The Miracle Cure for Strange Illnesses, a Master of Andrology!

The large ship was about to set sail, and the formation beneath its hull had already begun to activate. Wu Wang could clearly feel the power of water lifting the vessel.

Inside the top-floor cabin, Wu Wang leaned against his desk, his eyes filled with thought, motionless for a long moment.

Although the old fortune-teller hadn't directly followed him, the fact that he was being targeted was almost certain.

Would a legitimate fortune-teller directly block someone's path and predict a bloody disaster for them?

Wu Wang had deliberately offered money as a test. The other party's first reaction wasn't to protect the money, but to hold the jade coins and subconsciously try to talk to him more...

Disregarding wealth at its core – could that be the behavior of a professional con artist?

It was just… unprofessional.

'Though misfortune or fortune hasn't manifested yet, I can't drag Lin Suqing down with me.'

Taking a gentle breath, Wu Wang made up his mind.

— He would have True Man Zuo Dong take Lin Suqing ahead, while he would hide in the sea later and wait for the larger ships behind, blending in to reach the Human Domain.

He had been careless, not dodging earlier.

He truly hadn't expected that the forces behind Brother Ji could directly track his southward journey and find him here.

Coincidence?

While he couldn't rule out the possibility, Wu Wang couldn't place his hopes on "possibility."

If that fortune-teller suddenly appeared outside his door, smiling and asking, "Want to try a trial, kid? The kind where you have a 99.9% chance of dying."

He would be in an incredibly passive position!

Thump, thump, thump...

Suddenly, the sound of a cane tapping on the ship's deck echoed from outside the door.

In fact, Wu Wang's hearing seemed to focus solely on this sound. The sea and sky were incredibly peaceful, and the clamor from various parts of the large ship vanished.

The cabin door in front of Wu Wang had opened at some point, and he didn't know by whom...

A figure drifted silently and slowly past Wu Wang's door.

It was an old man.

His gray-white hair was casually loose, he wore a straw cape over his shoulders, and he leaned on a long staff. His seemingly ordinary aged face left no impression whatsoever, forgotten the moment one looked away.

As the old man was about to drift past the cabin door, he turned his head to look at Wu Wang.

Wu Wang's heart tightened. If not for his strong self-control, he would have almost thrown out dozens of Crystal Balls and unfurled his Star Wings to escape.

Just as the old man's figure drifted past the doorframe...

"Is the young friend the Young Master of the Bear Hug Tribe, Xiong Ba?"

A gentle voice called out from behind him.

Wu Wang's body stiffened, goosebumps covering his arms. He turned his head slightly. The barefoot old man who had just drifted past outside was now bizarrely sitting at the table by the window, seemingly smiling.

Moreover, Wu Wang still couldn't recall the man's appearance, only sensing that he was smiling kindly.

Calm down, don't panic.

Wu Wang immediately made up his mind, putting on a look of stunned disbelief. He gestured with his hand towards the figure that had just passed outside, then looked at the figure sitting by the window, his mouth feeling slightly dry.

"Oh, hehe."

The old man in the straw cape chuckled, leaning his wooden staff against the table, and said slowly:

"I'm getting old, and sometimes I can't help but appear and disappear unexpectedly. Come, young friend, sit down. Don't be formal, and don't be afraid. I'm here for your strange illness this time."

Wu Wang pondered for a moment and asked, "May I ask, Senior, who are you..."

"You can consider me a regular physician."

The barefoot old man in the straw cape gazed at Wu Wang, his hands resting on his knees, his posture quite relaxed.

He explained, "Previously, one of my disciples went to the Northern Plains to gather herbs and happened to be encountered by the Clan Leader of the Bear Hug Tribe, who invited him to treat your strange illness. Later, some unpleasant events seemed to have occurred, but those aren't particularly important. After my disciple left the Northern Plains, he was quite troubled, almost to the point of obsession. He had been practicing medicine for over three thousand six hundred years, saving countless lives, yet he couldn't find the root cause of your strange illness. He was deeply distressed and came to my secluded dwelling a few days ago to find me. He said that your strange illness is extremely peculiar; it's not a mental illness, not a physical illness, nor a problem with the soul, and he truly couldn't determine the cause."

Wu Wang blinked, and bubbles appeared behind his head, each containing a silhouette of a black and white scene.

This was on a clear afternoon when I was eleven years old.

My father descended from the sky on a flying bear, bringing an old Daoist with an immortal demeanor, dressed in a green silk robe. This old Daoist looked very confident, and the surrounding tribesmen looked very respectful.

Soon after, several strong men carried the old Daoist out of the Royal Court and gently, yet carelessly, threw him onto the grass.

The old Daoist lay there with vacant eyes. He didn't react even when his medicine chest was smashed onto him...

After a while, the old Daoist's eyes welled up with tears. He looked up at the sky, let out a cry, and then, to the astonished gazes of the tribesmen, he ascended into the clouds and departed.

That cry of anguish, Wu Wang still remembered it now. It was filled with such unwillingness and pain, and it also made him feel a tiny bit guilty.

"No—this illness is too difficult!"

