Heaven Wants Me Dead

"Grinding ink on an inkstone and then using the ink to trace lines over the original book and painting treasures can effectively extend Law Treasure lifespan. The downside is that tracing lines makes it difficult to achieve the original released power!"

Using a special inkstone, Zhang Xuezhou was also repairing and fixing calligraphy models.

Drawing was a simple task for him. Zhang Xuezhou remembered the contents of the calligraphy model clearly, and his hand was steady, so doing some scribbling was indeed easy.

Following Kong Anguo's instructions, he retraced the calligraphy model, and watching the ink seep into the bamboo slips, he felt quite satisfied.

Regardless of whether the calligraphy copybook can be used one or two more times, he has at least taken care of maintaining the Law Treasure.

"Your turn next!"

After finishing the calligraphy practice book, he moved on to the portrait of Sage Kong that he had obtained from the great Confucian scholar Yuan Gu.

The painting treasure had been ruined by the painting demon, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if he could do some appropriate repairs, or even restore it to its original power.

But the worst outcome would only be that Zhang Xuezhou would find it difficult to use this portrait of Sage Kong. Now that he has received such treatment, nothing he does will make things worse.

With a surge of Law Power, Zhang Xuezhou untied the ropes binding the ancient painting.

"It's truly lamentable that a genius like me has been trapped in a painting for countless millennia. Young man, can't you show some respect for your elders? After all, I deserve your respect..."

"Shut up first. I've found a magical inkstone Law Treasure; let's see if it can restore this Law Treasure even a little bit!"

As usual, the painting demon would impersonate someone and chatter on and on. After a series of boastful claims, Zhang Xuezhou stopped the other party from talking.

"I only let you live in this painting because I pitied you. If you think you're trapped here for ten thousand years, find another place to live. I'm not willing to lend you this place," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"No, I still really like it here," the demon murmured. "But can you please let me out normally? I don't like being cooped up in here for so long."

"This isn't the Eastern Heavenly Gate," Zhang Xuezhou warned. "This is Chang'an City. The imperial palace in Chang'an City has a Demon-Revealing Mirror. Don't jump around recklessly, or you'll get reflected in it and die!"

"Hmph, Demon-Revealing Mirror? Isn't it a demon-revealing compass? Is this some new, artificially created treasure from the mortal realm?"

Upon hearing Zhang Xuezhou's words, Hua Yao's grumbling subsided considerably.

"I don't know anything about the Demon-Revealing Mirror, but even the Venerable One of the Xieluosi River Holy Land is unwilling to be exposed to Demon-Revealing Mirror. The Feiyu Demon King was injured by it and didn't recover for several months. A little demon like you would probably be killed by it," Zhang Xuezhou said casually.

"Why did you bring me to a place like this? You're trying to kill me!"

The painting demon wasn't stubborn at all. Hearing Zhang Xuezhou's warning, he grumbled in dissatisfaction and obediently lay back down on the scroll.

"Don't smear this stuff on me, it smells awful... Okay, I understand you want to renovate my place, but could you at least use some decent materials? This cheap stuff doesn't suit my status at all..."

Zhang Xuezhou kept drawing the portrait of Sage Kong from his memory, and the painting demon would occasionally mutter to himself.

"Cousin, Miss Wei is here!"

Only when Rong Tianding was practicing his basic skills in the courtyard, called out did Zhang Xuezhou have no choice but to put down his brush, which was stained with ink.

It must be said that perfectly replicating the portrait of Sage Kong is an extremely difficult task. Zhang Xuezhou felt that his copy looked like a fake no matter how he looked at it.

He kept making changes, and by the time Wei Shao'er arrived, the matter clearly couldn't continue.

"Eastern Scholar!"

A knock came at the door. Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the painting, the ink still wet, and had no choice but to lay it out on the table, telling the painting demon not to mess around.

"Miss Wei, your belly is so big?"

Zhang Xuezhou opened the door to greet them. He was about to complain that Wei Shao'er had come at the worst possible time, but when he saw Wei Shao'er's large pregnant belly, he took back his words.

"I remember your belly wasn't this big ten days ago. The baby in your belly is growing so fast," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Scholar Dongfang? This man reminds me a bit of the doctor who treated me at the inn!"

While Zhang Xuezhou was talking with Wei Shao'er, Chen Zhang, who had accompanied them after finishing their martial arts practice in the evening, looked Zhang Xuezhou up and down, his expression filled with reminiscence.

But his memory was a bit unpleasant; after all, Chen Zhang and Wei Shao'er were so sweet and affectionate that they weren't thinking about anything else.

He felt that Zhang Xuezhou looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.

He finally put aside the matter of confirming Zhang Xuezhou's identity, staring only at Wei Shao'er's face and lower abdomen, his eyes unable to see anything else.

"You mentioned that I should gather three portions each of a hundred-year-old Codonopsis pilosula, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, prepared licorice root, Angelica sinensis, Ligusticum chuanxiong, Paeonia lactiflora, Rehmannia glutinosa, prepared Astragalus membranaceus, and Cinnamomum cassia. I've brought them with me today," Wei Shao'er said in a low voice. "I also brought one hundred taels of gold."

She pointed outside the door, where Zhang Xuezhou saw several burly men holding brocade boxes standing in the snow.

These boxes clearly contained the century-old medicine that Wei Shao'er had mentioned, along with money.

"Chunyu Tiying gave you three days to gather the money, but you've taken a bit too long," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Money is one thing, but these century-old medicinal herbs are very hard to find. It was only thanks to Manager Chen's help these past few days, searching everywhere for people, that we were able to gather all of them." Wei Shao'er asked with difficulty, "Will it have a big impact if we bring them over a little late?"

"It's a bit big," Zhang Xuezhou nodded. "I'll take you to Chunyu Tiying's place and see if she can still help you refine medicine!"

If Wei Shao'er had received the medicine on time, Chunyu Tiying might not have continued arguing with Zheng Wukong.

Now that both of them are in a state where they need to recuperate, they have little energy left for treatment or alchemy.

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to do his best. He waved to Wei Shao'er and then led the way to Zheng Wukong's house next door.

At this moment, Chunyu Tiying was pale and thin, with lifeless eyes. Only the occasional bursts of Law Power she exuded proved that she was trying to save herself. She was nothing like the spirited female doctor she had been just ten days ago.

If Wei Shao'er hadn't seen Chunyu Tiying again, she wouldn't have believed that her doctor was about to die.

"Where is that Dr. Zheng Wukong?" Wei Shao'er asked in surprise.

"His situation is similar," Zhang Xuezhou replied. "If you want to see him, I can take you to the room across the street."

"How so?"

Wei Shao'er found it hard to believe that she had been so unlucky.

It's one thing for a doctor to have patients like Zhang Xuezhou, but the number of doctors in this situation keeps increasing.

She had just listened to Zhang Xuezhou's advice and gone to great lengths to gather what the two doctors needed, when the two doctors immediately looked like they were about to die.

Rao Wei, a child of unwavering character, could only cry out, "Heaven is going to destroy me!"