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"Did you say you've already reached Warrior Definition?" A slightly tall and thin boy stared at Ye Tian with a look of surprise.
"I didn't just say it; I've said it five times!" Ye Tian replied, feeling helpless and regretting, "If I had known, I wouldn't have told them."
Ye Tian was currently in a teahouse in the market. Surrounding him were seven boys of similar age, all staring at him with eyes wide open as if they had discovered a monster, their expressions filled with disbelief.
The boy who had just spoken, Tall and Slim Boy, was Leng Ping, the son of Cold Family's third master, Leng Bo Feng. Just three days ago, he had finally entered the ranks of Eight-Dan Martial Artist.
"The transition from Nine-Dan Warrior to Warrior Definition is quite a bottleneck. My father took six months to break through, and even that was considered fast in our Cold Family," Leng Ping paused before continuing, "You truly deserve to be called a genius."
As Leng Ping spoke, the others also showed expressions of deep envy.
"I... this... oh right!" Ye Tian suddenly seemed to remember something. After glancing around at everyone, he asked, "Why are you all out playing again? Have you practiced the Jujutsu I taught you?"
It turned out that it had been eight days since Ye Tian successfully broke through to Warrior Definition. During this time, he had reached the late stage of A First-Dan Warrior using his already proficient resonance cultivation method. In this period, these friends had come to him multiple times to complain about their struggles with bottlenecks and feeling insufficient in their physical responses.
Faced with their various problems, Ye Tian truly felt powerless. If he told them the truth—that his rapid progress was due to using the spirit medicine advocated by Spirit Sect, they would likely explode in outrage. However, if he didn't tell them, it would seem like he was being petty and afraid of being surpassed by them. So after much thought, Ye Tian decided to teach them Jujutsu, but naturally omitted any mention of using Mulberry Herb in conjunction with it; he only shared the practice methods of Jujutsu.
To be honest, if there weren't such an irreconcilable relationship between Martial Sovereign and Spirit Sect, Ye Tian would have been very willing to share his cultivation methods with everyone. Since entering the Cold Family, aside from people like Leng Yong and Cold Wu, the legitimate descendants of the Cold Family had treated him quite well. They hadn't shown any signs of exclusion when he first joined.
However, one thing is one thing; his understanding of spirit medicine couldn't be casually revealed. Once this matter came to light, he could very well be seen as a spy for Spirit Sect, infiltrating the lowest ranks of Martial Sovereign. Although those in Martial Sovereign engaged in daily power struggles among themselves, when facing external enemies, they could definitely set aside personal grievances and unite against a common foe. At that point, it would be hard to explain himself; even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't cleanse his name.
"I'm practicing! You wouldn't believe it; after practicing these past few days, I feel like my bones and muscles are full of elasticity!" Leng Ping was the first to speak up. Among them, he was the most diligent and had been practicing diligently. However, without the assistance of Mulberry Herb, even if he mastered Jujutsu, he wouldn't reach the level of Ye Tian.
"That's great! Keep practicing! Although this method may not seem miraculous at first glance, it greatly helps with your body's endurance," Ye Tian nodded and smiled encouragingly at Leng Ping.
Speaking of legitimate juniors from the Cold Family, aside from Cold Frost and Cold Moon, it was mainly Leng Ping who got along well with him; most of their fun activities were done together. Of course, this doesn't mean that Ye Tian didn't have a good relationship with Cold Yang. It's just that while young, Cold Yang was astute and capable; although not old, he handled matters flawlessly. Such a versatile person didn't quite match up with Ye Tian's personality. Therefore, they only respected each other without any shared experiences for fun.
At this moment, upon hearing that practicing Jujutsu was effective for him from Leng Ping, the others felt regretful.
On that day, when Ye Tian was teaching Jujutsu, they were all present. However, after seeing that Jujutsu consisted only of some simple movements, they lost interest. To avoid embarrassing Ye Tian, they half-heartedly practiced a few times before making excuses to run off and have fun.
"Ye Tian, do you want to teach us again..." a Thick-Browed Youth asked shyly.
"Oh, it's fine. I knew you wouldn't take Jujutsu seriously unless you saw results. I'll draw a manual for you tomorrow, and you can practice from it," Ye Tian said casually, not taking the matter to heart.
"Thank you so much! You're really generous!" The Thick-Browed Youth showed a look of shame on his face. He had thought Ye Tian would stop teaching them due to their initial disdain, but unexpectedly, Ye Tian not only brushed it off but also planned to spend time creating a manual for everyone.
Touched by this gesture, the group of youths hurriedly pooled together money for tea and insisted on taking Ye Tian to a tavern for a good drink.
Ye Tian had no interest in getting drunk; his last experience with alcohol had left him sleeping for a long time, and even after waking up, his mind was still foggy. It was truly unnecessary suffering.
However, since these friends sincerely invited him, he could not refuse and had no choice but to follow them to the tavern.
Walking through the market, Ye Tian once again became the center of attention. News of his Two Days Nine Seals and defeating Leng Yong spread quickly and had become one of the hottest topics among the locals.
