Chaoyang County, Zhang Mansion.
Sunlight streamed through the windows of the main hall, illuminating the four gilded characters "Miraculous Healing Hands" hanging in the center. Zhang Jing stood quietly at the doorway, clutching an ancient book tightly in his hand, as if it were a part of his very being.
His gaze was fixed on the four large characters above his head, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, and he stood silently for a long time.
After a long while, he seemed to make a difficult decision. He took a deep breath, gripped the ancient book in his hand, and slowly turned and walked into the study.
A faint smell of medicine filled the study, and sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Zhang Jing walked to the armchair, slowly sat down, placed the ancient book on the table, and gently opened it.
The pages of the ancient book were yellowed, the marks of time clearly visible. Zhang Jing's gaze fell on one of the pages, on which were written the four characters "Bloodline Resonance".
This "Fragment of the Immortality Scroll" was a precious treasure passed down to him privately by his master. It contained countless secrets and wisdom, and was a legacy of their sect. After his master's death, this secret remained known only to him.
Li Liang was expelled from the sect because he coveted his master's "Fragment of the Immortal Scroll" and because of his bad character.
Zhang Jing gently stroked the pages of the ancient book, his thoughts drifting back to that stormy night.
Master's aged yet firm voice echoed in my ears: "Jing'er, this 'Longevity Fragment Scroll' is a closely guarded secret of our sect. The 'Bloodline Resonance' technique within it is an extreme method for blood transfusion and rebirth, defying fate."
But remember, this method is extremely dangerous. The slightest mistake could kill both the practitioner and the recipient. I entrust this scroll to you in the hope that you will use your compassionate heart and skillful techniques to help and save people, rather than recklessly pursuing the elusive path of immortality.
"Master, Jing'er will remember your teachings!" Zhang Jing wept bitterly, took the ancient scroll with both hands, and made a solemn vow in his heart that he would live up to his master's trust and use his medical skills to benefit all living beings.
Over the years, he has always kept his master's instructions in mind and never used the "bloodline resonance" technique.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing looked up at a portrait hanging in the study. The woman in the painting had eight or nine parts similarity in features to Zhang Wan, and her expression was serene.
"Ten years have passed since you left me in the blink of an eye," he murmured, his eyes unconsciously welling up with tears. "Will you blame me for not using the blood transfusion to extend your life back then?"
No one answered Zhang Jing's question in the empty room.
"You will understand my decision, right, Tang'er?" Zhang Jing murmured his wife's name, talking to himself, "Although Zhizhi is not our biological niece, Wan'er has raised her as her own daughter all these years. She is now the Empress of Yun Dynasty, a promising woman. As for Zhang'er, he is our nephew. In his lineage, some have died, some have fled, and only he remains."
He paused, then continued, "Zhang'er's influence in the Yun Dynasty is now deeply entrenched. If he dies, our forces will suffer a severe blow. The Yun Dynasty's hard-won peace will crumble again. Our Great Xuan is closely connected to the Yun Dynasty, and we will inevitably be affected. Everyone must die, but he cannot die now..."
“Father.” A woman stood backlit at the doorway, her features bearing a striking resemblance to the woman in the painting.
Zhang Jing gazed at the woman standing at the door, and for a moment, he seemed to see his wife who had been dead for ten years. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Tang'er, you're back?"
“Father.” Zhang Wan strode in and sat down beside Zhang Jing. She looked around and asked in confusion, “Where are the servants who usually attend to you? I’ve only seen a few sweepers along the way. Where are the maids who usually serve you?”
"I gave them indentures and sent them away," Zhang Jing replied casually.
"Father, has something happened to you?"
"Wan'er, your father needs your help with something."
Zhang Wan looked at Zhang Jing suspiciously, then grabbed his wrist and took his pulse without saying a word. She found that his pulse was strong and didn't seem to be sick.
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