny. She could gain insight even from this.

Special feedback... reward critical hit...

No matter how he looked at it, this was the sign of something huge coming!

"Want some grilled fish? It's really fragrant."

"No."

"Uh, here comes the little flying fish?"

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