Later, this led to his father, Xiong Han, complaining for years:

'Eating grass can cure illness? And replenish Origin Qi? Ridiculous!'

Every time Wu Wang thought of this, he could only shake his head in his heart, lamenting that his old father didn't know what he had missed.

"Senior, you!"

Wu Wang's voice trembled, and two flames ignited in his eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Could you be Doctor Yuan's master?"

"That's right," the old man squinted and chuckled, stroking his beard as he softly sang, "I was originally going to the Northern Plains to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here by chance. Has that strange illness been cured now? Can you let me examine it?"

Wu Wang asked with concern, "Is Doctor Yuan alright?"

"He's fine, he was just too confident before. How can there be a divine doctor in this world who can cure all illnesses?"

The old man said gently, "Young Yuan is only skilled in treating men's private ailments. By rights, it should have been a perfect match for your strange illness that just healed. He was quite hit by not being able to find the root cause.

But fortunately, he has now pulled himself together and continues to travel the world, practicing medicine in immortal and mortal lands.

What? Young friend, could it be that you don't trust my medical skills?"

Wu Wang rolled up his sleeves and strode forward, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, Senior, thank you, Senior."

The old man stroked his beard and nodded. After Wu Wang sat down, he extended his arm and pressed his fingers onto Wu Wang's pulse points, laughing:

"You trust me so easily, young friend?"

Here it comes, a test disguised as a trial.

Wu Wang smiled, not retracting his arm, and said seriously:

"Firstly, if Senior harbored any ill intentions towards me, a single finger would be enough to destroy my soul.

In front of a distinguished figure like Senior, no matter how cunning I am, it's better to maintain some sincerity.

Secondly, not many people know about my strange illness, and even fewer people here know my identity.

Besides being Doctor Yuan's master, Senior must have learned about me through other channels; perhaps from Brother Ji, Fairy Ling, or their True Immortal realm teacher.

Thirdly, the conditions Senior mentioned are very difficult for me to refuse.

This strange illness has plagued me for nearly ten years, constantly undermining my confidence as a man.

If there's a hope of being cured, even if it's a bit risky, I'll accept it!

Senior, please!"

"Hahaha, as expected of the Young Master of a Great Clan from the Northern Plains. At eighteen, you already possess such insight and courage. Well done."

The old man stroked his beard and chuckled a few times, placing two fingers on Wu Wang's wrist.

At that moment, Wu Wang suddenly saw the old man's face clearly, and his appearance and voice appeared in his memory.

The old man must have been handsome and dignified in his youth; now, he could only be described as kind-eyed and benevolent.

His thin face, though aged, did not show many wrinkles; his cheeks had a warm color, yet it gave a sense of declining vitality.

Soon, the old man frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

Wu Wang's heart tightened, and he gazed at this powerful figure with complex emotions, curious about the old man's identity and whether his strange illness could be resolved.

After about a moment, the old man uttered two words:

"Strange."

Wu Wang sighed inwardly, immediately perked up, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your trouble, Senior. My strange illness is likely not a disease."

"Young friend," the old man said seriously, "can you tell me when you first fell ill?"

"When I was seven or eight," Wu Wang thought for a moment, not directly mentioning the dream, "this strange illness suddenly appeared, but I have no memory of how it came about."

The old man nodded slowly. He first lowered his head in thought for a moment, then couldn't help but stand up and pace barefoot inside the cabin.

Wu Wang sat quietly beside him, his heart also a little uneasy; it had been many years since he had felt such trepidation.

The large ship swayed slightly, sailing at full speed on the sea.

"Young Master? Do we have a guest?"

Lin Suqing's voice came from outside the door. The older woman peeked into the room but was shushed by Wu Wang with a gesture.

Lin Suqing stared at the old man for a few moments, a multitude of questions arising in her mind. Before she could say anything more, she was pulled away by the whisk thrown by Daoist Zuo Dong.

In the adjacent cabin, Daoist Zuo Dong hurriedly activated a soundproofing array and glared at Lin Suqing:

"Rash! What are you looking at!"

"Master, there's a guest over there, I was going to pour tea... That Senior, why can't your disciple remember his appearance?"

"That person is called Hongchen Wai, also known as Wuxiang Venerable! Do you think you can just see the face of a powerful being casually?"

Daoist Zuo Dong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and reprimanded:

"Stay put honestly and absolutely do not cause any trouble!"

Meanwhile, Wu Wang had a realization and felt a slight regret in his heart that the old aunt had missed an opportunity.

The cabin was quiet. The old man paced for a full half hour before finally turning to look at Wu Wang, his eyes shining with a certain light:

"Young friend, could you accompany me for a moment? Let's first see how this strange illness of yours acts up."

Wu Wang pondered briefly, then nodded solemnly. In front of the old man, he packed his storage treasures. He then went to the adjacent room and said in a gentle voice:

"Suqing, I'm going with this senior for a while. The senior is here to help me with my illness. If I can't return for a while, you should go back to the sect with Senior Zuo Dong. I'll come find you when I have time."

He paused, then added with a smile:

"If the senior gives me any benefits, I'll leave a share for you too."

"Young man, being too sly isn't good. What benefits could I, an old person, give you?"

