Chapter 116 The Gentle and Virtuous Shi Heming is Going to Work for Free

The idea popped into my head, and the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Moreover, her master was a diviner, so perhaps she foresaw some possibility, which is why she said that coming to the mortal world would be fruitful.

Then another question arises: how does she find an ancient relic who deliberately conceals his cultivation level and has lived for countless millennia?

Song Yin scratched his head, impressed by this patriarch he had never met before.

Sensing the movement from the fishing rod, Song Yin lifted it and caught another fish.

This prompted Grandpa Cai to turn around repeatedly and ask Song Yin, "Have you practiced?" This girl is amazing; she caught five fish in such a short time!

Old Du snorted and looked at Song Yin: "Maybe she cheated."

Knowing that Ding Yechuan was a cultivator, Du Laotou immediately understood from his conversation with Song Yin that Song Yin was also a cultivator. Therefore, he only dared to complain in a low voice and dared not anger Song Yin.

Song Yin: "If I can detect that Young Master Ding is cheating, he can naturally detect whether I am cheating as well."

This fisherman is really something. He had someone cheat for him without saying a word, but when others caught more fish, he started to suspect them of cheating too.

That petty fisherman, pshaw!

Song Yin stared at the water: "How long has Young Master Ding been living in the capital?"

Ding Yechuan was somewhat surprised, not expecting the other party to take the initiative to start a conversation. "It's been quite a few years."

Song Yin: "Young Master Ding, have you ever met anyone else like us in the capital?"

Ding Yechuan: "I've only met one person in all these years."

Song Yin: "Oh, then you're quite unlucky. I've only been in the capital for a few days and I've already run into Young Master Ding, as well as other people."

Ding Yechuan's hand trembled, and he suddenly looked at Song Yin: "What?"

Madam Qin and Master Cai exchanged flirtatious glances.

Madam Qin: What are they saying? I don't understand.

Grandpa Cai: I don't understand either, but who cares? Let's fish, let's fish, there's hope of winning today.

Old Du stared blankly at the water, but his mind was in turmoil.

There are other cultivators in the capital? Could they all be here to capture Ding Yechuan and take him back?

Ding Yechuan transmitted his voice to the other party: "Who exactly are you, fellow Daoist? Where do you come from?"

Upon hearing the telepathic message, Song Yin replied irrelevantly, also sending a telepathic message: "Fellow Daoist Ding, why have you stayed in the capital for so long?" She wanted to find out the purpose of this group of cultivators staying in the capital first.

Ding Yechuan's expression changed repeatedly.

Does she know what's going on in her life, or does she not?

Ding Yechuan transmitted his voice: "You're not from the Qingxuan Sect?"

Song Yin transmitted her voice: "Could it be that you are a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect?"

Ding Yechuan breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the person before him was not a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect. He transmitted his voice, "Yes."

Song Yin transmitted her voice: "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I have no ill intentions, I am just curious. If it is inconvenient to say, you do not have to answer."

Ding Yechuan pondered what kind of person this was, but unfortunately, he couldn't figure it out.

Receiving no answer, Song Yin simply smiled and caught another fish.

As evening approached, the five fishermen began packing up and heading back.

With no one cheating and Song Yin joining the team, Old Madam Qin and her group easily defeated Old Man Du. Old Master Cai's attitude changed drastically; he chuckled and kept mentioning Song Yin, even inviting her to his residence for dinner.

Song Yin: "No need, Grandpa Cai, we'll go another time when we have the chance. We caught a lot of fish today, so the bucket is quite heavy. I'll help you carry it on the way back."

Madam Qin: "You look rather thin. Do you really have the strength? Perhaps I should send someone to the manor to have the servants bring a carriage over."

Song Yin's response was to pour their fish into a bucket, then easily lift it up, and say, "Let's go."

"Girl, you're really strong, even stronger than your Grandpa Cai." Old Madam Qin was first surprised, then looked on with envy as Song Yin easily lifted the bucket weighing dozens of kilograms.

Grandpa Cai objected: "Praise her if you want, why do you have to criticize me too?"

Madam Qin burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you even have to argue about this? I won't say anything to you next time."

