Wishing for Everything in the World!

Grant wishes for all things in the world with the Virtue Fruit!

Zhao An opened his palm, and with a thought, the Virtue Fruit immediately appeared in his hand.

This tiny fruit contained unimaginable, miraculous power.

"Can it really grant wishes?" Zhao An was skeptical.

"I don't want to be a mortal anymore; I want to cultivate immortality, I want immortal arts!" Zhao An, filled with piety, made his first wish.

"Nine Turns Profound Art."

"Seventy-Two Transformations."

"What about the Great Grade Celestial Immortal Art?"

As if it were only natural, the fruit remained motionless, giving him no feedback whatsoever.

Thus, Zhao An continued to experiment.

"I want a divine weapon, the kind that can split the heavens and open the earth."

"Pangu Axe."

"Immortal Execution Sword."

"Peerless Good Sword."

"Barrett."

"Revolver..."

There was no response.

"I want a peerless martial art, to be invincible under the heavens!"

Zhao An was not surprised that his random attempts failed to yield the results he wanted.

This Virtue Fruit should be useful, but he would need to carefully explore the specific method of activation himself.

"Wish for a Heaven Origin Pill."

After a dozen or so attempts, this time, there was finally feedback.

In Zhao An's mind, a ball of white light emerged, outlining the shape of a pill within, but it only appeared for a fleeting moment before dissolving like a bubble.

Is it because the conditions aren't met... Zhao An thought to himself.

The Heaven Origin Pill was a martial treasure that even Zhou Hu, the leader of the Tiger Head Gang, drooled over; it was extremely precious, and he had once been lucky enough to see one.

It seemed this thing could be wished into existence, but it might require a higher-quality Virtue Fruit to do so.

The white light that had enveloped the Heaven Origin Pill in his mind was clearly a deeper color than the pale white Virtue Fruit he held in his hand.

Zhao An had a better idea now, and he quickly began to make wishes again.

"Wish for the Fierce Tiger Blade Art of Tiger Head Gang leader Zhou Hu."

This time, a ball of white light indeed appeared in his mind again, and inside it was a secret manual.

On the cover, the four characters for Fierce Tiger Blade Art were clearly visible.

"That doesn't work either..."

Zhao An was not discouraged and tried a few more times.

Finally, the Virtue Fruit in his hand changed with a flash of strange light, transforming from an intangible energy body into a tangible, physical object!

Zhao An looked closely and saw that there was now a golden pill in his hand, with pale white characters appearing on its surface.

[Mid-Grade Earth Origin Pill]

"It really worked!"

Zhao An instinctively squeezed the pill, feeling amazed by this feat of creating something out of thin air.

"Wishing really is useful..."

This Earth Origin Pill and the Heaven Origin Pill he had failed to wish for earlier were both major martial arts medicines.

In terms of value, the Heaven Origin Pill was superior to the Earth Origin Pill.

But a single ordinary Earth Origin Pill would cost at least ten taels of silver on the market!

And ten taels of silver were enough to support a family's expenses for an entire year!

Even for a gang leader like Zhao An, ten taels of silver was still a significant sum of money.

Even if he didn't use this Earth Origin Pill, he was happy to have gained ten taels of silver for nothing.

As for the method of wishing, after this round of experimentation, he had also roughly figured it out.

First, wishing was not creation, nor could it be based on wild fantasies.

It had to be something that could exist in this reality, and he needed to have a clear and concrete understanding of the object of his wish before he could obtain it using the Virtue Fruit.

Virtue Fruit also mostly comes in different grades.

The higher the grade, the more exaggerated the miraculous effect of the wish!

"So my ability is to let me slaughter all the wicked people in the world, and if I have the energy left, help out the good people along the way..."

Zhao An held his hand high, pinching the Earth Origin Pill and examining it closely, his heart already gaining a more comprehensive understanding of his unique ability.

"Zhao, Brother Zhao, the physicians have been brought back." Li Gou'er's voice came urgently at this moment.

Zhao An glanced to the side, subconsciously sweeping his gaze over the names above the two people's heads.