The barefoot old man chuckled lightly. A precious pill flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a beam of light that slipped through the cracks of the door and window, directly entering Lin Suqing's mouth.

Lin Suqing, who was about to rush out, swayed and fell backward, falling unconscious.

Wu Wang glanced back at the old man, who smiled and said, "It's a pill to enhance her affinity with the Great Dao. Let's go, first to shore, and we'll find a few more women to test."

"Thank you, senior."

Wu Wang felt Lin Suqing's condition and felt a little relieved. He cupped his hands in a salute through the wooden planks and said, "Senior Zuo Dong, take care."

Beside him, the straw-hatted old man's right hand landed on his shoulder.

Before Wu Wang could react, he felt his vision spin and the surrounding light stretched infinitely before rapidly contracting.

In the blink of an eye, he had left the large ship and found himself in a valley.

Before him lay a riverbed paved with pebbles, flanked by towering mountains. In the distance, a few thatched huts emitted wisps of smoke.

What?

Teleportation? Spatial displacement? Or an illusion?

Wu Wang felt the gentle breeze and heard the roars of beasts and birds from the distant woods, unable to collect his thoughts for a moment.

He knew this powerful figure's strength was unfathomable, but he hadn't expected it to be comparable to his own mother's.

Moreover, his mother needed the divine power of the Star Gods to achieve long-distance teleportation, yet this senior brought him here so effortlessly that he could only sense a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy.

He was definitely a master of the Human Domain.

"Little Yuan told me your strange illness causes you to faint when you touch women?" the old man asked gently.

Wu Wang quickly replied, "To be precise, I faint when I have physical contact with women."

"Stay here, and I'll go invite some women over."

The old man said softly, then instructed, "You can withdraw this layer of ice crystals covering you for now."

Wu Wang nodded obediently.

Soon, the old man, chuckling, returned with several people from the distant thatched huts. There was a young girl with the spirit of the great mountains, a middle-aged woman, an old woman, and a strong man.

Control group?

Wu Wang's lips twitched slightly. He was impressed by the old senior's rigor, yet he felt like a frog awaiting dissection in a past life's lab class.

What followed was another ordeal for Wu Wang.

Initially, Wu Wang sat on the ground and made contact with the four individuals separately. Each time, he would immediately faint.

Later, the old man even sat behind Wu Wang, supporting him, his eyes filled with emotion...

The last contact, with the strong man, elicited no reaction at all.

The strong man blushed, his eyes fixed on Wu Wang. Wu Wang forced an awkward smile.

"Brother, let go."

The strong man snapped back to reality, quickly withdrew his rough hand, and gave Wu Wang a few honest laughs, then winked gently.

Wu Wang shivered a few times, nearly losing control and lashing out.

"Thank you all, thank you all."

The straw-hatted old man expressed his gratitude. The others quickly said it was nothing, and as they sized up Wu Wang, they returned to the thatched huts.

The young girl whispered, "Can this brother not touch women?"

Wu Wang smiled weakly and said, "Perhaps I'm waiting for a woman who can touch me to appear."

The young girl's eyes immediately sparkled with two little stars. The strong man... winked at Wu Wang again...

Wu Wang: ...

After the group left, Wu Wang sat up straight as the dizziness subsided.

The old man sat cross-legged barefoot in front of Wu Wang, placing his wooden staff on his lap, his expression somewhat serious.

"Senior, are you also at a loss?"

"No, I have a method that can help you," the old man said slowly. "I've roughly figured out the origin of your illness. It's not a problem with your soul, nor is it a physical or mental ailment. In the vastness of the Great Wilderness, yours should be a unique case."

"Little Yuan, your tears are not in vain."

Wu Wang froze for a moment, then suddenly stood up excitedly, his eyes wide. "You just said you have a method to help me?"

"That's right, I have a method to help you."

Wu Wang's voice trembled, "Is it true?"

"What, you still don't trust me?"

The barefoot old man snorted, reached into his sleeve, and after a moment of fumbling, pulled out a cloth similar to a fortune-telling stall's tablecloth. He unfurled it, revealing four large characters—

Woman, Sickness, No, Worry!

Wu Wang couldn't help but tilt his head. The old man looked down, his expression calm as he pulled the cloth back and replaced it with another:

Man, Sickness, Saint, Hand!

The old man chuckled, "Reproduction is the most important matter for any race. I've had at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, men with confidence in my hands. I can say that your illness is something only I in this world can cure."

"May I ask who you are, senior?"

"You can call me Old Man Lianshan."

"Hoo..."

Wu Wang breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, "I almost thought you were the contemporary Human Emperor Shennong, who tasted all herbs and pioneered the medical path, as the legends say. Thankfully not. How could the Human Emperor appear so casually before a junior like me."

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly. He said calmly, "Ah, I am also called Shennong. Besides treating illnesses in the Human Domain, I've also been moonlighting as the Human Emperor for seven or eight thousand years."

Wu Wang's neck stiffened, his expression a little rigid.

"Sit down, don't be so formal," the old man said with a smile. "I am a healer, and you are the one seeking healing. Let me consider whether or not to help you.

After all, I am not just any senior."

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