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The System cackled. [Oh, absolutely. They were a terrible match. Ma Yan hadn't even realized that although his father was getting on in years, his Cultivation made him look like a handsome, slightly refined man in his thirties. Every woman he'd arranged for his father to meet was a Mortal in her fifties. Those matchmaking scenes were beyond words. I'm dying laughing.]

Imagining it, Li Zi covered her mouth and snickered.

The disciples lowered their heads and began discussing it among themselves.

Ma Yan's family wasn't well-off. Since they were fellow disciples, they ought to help however they could.

These disciples came from families that had no shortage of money. Some of their Lineages could even get their hands on hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones.

Things had improved a little for Ma Yan's family, but to them, it was still poor.

Li Zi was enjoying the gossip when she caught sight of the Sect Master approaching with a filthy man.

The System cried out, [It's the Medicine Maniac!]

Every disciple present turned to look at the Medicine Maniac.

The Medicine Maniac was something of a taboo subject in their Sect.

As the Sect Master's own junior martial brother, the Medicine Maniac was a stain on his reputation.

He lived alone year-round, had a strange temperament, and wandered about muttering deranged prescriptions.

He had once asked a female disciple of the Sect for a placenta, saying he needed it for a medicine. Feeling violated and insulted, she had gone crying to the Sect Master to complain.

If he'd achieved anything in his research on Medicinal Pills, that might have been another matter. But after all these years, his research was still going in circles around Third-Grade Medicinal Pills, with nothing to show for it.

As time passed, the Sect's disciples