The three of them walked back home, and many people on the way looked into their bucket, which was full of fish. Grandpa Cai walked with his head held high and his chin raised, like a general who had won a battle.

As they approached their doorstep, the elderly couple suddenly lost their smiles and began to feel a headache.

At the entrance of the old couple's house, two magnificent carriages were parked, and a man in his forties stood at the door, accompanied by a richly dressed woman.

"Father, Mother, why don't you take any servants with you when you go out?" A middle-aged man in official robes walked over. "And who is this young lady?"

Song Yin put down the bucket. "Grandma Qin, I'll leave the fish here. You two chat, I'll go inside first."

Old Madam Qin tried to persuade her to stay: "Oh, the fish you caught are still in the bucket."

Song Yin: "You can keep it."

Madam Qin: "What a strange girl."

"Mother!" The middle-aged man called out loudly again when he saw that Madam Qin was ignoring him.

Madam Qin: "Go away, go away. You want to take us back again? Your father and I are not going back. We've worked hard for most of our lives, and we finally have some time to relax. Don't try to bother us."

“I know you don’t want to go back to the old house, so my husband and I brought the children to live with you on this street. There’s no reason for a family to be separated.”

The elderly couple exchanged a glance, both worried and amused. They were worried that with more people around, their peaceful days would be gone; they were amused that their children always cared about them and, knowing they didn't want to go back to the old house, were willing to move out to live with them.

When Song Yin entered the room, she saw that Shi Heming had set out a table full of dishes.

Song Yin: ?

"What are you doing? I have plenty of food in my storage ring."

Shi Heming didn't comb his hair today; instead, it was loose and flowing, with long, black hair cascading down his back like a waterfall. He rolled up his sleeves and placed the soup on the table.

Song Yin: Hiss... She looks so gentle and virtuous.

Song Yin looked at him again and again; the gentle, virtuous, and kind teacher He Ming seemed strangely novel.

Shi Heming noticed that Song Yin's gaze was fixed on him, and he slightly curled the corners of his lips before sitting down next to Song Yin.

"Want to try some?"

Song Yin picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of shrimp, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"Is it tasty?"

Song Yin nodded, swallowed, and said, "Delicious."

Shi Heming: "I learned this from the food cultivators in the sect. It's a pity that the ingredients are all ordinary ingredients from the mortal world. If I had known, I should have prepared some ingredients from the immortal cultivation world that have spiritual energy."

Song Yin: "Eating a little is fine, but why did you decide to cook today?"

"I've suddenly become interested." Shi Heming ladled out a bowl of soup, using his spiritual energy to bring it to a suitable temperature, and placed it beside Song Yin. "How was the fishing today?"

Song Yin: "Speaking of fishing, I encountered another cultivator today. Including you and me, there are now five cultivators in the capital. The fortune teller at the entrance of Doctor Yan's clinic is also a cultivator, probably a divination cultivator. The one I met while fishing is from the Qingxuan Sect. He has his own secrets. After learning that I am not a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, he seemed much more relaxed. I guess he is afraid of encountering a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect."

Shi Heming: "So many cultivators..."

Song Yin: "That's right. Maybe there are even more cultivators hiding in the mortal world. They can hide their cultivation in the city and blend perfectly into the mortal world."

I'll ask Doctor Yan tomorrow if he knows any more cultivators, especially those with high cultivation levels.

After finishing the meal, Song Yin got up to help clear the dishes, but Shi Heming pressed her down.

"I'll take care of it."

As Shi Heming stood up, his long hair gently brushed against the back of Song Yin's hand, and Song Yin casually grabbed a strand of hair.

Shi Heming felt his hair being grabbed by her, and he stood still, letting Song Yin hold his hair.

Seeing this, Song Yin quickly let go of his hand, saying, "Sorry."

Shi Heming shook his head: "It's nothing." He felt a pang of regret; if only he had held on a little longer…

While life was peaceful and comfortable here, someone in another house was deep in thought.

Dr. Yan entered the basement, where candles illuminated the dark space.

He took out the alchemy furnace and kept adding spiritual herbs to refine pills.