"Let's hurry and find a place to go in; I can't stand listening to this anymore," Ye Tian said helplessly. The versions he heard were already quite different from what actually happened; Two Days Nine Seals had turned into mastering Nine Seals within an incense stick's time, and defeating Leng Yong had somehow become defeating Cold Wu...
"Haha, you don't enjoy it? If it were me, I'd sit here all day and bask in the admiration of thousands!" The Thick-Browed Youth nudged Ye Tian enviously.
"Leng Ji, stop making sarcastic remarks," Ye Tian shot him a glance and pointed at a tavern ahead. "Let's go there."
"Alright!" The one treating this time was the Thick-Browed Leng Ji, so he readily agreed and led the way inside.
Ye Tian walked alongside Leng Ping, and just as they were about to enter the tavern, an eye-catching notice above a nearby apothecary shop caught Ye Tian's attention.
"Leng Ping, you guys go ahead; I'll be right back."
"Hey, what are you going to do?" Leng Ping grabbed Ye Tian.
"You know I can't handle alcohol well; I'm going to buy something to sober up," Ye Tian patted Leng Ping's shoulder and whispered.
Leng Ping smiled helplessly upon hearing this, implying that such a great talent would still try to play tricks when it came to drinking. However, despite his thoughts, he did not stop Ye Tian, who after explaining himself to the crowd, went off alone.
After watching everyone enter the tavern, Ye Tian approached the notice board and examined it closely.
"Son suffers from a strange illness, unresponsive and motionless like a plant. A reward of a thousand taels is offered for anyone capable of saving him."
Ye Tian read it in his mind, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately decided to enter the building.
Upon entering, a strong herbal scent hit him. The pharmacy was quiet with no customers, only the Boss behind the counter wearing a worried expression and sighing continuously.
"Boss, you put up that notice outside, right?" Ye Tian asked cautiously, noticing the Boss's troubled demeanor likely stemmed from concern for his son's condition.
The Boss looked up at Ye Tian and showed a hint of surprise on his plump face. "Young master, you are that genius, right?"
Faced with such a response from the pharmacy Boss, Ye Tian was at a loss for words.
"Oh dear, look at me. Come in, please have a seat." The pharmacy Boss realized his earlier mistake and walked out from behind the counter with an apologetic expression, leading Ye Tian to a seat.
"I shouldn't have asked who could answer that. What I meant to ask was if you are Ye Tian," the Boss added.
"Yes, that's correct. Uncle, you put up that notice, right?" Ye Tian adjusted his address, feeling that calling him 'Uncle' was more appropriate.
"Alas!" The pharmacy Boss sighed heavily and said mournfully, "To be honest, my son went hunting in the Heavenly Shadow Mountain Range some days ago. When he returned, he kept complaining about pain in his hand. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but half an hour later he fell unconscious. Although his pulse and heartbeat were still present, he was like a dead man—silent and motionless. It has been over half a month now!"
Hearing this, Ye Tian felt a stir in his heart; he had indeed come to the right place. The pharmacy Boss's son must have been bitten by a creature known as the Red Sand Bug, which explained his symptoms.
Ye Tian had also been bitten by this Red Sand Bug before but had discovered it in time and found an antidote; thus he suffered no serious harm. However, after learning about the dangers of the Red Sand Bug, he broke into a cold sweat. According to records in the Spiritual Treasure Compendium, although the Red Sand Bug belonged to the insect category, it was classified as a Yellow Rank second-tier beast. If one was bitten and could not find an antidote in time, they would likely end up as a living dead person—alive yet unable to truly live or die completely.
Since the Red Sand Bug was quite common, Ye Tian always kept antidotes on hand. Now seemed like the perfect time to use them.
"Young Master Leaf," the pharmacy Boss lamented, "as a healer myself, I can't even tell what illness my son has. Sigh! I really don't want to live anymore!" The pharmacy Boss sighed heavily and began to wipe away tears.
"Uncle, to be honest, I can save him, but I have one request." Ye Tian hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to help.
The pharmacy Boss was taken aback by this and then showed a look of joy, saying, "If Leaf Young Master can truly save my Son, then I will agree to any request, even if it's ten thousand of them."
In truth, the pharmacy Boss did not fully believe Ye Tian's words. Although he was a genius, he was still a martial artist. After practicing medicine for over fifty years, he had never been able to identify such a strange illness; how could a mere martial artist possibly cure it?
Despite these thoughts, facing the situation where no one had come to treat the illness after half a month of posting notices, he could only hope for a miracle.
"My request is very simple: this matter must not be spread." Compared to treating Cold Frost, the gossip of common people was far too unreliable. If this Boss were to spread the news, it could turn into something entirely different, perhaps even claiming that he was a Spirit Sect alchemist.
"Is that all?" The pharmacy Boss asked in surprise, thinking Ye Tian would demand something extravagant like several thousand taels of gold.
"That's it!" Ye Tian replied with a calm smile and continued, "Please step outside for now. I will call you in once I have treated him."
The reason for sending the pharmacy Boss away was that he feared the Boss might create complications upon seeing how easily he treated an illness that had stumped him for so long.
The pharmacy Boss hesitated for a moment but eventually turned and entered the Inner Hall.
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