No Sickness

That night, the sky was pitch black. He Heng sat in his guest room, cross-legged and still, his deep eyes tightly shut, his spiritual sense sensing the world and himself.

Just then, a shrill scream echoed from the room next door.

He Heng's eyes snapped open, his pupils dark, glinting with profound light under the moonlight. A strange smile curved his lips.

He glanced outside. The lamp in Liu Wumei's room was still lit. The sound had come from there.

Once martial arts reached a certain level, the six senses naturally surpassed ordinary people. Although He Heng's location wasn't close to Liu Wumei's room, he could still clearly hear the sounds within.

He heard Liu Wumei tremble, "Kill me! Just kill me!" Then he heard Li Yuhan say, "Bear with it, bear with it. Don't wake the others." Liu Wumei hissed, "I really can't stand it anymore. Rather than suffer like this, it's better to die."

Moans and gasps from Liu Wumei, and Li Yuhan's soft words of comfort, continuously emanated from the room, along with the creaking of the bedsprings.

It was evident that Liu Wumei's pain had not lessened. She was suffering immensely and struggling, while Li Yuhan was trying to suppress her.

What kind of pain was it that made Liu Wumei unable to bear it?

He Heng didn't care. He understood the reason clearly, but what did it have to do with him?

Suddenly, with a "plop," a wild goose startled from the parasol tree in the courtyard. He Heng's eyes seemed to catch a flash of silver light amidst the leaves.

At that moment, a volley of silver projectiles shot out from the bushes, heading straight for He Heng. Their speed was beyond description.

Under the spray of silver light, lightning-like objects shot towards him.

Swish!

The Longevity Sword was drawn from its sheath, its sword qi surging three feet. Brilliant radiance chilled the heavens and earth, reaching the extreme in an instant.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Under the shroud of dazzling sword light, there was the sound of metal clashing. In just a moment, the sword light dissipated, and a rapid "ding ding ding" sound, like a torrential rain hitting bricks, was heard. Dozens of silver stars had embedded themselves in the ground beside him, sinking deep into the earth.

Then, a figure shot up from the wall hidden in the shadows of the trees. It twisted in mid-air and darted out into the deep night beyond the wall.

"Trying to escape!" He Heng let out a cold snort. His figure shot forward, and the Longevity Sword suddenly flew out, even faster and more ferocious than the "Pear Blossom Needles" he had just faced.

The figure had no time to dodge. It was directly pierced through the chest by the sword qi, its internal organs instantly shattered.

In the hazy night, a thin mist rose, and He Heng's figure was vaguely discernible. The mist, initially light and thin, quickly thickened like white smoke, gradually obscuring He Heng himself.

He coldly glanced at the person, pulled the Longevity Sword from their chest, and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe it clean, his focus absolute.

Just then, he picked up a flat silver box from the ground in front of him.

The silver box was seven inches long and three inches thick, exquisitely crafted. Along one side of the box were three rows of extremely fine needle holes, nine holes per row.

The top of the box was carved with intricate patterns. Upon closer inspection, these patterns turned out to be two rows of text, resembling both small seal script and bronze inscriptions.

He Heng, being a learned man, naturally recognized the characters. There were a total of sixteen characters: "What goes out must draw blood; returning empty is ill-omened. Of urgent matters, the most urgent: the King of Hidden Weapons."

"King of Hidden Weapons? Ridiculous!" He Heng looked at the box, his lips curling in disdain.

Such hidden weapons were, at best, decent mortal weapons in the Great Heaven World, far from being high-grade. In some prominent families, they were merely toys for children.

The so-called King of Hidden Weapons, though grandly named, was actually not worth mentioning. Even in this world, it couldn't deal with true experts.

No matter what hidden weapon it was, when activated, a killing intent would inevitably surge. And as soon as even a sliver of killing intent was revealed, for experts like He Heng, it was as dazzling as a beacon in the darkness.

In fact, He Heng had sensed the killer's killing intent when they were still within a hundred feet of him. Against an expert like him, no hidden weapon would be effective, unless it was a divine weapon of the magic tool level.

In the Great Heaven World, some powerful individuals could transform their understanding of heaven and earth into talismans, inscribing them into artifacts to form various formations and restrictions. These formations could connect with the power of heaven and earth, producing incredible effects.

Artifacts inscribed with such restrictions were called magic tools.

Among magic tools, those inscribed with formations and restrictions related to concealing one's aura could shield the six senses of powerful individuals and mask their heavenly secrets, thus becoming terrifying hidden weapons. Such hidden weapons were truly capable of slaying gods.

As for the Pear Blossom Needles, an item not even considered top-tier among mortal tools, daring to call itself the King of Hidden Weapons was truly laughable!

He Heng casually tossed the box aside and cast a deep glance at Liu Wumei's room.

The lamp there had been extinguished. The couple seemed to have fallen asleep.