The fact that Song Yin and Shi Heming, two Golden Core cultivators, had appeared in the capital city kept nagging at his mind. There were more and more cultivators in the capital city, and he hoped that his peaceful days would not be disrupted.

It's unclear whether Song Yin and Shi Heming will stay for long.

He had no idea whether the sudden appearance of Song Yin, this alchemist, was good or bad for him.

Doctor Yan took out a booklet from his storage bag. The cover had four characters written on it: "Medicine Spring Heart Sutra".

Doctor Yan's real name is Yan Yaochun. He is a practitioner of alchemy. This book, "Yaochun Heart Sutra," records his insights into alchemy. He wrote it down word by word by himself, which took a lot of his energy.

He both wanted to pass on this cultivation technique and wanted to keep it a secret; these two thoughts often clashed in his mind. He took in two apprentices at the Yan Family Medical Hall, but unfortunately, the apprentices were just ordinary people without spiritual roots, so the technique was useless to them.

The two apprentices were ultimately just ordinary people, so he instructed them not to call him master, but simply to address him as Elder Yan.

Doctor Yan picked up his pen and continued compiling the "Medicine Spring Heart Sutra." The fire under the alchemy furnace was still burning, but he didn't pay attention to the size of the fire all the time, because some things had already been engraved in his soul and he no longer needed to be distracted.

After writing a few lines, Doctor Yan suddenly stopped writing. "Wait a minute, didn't I come to the mortal world to live a carefree and comfortable life? Why am I starting to worry again? Never mind, I'll ask Song Yin tomorrow if she wants to come and help out at the clinic. With her there, things will be much easier at the clinic."

In the Du Mansion...

After returning to the mansion, Ding Yechuan went directly to Old Man Du's granddaughter's room.

Every day, Ding Yechuan would check on whether Du Wanjiao, the granddaughter of Old Man Du, was conscious. As an outsider, Ding Yechuan freely entered and exited the young lady's boudoir, and no one dared to say anything.

Ding Yechuan held Du Wanjiao's hand and told her about the events of the day.

"Awan, today I encountered a cultivator from the cultivation world. Fortunately, she is not a fellow disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, otherwise I would have been afraid she would capture me and take me back to the sect."

Ding Yechuan pressed Du Wanjiao's hand against his face. "Wanjiao, do you know that Grandpa lost at fishing today? He came back sullen and said he would go again tomorrow. He doesn't want to lose to Grandpa Cai."

"Ah Wan, you've been asleep for so long. When will you wake up? If you hadn't blocked the attack for me that day, I should be the one lying unconscious in bed."

As Ding Yechuan spoke, hot tears fell onto Du Wanjiao's hand.

Du Wanjiao was a newly arrived Qi Refining cultivator who had only recently joined the Qingxuan Sect. However, she was injured and fell into a coma during a battle. The battle was fierce, with many people seriously injured. One of her fellow disciples even sacrificed himself to save everyone else.

Compared to her fellow disciple who self-destructed, Du Wanjiao's situation is relatively better; at least she has hope of waking up.

Old Man Du didn't take his granddaughter to see Doctor Yan because he knew why she had fallen into a coma and that ordinary doctors couldn't save her.

Old Du came to his granddaughter's room and said to Ding Yechuan inside, "How about we take Awan to see Doctor Yan tomorrow? You heard what Old Cai said today. Maybe that Doctor Yan is no ordinary person and can save Awan?"

Ding Yechuan: "...Okay."

In truth, Ding Yechuan didn't believe in the so-called Divine Doctor Yan. He knew Awan's condition best and had even taken her to see alchemists, but the results were all bad. The reason he agreed to Awan's grandfather's suggestion was simply to make the old man feel better.

At night, different people go to sleep with different worries on their minds.

The next morning at dawn, Dr. Yan's clinic opened as usual.

When Dr. Yan passed by Song Yin's residence, he stopped at the door and knocked.

"Dr. Yan, it's you?" Song Yin was slightly surprised. She thought it was Old Madam Qin and the others who had invited her to go fishing.

The elderly couple are both avid anglers. We chatted a bit more while they were fishing yesterday, and I learned that they go out fishing early every morning whenever the weather is good.

