The pockmarked girl was so startled that her voice turned slightly hoarse, losing its earlier crispness.
For a moment, she forgot that her arm was broken and sprang to her feet.
Her body swayed to one side, and her left leg went limp, unable to support her any longer. She was about to plunge headfirst into the bowl of vegetables.
Lu Wu-bing frowned deeply and took a swift step forward.
Using his fingers as a sword, he lightly tapped her shoulder and pressed her back into place.
"Your arm is broken, so rest properly... Let me take a look. No, it looks like your left leg is broken too."
In his previous life, Lu Wu-bing had been an old office drone weathered by life. He was familiar with hauling bricks and writing code, but treating illnesses and saving lives—he truly knew nothing about that.
However, this body had been taught medicinal theory and acupuncture from childhood by his father, a divine physician. It had also cultivated the unique medical art [Six Yang Divine Needles] for eight years, so its foundation was quite solid.
Although the patients at the family clinic were never treated by him, the pampered young master.
Through constant exposure, he had seen quite a few difficult and complicated cases.
Lu Changfeng would sometimes recount some of his proud cases as conversation after tea and meals.
To the original Lu Wu-bing, who had never been very interested in medicine, those things had merely been his old father's tedious ramblings whenever he was bored.
But to him now, every time he recalled one of those teachings, he felt he gained greatly from it.
Just a few days ago, I thought this was transmigration. Now it seems it wasn't that simple.
Perhaps I didn't transmigrate ten-odd days ago, but sixteen years ago.
It was only that I hadn't awakened from the mystery of the womb before then, and remembered none of my previous life's experiences.
Once I awakened, the two sets of memories, two ways of thinking, and the knowledge and experience of two lifetimes all converged together.
At the same time, it was also the superposition of two spiritual powers.
The thought flashed through Lu Wu-bing's mind.
He thought that perhaps this was the origin of the legendary "innate wisdom."
He had heard that some people were born with talents and insight far beyond ordinary people. The world guessed that it was brilliance brought out of the womb.
It was very likely much like his own situation.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain why his spiritual power was so much more vigorous and formidable than that of ordinary people.
At the very least, it was far stronger than Senior Sister Xiaolan's.
He was not an idiot.
Although Senior Sister Xiaolan liked to boast about how effortless and easy it was for her to cultivate inner force.
After spending so many days with her, Lu Wu-bing had long since observed the truth.
Senior Sister Xiaolan actually spent less than half as much time cultivating inner force as he did.
It was not that she was not diligent, but that her spiritual power could only sustain the circulation of inner breath for so long.
Any longer, and she could not hold on.
"Let me look at your injuries."
Lu Wu-bing bore no ill will toward the pockmarked girl. Instead, he felt some pity for her.
Perhaps she did not know that her Senior Sister Xuan Yi had already died at the hands of the mountain bandits.
She might have escaped on the day the bandits surrounded and attacked them. After getting separated from her senior sister, she had crossed Hengshan alone according to their earlier agreement. Yet the moment she emerged from the mountains, she had been captured by the flower-plucking fiend.
How bitter was her fate?
Had Senior Sister Xiaolan not happened to want to enter the roadside inn to take a look and gather some news.
Her fate was easy to imagine—it would have been miserable beyond words.
As he spoke, Lu Wu-bing pulled up the pockmarked girl's sleeve, revealing an arm as fair and tender as lotus root.
After glancing at her elbow, Lu Wu-bing let out a breath of relief.
It was only dislocated. That was good.
If the bone had truly been snapped clean through, it would have been much harder to treat.
"Don't touch me."
The pockmarked girl's eyes widened. Having someone directly see the skin of her arm, she was overcome with shame and anger.
Ouyang Lan was displeased.
She had been displeased for quite some time... This person before them had been shrieking and making a scene, and her mouth was unbelievably foul.
Look at this—her junior brother had saved her, and now he kindly wanted to treat her injuries, yet she actually snapped at him.
There was truly no one else like her.
"Just what kind of beauty that topples kingdoms do you think you are? Acting so full of yourself... 'Don't touch me,' my ass. Where's your brain? Can't you see he's treating you?"
As she spoke, she reached out and pinched the pockmarked girl's ear, where the color of the skin was abnormal and wrinkled.
Rip...
A thin mask was torn away like a sheet of paper.
"Eh!"
Soft cries rose from all around.
"I knew it—she was wearing a mask.
"Though that great flower-plucking fiend Blood Butterfly is fierce and cruel, ruthlessly destroying flowers, he only ever targets beauties...