He Heng silently walked back to his room. The lamp there had already burned out.

The next morning, He Heng woke up early. Although it wasn't yet dawn, roosters were already crowing in the distance.

He gently knocked on Liu Wumei and Li Yuhan's door. Li Yuhan had already lit a lamp and opened the door, stepping out in her clothes. Though her face showed a hint of surprise, she smiled and said, "Brother Bai, you're up quite early."

He Heng smiled, "Not early at all. I didn't sleep a wink last night."

Li Yuhan's expression turned slightly surprised, and she asked, "Did something happen?"

He Heng waved his hand, "Nothing much. Just a rat who tried to ambush me. It's already dead by my sword."

Li Yuhan's expression remained unchanged. She laughed heartily and said, "Where did such an impudent scoundrel come from, daring to scheme against Brother Bai? It deserved to die by the Longevity Sword."

Speaking of which, Li Yuhan glanced back, quietly closed the door, and sighed, "My wife isn't feeling well. I had just fallen asleep myself."

"Oh! What is Madam Liu unwell with, that she's taken ill?" He Heng asked with a frown.

Li Yuhan's eyelids twitched. She gave a wry smile and said, "It's her old ailment. It flares up twice every month. It's not too serious, just very troublesome."

He Heng asked with some confusion, "Can't Yongcui Mountain Villa's reputation secure a renowned physician to cure Madam Liu's illness?"

Li Yuhan's gaze flickered again, and she then gave a wry smile, "This illness truly cannot be cured. Over the years, I've consulted countless famous doctors, whether it was North King South Zhang or Ye Xing Shi, all peerless physicians, but they were all helpless."

"That serious?" He Heng frowned, then said, "Since I happen to know a bit about medicine, why don't I examine Madam?"

Li Yuhan's eyes twitched, but then his face fell. "How could I impose? Besides, after all these years, she hasn't been cured..."

He Heng suddenly interrupted him, "Brother Li, that's not quite right. If you're sick, you should seek treatment. Otherwise, as time goes by, your body will only deteriorate. Letting me take a look won't hurt, and perhaps I can cure her?"

"This..." Li Yuhan seemed hesitant. After some thought, he suddenly nodded. "Then thank you, Brother Bai."

He opened the door and gestured, "Please!"

Liu Wumei was lying on the bed, dressed in plain clothes. Her complexion was sickly and pale, exuding a delicate frailty.

Li Yuhan walked to the bedside, gently helped her up, and leaned her against him. He said softly, "How are you feeling?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Liu Wumei's voice was gentle and soft as she looked at Li Yuhan, like a woman from a painting.

Li Yuhan also held her hand tightly, gazing into her eyes with warmth and tenderness.

"Cough, cough, cough." He Heng inconveniently cleared his throat, breaking the scene of their eyes meeting and the electric tenderness.

Li Yuhan then remembered He Heng's presence and quickly said awkwardly, "It was my fault, Brother Bai. Please forgive me."

Liu Wumei, however, smiled with a slight frown, a blush on her face.

"Haha, Brother Li and your wife's deep affection truly makes us envious. There's no fault to speak of." He Heng laughed heartily and came to Liu Wumei's side. "I heard Madam Liu is unwell. Let me take her pulse."

Liu Wumei's eyes flickered, and she exchanged a glance with Li Yuhan. She extended her delicate hand and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Bai. I am deeply grateful."

"Haha, you're too kind." He Heng smiled, raised his right hand, and grasped Liu Wumei's fair, jade-like wrist.

Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have been intertwined. Generally, skilled martial arts experts would not be lacking in their achievements in medicine.

In fact, He Heng's medical skills were by no means inferior to any top physician in this world, and perhaps even surpassed them.

After all, he came from the Great Heaven World.

The Great Heaven World had countless millennia of history, and its medical arts had long since developed to their peak. Skilled medical grandmasters could truly revive the dead, even gathering scattered souls.

He Heng did not possess such profound attainments, but the Flying Immortal Academy did offer medical courses. With the foundation of the Great Heaven World, even the most basic medical principles could crush the top physicians of this world. Although He Heng hadn't delved deeply into medicine, he had, before coming to this world, memorized many of the Flying Immortal Academy's textbooks, including those on medical arts.

Over the years, he had slowly digested that knowledge and was confident that among all the Flying Immortal Academy's disciples, except for a very few anomalies, no one could match him in auxiliary subjects like medicine, art calculation, and formations.

In this world, his medical attainments were sufficient to be unrivaled. This was the difference in the foundations of the two worlds.

As he slowly took her pulse, after a moment, He Heng's expression grew serious. He released Liu Wumei's wrist and looked at Li Yuhan.

"Brother Bai, how is it?" Li Yuhan asked anxiously.

He Heng gently raised his head, looked at the two of them, and said, "She is not sick."