Dr. Yan: "Come to my clinic and lend me a hand, and I'll pay you."

Song Yin: "A few more pieces of silver?"

Doctor Yan: "..."

Doctor Yan: "Ten mid-grade spirit stones a day is a good deal. Shall we do it?"

She's quite wealthy now, would she be tempted by ten mid-grade spirit stones? Of course not!

"Let's go, let's do it."

The spirit stones didn't matter; the main thing was to ask this alchemist who had lived in the mortal realm for a long time about things. So, ten mid-grade spirit stones were practically free money; it was like finding money on the street early in the morning—I was happy.

"Ask Shi Heming if he wants to come along." Doctor Yan still wanted to conscript men; that kid packed up quite quickly.

Song Yin turned and walked inside, saying, "Wait a minute, let me ask for you."

A little while later, Song Yin came out alone. "He's not going."

Dr. Yan didn't ask why; as long as Song Yin could come and help, that was enough.

When Xiaocha and Xiaosong saw Song Yin come to the clinic with Doctor Yan again, they had mixed feelings.

Doctor Yan asked Song Yin, "Can you take a pulse?"

Song Yin: "If you mean simply taking a pulse, I only know a little bit of the basics."

In the world of cultivation, everyone examines their own body or uses spiritual energy to examine the body of others, and then takes the appropriate elixir after drawing a conclusion. The little bit she knows was learned by herself from books.

Doctor Yan: "Then you can continue to prepare the medicine. You're all alone today. If you're too busy, you can ask Xiao Cha or Xiao Song for help."

Xiao Cha and Xiao Song immediately shrank back. They would rather sit and take pulses for a day than stand and dispense medicine for a day.

Song Yin: "Alright, I understand. You can go about your business now."

Xiaocha and Xiaosong: How dare she speak to Old Man Yan like that? Isn't she afraid of being kicked out?

Dr. Yan had no objections whatsoever, fearing that the person who could help would run away halfway.

Many people come to see the doctor every day, and having been preparing medicine for a long time, Song Yin has naturally noticed the subtleties in the prescriptions. Some prescriptions produce medicines with similar effects, but the prices vary greatly. Those who are simply dressed and look like they have been working hard all their lives will have their prescriptions much cheaper; those who look wealthy will naturally have their prescriptions more expensive.

When others are getting their medicine, they always waste time weighing it repeatedly, sometimes weighing the same herb repeatedly. Song Yin is different; she just grabs the right weight with a quick grab, weighs it again to make sure it's correct, and then immediately moves on to the next herb.

"Dr. Yan, the patient is not me, but someone else. I have brought the person here. Could we find a quiet, private place to take their pulse?"

Hearing the familiar voices, Song Yin looked up from her busy work and saw Ding Yechuan and Old Man Du.

Doctor Yan: "Bring your men with you. You two are in charge of Xiao Cha and Xiao Song here."

"Yes, Elder Yan."

When Ding Yechuan entered, he was taken aback to see Song Yin getting medicine. Then, he carried the person in his arms into a room further inside the clinic.

Curious, Song Yin used her spiritual energy to examine the unconscious girl and raised an eyebrow after understanding her physical condition.

Oh ho! These are familiar symptoms! Damage to the soul! And it's very serious damage to the soul. It's necessary to use a sixth-grade soul-repairing pill to repair the soul first, and also to wear rare and precious herbs that are beneficial to the soul at all times to slowly nourish the soul.

Including the girl whose soul was damaged and who fell into a coma, there is one more cultivator from the capital, making a total of six.

Instead of treating such severe symptoms in the cultivation world, Ding Yechuan brought the person back to the mortal realm. I wonder what he was thinking.

Song Yin used her divine sense to observe the situation inside.

Old Man Du: "Dr. Yan, how is my granddaughter? Is there any hope?"

Dr. Yan: "Yes, there is, but it's quite troublesome, and the price is beyond your reach."

Old Man Du: "I still have some assets at home. As long as you can save my granddaughter, I am willing to offer any amount of gold and silver."

