Xiao Yi Xian's Excitement

The friend this girl had just made today was a powerful Dou Wang—and one who had only just turned eighteen at that!

Xiao Yi Xian found it hard to calm down. She was thrilled, because the whole thing was simply too unbelievable.

It was like finding out that the old man you played chess with at the park today was a retired national champion, who had also casually shot dead the punks who were always bothering you.

And when you parted ways, he even told you that you would continue your chess game tomorrow.

Anyone would have been too excited to sleep.

Xiao Yi Xian was no different. Right now, she was not the powerful Heavenly Poison Girl. She was merely a young girl who had some suspicions about her own constitution and wanted to forget her miserable past.

In this remote little town, even Da Dou Shi were big shots people only heard about from others, let alone Dou Wang who could use Dou Qi Transformation Wings and were considered experts throughout the Dou Qi Continent.

Making friends with such a legendary figure made it difficult for Xiao Yi Xian to settle down. Her mind was filled with every moment she had spent with Wu Yong after meeting him.

As she looked back on her behavior today, she wondered whether she had done anything embarrassing or left him with a bad impression.

She tossed and turned in thought, only falling into a groggy sleep in the latter half of the night.

Meanwhile, within the Magic Beast Mountain Range, Wu Yong followed the information carried to him by the wind, darting between several caves on the outskirts.

As the stone door opened, Wu Yong saw a long bluestone platform with three locked stone chests on top, each fixed to the platform.

Behind the platform, a skeleton sat on a stone seat, with a string of keys still hanging from one of its finger bones.

In a flowerbed farther back, where light shone in, several medicinal herbs were growing.

In one corner lay some valuable gold and silver items, worth roughly several hundred thousand gold coins.

Wu Yong entered the cave and walked straight to the skeleton on the stone seat. He snapped off one of its finger bones and pulled out a damaged map.

Looking at the black lotus on the fragment of the map, Wu Yong grinned and put it away.

Only then did he pick up the keys and open the three stone chests one by one. Their contents were, respectively:

Mystic Tier High-Grade Flight Dou Technique, Wings of the Eagle.

Seven-Colored Poison Scripture.

Wind Attribute Mystic Tier High-Grade Dou Technique, Roaring Lion Chant.

After carefully putting away the medicinal herbs, Wu Yong glanced at the money in the corner and did not leave it behind, packing it all up as well.

He returned to the inn without a sound. In high spirits, Wu Yong no longer felt like sleeping. He took out that Mystic Tier Dou Technique and read it by moonlight.

After reading it two or three times, Wu Yong had already mastered the technique.

If it had been an attribute-less Dou Technique, Wu Yong might have needed to spend some effort on it. But a Wind Attribute Dou Technique was as simple before him as addition and subtraction within a hundred.

Wu Yong had no intention of using Wings of the Eagle.

There was simply no need. He was already a Dou Wang, and he was also the Son of Wind. His flight speed was no longer something a mere Flight Dou Technique could affect.

Even a sixth-rank flying magic beast could only eat his dust when competing with Wu Yong in speed.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Yong put away the Flight Dou Technique first, unable to decide where it should go next.

Picking up the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture, Wu Yong began studying it slowly.

Now that he had [Diode], Wu Yong needed to pay more attention to poison. Besides, he also had [Medicine and Poison Do Not Separate]. Improving his poison skills would also improve his medical skills—a proper case of killing several birds with one stone.

His daily cultivation did not require much of Wu Yong's attention. The Wind Attribute Dou Qi within his body circulated automatically, while the wind-attributed energy of the Power of Heaven and Earth actively cooperated and entered his body.

Only when breaking through did Wu Yong need to personally pay close attention.

At other times, Wu Yong could devote his energy entirely to other matters.

For example, developing [Son of Wind], putting the ideas in his mind into practice, and so on...

The sun rose, and a new day arrived.

The bloodshed at the Wolf Head Mercenary Group's base became the biggest topic in town. Overnight, the news had spread everywhere.

Everyone was discussing which great figure the Wolf Head Mercenary Group had provoked, leaving not a single survivor behind.

Xiao Yi Xian, who was used to getting up early, sat in the clinic with one hand propping up her face. On the surface, she was reading a medical book, but in truth, she was secretly catching up on sleep.

Almost everyone around her was discussing the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, and Xiao Yi Xian could not help curling her lips while half-asleep.

Near noon, the clinic grew hotter and hotter, and Xiao Yi Xian woke from the heat.

When she opened her eyes, she was somewhat surprised. She had not expected there to be not a single patient today.

"Remember not to let the wound touch water for the next few days..."

A familiar voice sounded outside, and Xiao Yi Xian could not help freezing for a moment.

The person speaking outside returned to the clinic. Seeing Wu Yong smiling at her, Xiao Yi Xian's pretty face immediately turned red.

What did she mean, no patients? Her Dou Wang friend had treated all the patients for her.

"Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep. Why didn't you wake me? You even had to help me with my work..."

"You were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you. Besides, there weren't many people. It also gave me a chance to review my medical skills."

"Thank you, Wu Yong."

"No need. It was nothing."

Wu Yong sat by the window and had the wind blow the heat out of the room. Once the room had cooled, he took out the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture and silently studied it.

After briefly tidying herself up in the inner room, Xiao Yi Xian came out while drying her hands with a towel.

Xiao Yi Xian curiously leaned close to Wu Yong, blinked, and asked in surprise, "Is that poison?"

"Yes. Medicine and Poison Do Not Separate, after all. Learning about poison can also help with medical skills. And physicians like us do not have the broad network of contacts that Alchemists have. When we encounter danger, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Poison is the best means of self-defense for a physician."

Wu Yong raised his head. His face was less than a foot away from Xiao Yi Xian's pretty face.

Their eyes met. Xiao Yi Xian's cheeks reddened slightly as she nodded, agreeing with Wu Yong's words.

"I won't be staying here much longer. Before I leave, I'll leave this poison scripture with you. Whatever plans you have next, it is always good to keep some poison on hand."

"Ah? That wouldn't be right, would it? We've only known each other for two days."

Xiao Yi Xian felt somewhat embarrassed. Wu Yong had already helped her deal with those annoying people from the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, and she still did not know how to thank him.

"It's only a poison scripture. I only need to memorize it, and I probably won't have much use for it anyway. Compared to me, you need it more."

Hearing Wu Yong say that, Xiao Yi Xian understood what he meant.

He was a Dou Wang. If he truly encountered danger, a poison scripture he had already read would not be much use.

But even so, it was still a very precious gift, especially for Xiao Yi Xian, who was currently only a Dou Zhe.