Although his two underlings had followed his predecessor in committing many detestable evil deeds, the names above their heads were only gray, not turning into red names.

A gray name represents poor character; they might have some sins on their conscience, but it is not enough to be considered heinous, nor is it a capital offense.

To him, killing those with gray names is useless.

Correspondingly, saving those who do not possess Virtue Fruit is equally meaningless to him.

Zhao An's moral standards are not high; to put it bluntly, only when he sees a benefit will he be willing to meddle in other people's business.

Following behind Li Gou'er and Zhao Chunzi were two scholars dressed in plain, cross-collared long robes with caps on their heads.

With medicine pouches and needle kits hanging from their soap-colored belts and medical chests on their backs, one could tell at a glance that these two were physicians.

But what Zhao An cared about more was the color of the names above their heads.

White, glowing white!

It was truly hard for him not to notice.

The white light was like smoke, rising three feet high!

He had been looking at people along the way, but this was the first time he had seen names that could glow like this!

Without a doubt, these two physicians possessed profound virtuous merits; if transformed into Virtue Fruit, the grade would certainly not be low, at least enough to trade for a decent martial arts manual.

Physicians have benevolent hearts and save the dying and heal the wounded; it is understandable that they possess such merit, Zhao An pondered to himself.

"Well, well, Zhao An, breaking into my clinic, do you believe I'll report you to the authorities to have you arrested?" The physician in the lead pointed at Zhao An, who was sitting in a chair, and spoke with annoyance as soon as she entered.

This physician had eyebrows like paintings, fair and delicate cheeks, and refined, sharp features; there was no doubt she was a woman.

It was just that her attire concealed her figure, making it hard to distinguish if one didn't look at her face.

"Does the physician know me?" Zhao An's tone was calm, and he had no intention of rising from the chair.

The other party's threat of reporting him to the authorities could not intimidate him in the slightest.

"The consultation fee from last time, and the time before that, haven't been paid yet. Now you're pretending not to know me, trying to welsh on the debt?" Meng Wanyi huffed with a cold face while putting down her medical chest.

As soon as Zhao An heard this, it was as if a keyword had been triggered, and several relevant memories from the past surged forth.

There were not many clinics in the outer city, and most were backed by powerful factions; not just anyone could go to see a doctor.

Only this clinic accepted all patients regardless of who they were, and their medical skills were quite good, though the consultation fees were a bit expensive.

Many gang members, including Zhao An's predecessor, would come here whenever they were injured.

Of course, the predecessor lived a life of debauchery, so it was only natural that he couldn't pay the fees.

"You woman, what are you blathering about, wasting time? If you don't heal Brother Zhao's injury, do you believe..." Li Gou'er's ruffian nature flared up, and he was about to act tough on the spot.

As a result, he was kicked to the ground by Zhao An.

"Pay her," Zhao An said calmly.

"Brother Zhao, are we really paying..." Li Gou'er rubbed his buttocks, looking astonished.

Given Zhao An's past character, he would never have done something as honest as paying the bill.

"But we only have the protection money we just collected, and this has to be handed over to the gang leader..." Zhao Chunzi whispered.

"Pay her first," Zhao An said.

He considered this a work-related injury, so it was reasonable for the gang to reimburse the medical expenses.

Besides, if he didn't keep this physician satisfied, he wouldn't feel at ease letting her apply medicine to him.

"Oh..." Zhao Chunzi obediently handed over the money.

"That's more like it." Meng Wanyi accepted the money, her expression finally improving slightly as she began to treat the wound on Zhao An's head.

"Consider yourself lucky; your skull is hard enough that this blow didn't take your life."

"Can you heal it?" Zhao An asked.

"If it were some other quack, I'd guarantee you'd be left with a chronic ailment and a drafty head after the healing. Since you've paid the full fee, let me treat you, and you'll have no future worries." Meng Wanyi huffed lightly.

She spoke with a touch of confidence and pride in her medical skills.

"Then I shall trouble you," Zhao An raised his eyebrows and said.