Doctor Yan: "Since you seem to know something, I'll be frank. It's not gold or silver, but spirit stones. This young man beside you should know that. Kid, I happen to have a few pills that can save her. They were left over from many years ago. It's up to you whether you can afford the spirit stones."

...

After a while, Dr. Yan came out first.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Yechuan and the others came out, their faces full of worry, and took the unconscious Du Wanjiao back to the mansion.

During the lunch break, Song Yin went up to Doctor Yan and set up a small barrier to prevent their conversation from being overheard.

"Doctor Yan, you've been in the mortal realm for a long time, haven't you?"

Doctor Yan raised an eyelid: "What are you up to now?"

Song Yin pulled up a chair and sat opposite Doctor Yan. "How can you say 'again'! So, did you stay for a long time?"

Doctor Yan: "It's been a long time." What is this girl trying to do?

Song Yin: "Do you know any other cultivators in the mortal realm? Are there many of them?"

Doctor Yan: "If you mean cultivators who have lived in the mortal realm for a long time, there are some, but not many. Why are you asking this?"

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you about someone. A cultivator who lives a very long life and resides in the mortal realm, and must be a male alchemist. Are there any people who meet these criteria?"

Dr. Yan pondered this incessantly, stroking his long beard. "Live a very long life, how long?"

Song Yin: "I've lived for several thousand years without even realizing it." Saying tens of thousands of years is a bit frightening, let's just say several thousand. Those who can live for tens of thousands of years are all powerful figures who have transcended tribulations or reached the Mahayana stage.

Doctor Yan said slowly, "Indeed, there are some who fit the description. In all these years, I have only met one person, who is both far away and right before my eyes."

"Far away, yet so close at hand..." Song Yin's expression changed. Could Doctor Yan be talking about her?

Song Yin: "Dr. Yan, if I may ask, what is your cultivation level?"

Doctor Yan: "Why do you want to know my cultivation level?"

Song Yin: "Curious."

"I won't tell you, I don't want trouble to come knocking on my door." Doctor Yan waved his hand, but then changed his attitude, "I'll tell you if you work for my clinic for free for a year."

Song Yin was speechless: Why don't you listen to what you're saying?

"I can get you some help."

"Yan's Medical Clinic does not accept outsiders."

"Aren't you an apprentice an outsider? Aren't you an accountant an outsider? Aren't you a handyman an outsider?" Song Yin asked three questions in a row.

Doctor Yan: "Tell me first, what do you need to do by asking about my cultivation level?"

Song Yin smiled, "I'm not curious anymore, goodbye."

Doctor Yan: "Will you come to help again tomorrow?"

Song Yin: "I won't help you if you don't tell me."

Dr. Yan: "If you help me for a year, maybe I'll be in a good mood and give you something nice?"

Song Yin: "No need." Even the best things can't compare to a giant spiritual marrow and a Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill?

Doctor Yan was impressed; this guy was unpredictable. According to his explanation, any young cultivator would know there was definitely an opportunity inside, perhaps even an unexpected gain. But Song Yin? She was completely unmoved!

Doctor Yan released his unique aura, unique to his realm, directly at Song Yin.

The chair Song Yin was sitting on shattered into pieces instantly, and she herself couldn't withstand it and knelt on one knee. Her pupils suddenly contracted, feeling the immense pressure!

"A mere Golden Core cultivator constantly provoking a Nascent Soul cultivator, you've got some nerve, to say the least." Doctor Yan slowly withdrew his oppressive aura upon seeing her pale face and sweat beading on her forehead.

Damn it, how could there be a Nascent Soul stage alchemist hiding in the capital?!

However, the answer I wanted is already known.

Could he be the founder?

The idea was rejected by Song Yin as soon as it came up.

He couldn't possibly be the founder. Although the Nascent Soul stage is very strong, the founder of Danque Peak couldn't have only been at the Nascent Soul stage.

The patriarch lived for countless millennia, while the lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator is at most five thousand years, so he definitely isn't one.

At this moment, Xiaocha saw that Song Yin's chair had fallen apart. She called over a servant and asked him to replace Song Yin's chair with a new one and clean up the wood while he was at it.