"I was wondering before why he had been scolded into not daring to act rashly by such an incomparably ugly, pockmarked woman, and why he had not been in a hurry to make his move.
"So it turns out that there really are people whose looks alone make one unable to bear harming them."
"Yes, yes. With this young lady's looks, plenty of people would weep and beg to serve her if she walked down the street, just for the chance to taste her fragrance."
"Stop dreaming. With such beauty and bearing, people would believe it if you said she had been raised in the imperial palace since childhood.
"You mud-legged peasants should count yourselves blessed beyond measure just to look at her twice."
After drinking several cups of yellow brew, such coarse men were habitually unable to control their mouths, judging and commenting on her appearance.
Cries of amazement rose one after another.
It was no wonder they had not seen much of the world.
The pockmarked girl's true appearance was simply astonishing.
Her face shone like the moon, with curved brows, delicate lips, and a faint furrow between her brows.
That pitiable appearance was enough to make one's heart ache to the marrow.
Even the dirty apricot-colored robe on her body, whose true color could barely be made out, seemed like a feathered rainbow gown.
It could only be said that, no matter the era, this was a world that judged by faces.
If one was ugly, then even dressed in master-tailored finery, one was still a monkey in a hat, laughable beyond measure.
But if one was truly beautiful.
Even draped in a burlap sack, one could walk with the air of an international supermodel.
Making people yearn for her beyond measure.
Though she looked like a little girl not yet sixteen, she already possessed that sort of charm.
Of course, only so long as she did not open her mouth.
Lu Wu-bing also looked at the girl in surprise, only to hear her spew fragrant words.
"Look at yourselves, one after another—short, ugly, and pathetic, with faces like pigs. Where are your eyes? If you want to stare, go home and look at your mothers."
"You..."
The many diners in the inn were so furious that steam nearly rose from their heads. Clearly, they had been cursed into a full-blown rage.
If Lu Wu-bing's swift and vicious swordsmanship—and the lingering intimidation of his single sword strike that had gelded the great flower-plucking fiend—had not still been fresh in their minds.
They would have rushed forward to reason with the little girl, cursing her until she could not take care of herself.
The girl's phoenix eyes swept over them, her face full of contempt.
Her disdain overflowed from every expression.
It was especially infuriating.
She also seemed to know that she could not offend the physician.
This time, she secretly glanced at Lu Wu-bing and did not dare curse him again.
Instead, she aimed her firepower at everyone else.
Having gained the upper hand, she refused to let them off.
"Lost your nerve, have you? If I were insulted like this, I would naturally rush forward and fight.
"But what about you? You clearly recognized that flower-plucking fiend earlier, yet you did not dare join forces to attack him. You could only watch helplessly as he escaped.
"Each of you carries blades and swords, broad and burly, and not lacking in martial skill. So how did you grow such mouse hearts?
"No, comparing you to mice would be insulting mice. You're simply a bunch of spineless cowards with no balls."
"Wah, yah, yah!"
Everyone in the inn was so furious that the Three Corpse Gods leaped in rage and smoke rose from their five viscera.
Several of them even had bloodshot eyes.
They clenched their weapons until they creaked.
Even Ouyang Lan was somewhat stunned. For some reason, the little resentment she had held toward the girl quietly dissipated.
At least when the girl had cursed the two of them, she had not been this vicious.
It seemed she had still shown some restraint.
"Aren't you afraid they'll beat you to death for talking like that?"
"I'm not afraid. Big Sister will protect me, won't she?"
The girl smiled slyly.
It was as though the tears that had poured down her face earlier had belonged to someone else.
She shifted between tears and laughter with such natural ease that nobody could tell whether she was truly sad or not.
"Hmph, I don't know you."
"But I know you, Senior Sister. And this handsome little Senior Brother will definitely help me too, right?
"Even if you don't do it for my sake, you'll do it for my aunt's."
"Who is your aunt?"
Lu Wu-bing was baffled.
He was certain that he had never interacted with this girl. The original owner of this body had stayed in Jiangzhou all his life and rarely dealt with people of the martial world.
"Senior Sister Ouyang knows her. My aunt even taught her a few unarmed techniques. Those techniques are precisely my family's direct inheritance."
Clearly, the little girl had already guessed Ouyang Lan's identity.
"Let's go!"
The instant she heard that, Ouyang Lan hurriedly gave her junior brother a meaningful look.
The two supported the foul-mouthed little girl and swiftly left.
Drinking, food—everything had been utterly forgotten.
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