Song Yin stood up. "It was my fault for being so rude just now. Thank you for your leniency, senior."

Doctor Yan picked up his teacup again, took a sip, and slowly said, "Remember to work for me for free for a year."

Song Yin: No, hehe :(

"I didn't agree to your request just now, which was somewhat like forcing you to buy or sell."

Doctor Yan showed no shame in bullying the weak, and said with a smile, "Even if it's a forced sale, you can't escape unless you can beat me."

...

Song Yin returned from the clinic in the evening, looking sullen.

Upon seeing Shi Heming, Song Yin said weakly, "We'll have to stay in the capital for at least a year."

"What happened?" The person who left home happily in the morning returned looking listless.

Song Yin: "I asked Doctor Yan about his cultivation level out of curiosity, and ended up getting myself into trouble. I have to work for Yan's Medical Clinic for free for a year. It's too late to run away unless we beat him. By the way, he's in the Nascent Soul stage."

Shi Heming frowned. "If you don't want to go to the clinic, we can still try our best. It's not like we haven't tried to outmaneuver others before."

Song Yin: "For such a trivial matter, would you risk your life to plot against someone? Forget it, it's just a year of unpaid work, fine, I'll go."

Whether someone works diligently or tries to slack off is beyond his control. :)

Song Yin decided that from now on, she would learn from her best friend's excellent habits and learn to slack off and do nothing whenever she could find a spare moment.

Before that, Song Yin was in her room, and then she used the communication stone to contact her grandmaster.

"Grandmaster, do you know how much cultivation our Grandmaster possessed?"

Lou Shuhe, who was purifying her spiritual essence, noticed a movement on the communication stone. As soon as she took it out, Song Yin's voice came through.

Lou Shuhe: "Before our patriarch left, his cultivation had already reached the Mahayana stage. What did you find out in the mortal realm?"

Song Yin shared her thoughts with her grandmaster.

After listening, Lou Shuhe said, "It's unlikely that he's hiding in the mortal realm. In fact, after searching for ten thousand years without any results, the successive peak masters have also wondered if the ancestor might have fallen into some small world and couldn't come back, which is why they can't find him."

That's right, there's not only the Xuan Tian Realm, but also other smaller worlds.

But if we don't report it now, when will we?

"Grandmaster~ I've been bullied." The word "Grandmaster" was drawn out for a long time.

"There are people in the mortal realm who can bully you?" Lou Shuhe found it intriguing.

Song Yin skillfully started blabbing and complaining.

After listening, Lou Shuhe said, "...His surname is Yan? He should be Yao Chunjun, a Nascent Soul stage alchemist who disappeared more than a hundred years ago. His real name is Yan Yaochun. It's not all bad to follow him. He is a kind person who doesn't like deceit and treachery. You can just speak your mind when you're with him. It's normal for him to hide in the mortal world to find peace and quiet."

"But you also intend to stay, right? If you really didn't want to, you would refuse no matter what, given your temperament."

Song Yin: "Hehe, I still can't hide it from my grandmaster. By the way, grandmaster, what's the situation in the cultivation world now? Are they still looking for rogue cultivators?"

Lou Shuhe: "It's completely chaotic. People are searching for spiritual marrow everywhere. People who didn't believe in giant spiritual marrow before are gradually starting to believe and search for it because of the influence of those around them. Many disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect have applied to go out for training, and Han Changyu and Yu Lin, whom you recruited, have also applied for training."

Song Yin: "Do we really have to stay for five years? Can't we stay for four?"

Lou Shuhe thought of the result of that divination back then and revealed a meaningful smile: "Enjoy life in the mortal world. You can't rush things."

After the call ended, she put away the communication stone.

Just then, Lou Shuhe noticed a red rope on the table next to her. She picked it up and quickly tied a love knot with her nimble fingers.

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Author's note: At this moment, Doctor Yan had no idea that he had just recruited a patriarch.

Qi Zibo, far away in the world of cultivation, burst into laughter: Hahahahahahahahahaha!

Preview: In the next chapter, we'll finally see through someone's intentions! Their "good" days are about to begin! [Facepalm and peek]

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[Empty bowl]