This is unreasonable.
Sixty years ago, the concentration of spiritual energy throughout the Qingling Realm rose to a new level. Many cultivators seized this opportunity to advance to a higher level. Those who could have ascended, even if they encountered something due to the changes that occurred sixty years ago, should not remain where they are.
But Yue Hanshan has not yet ascended to heaven. She is still the city lord of Shanhai City and her reputation is on the rise.
However, the heroine of the original book, Fairy Luoyue, has disappeared. After vague inquiries, it seems that she has really ascended to heaven.
With this in mind, one day while drinking tea in a passing market, Zhao Liuli asked the green-robed monk, "Master, has anyone in our Qingling Realm ascended to heaven in the past hundred years?"
"Ascend?" The green-robed monk was thinking about something else and casually dismissed Zhao Liuli: "How can it be that easy?"
Someone nearby was drinking tea, and after hearing Zhao Liuli's childish chatter, he casually replied, "Of course there are people who ascend to the heavens. Not to mention the distant past, in the past few decades, someone has successfully transcended the tribulation."
Zhao Liuli opened her eyes wide and pretended to be curious: "Which powerful person is it?"
Zhao Liuli's appearance greatly satisfied the tea-drinking monk's desire to educate others, so he naturally said, "Fairy Luoyue." After that, he took a sip of tea and began to talk slowly, describing the scene of Fairy Luoyue's ascension as if he had seen it himself.
After leaving the teahouse, Zhao Liuli followed the green-robed monk and asked again with wide eyes, "Master, have you ever seen the ascended Falling Moon Fairy?"
The green-robed monk reached out and rubbed Zhao Liuli's head. "Don't be so weird to me."
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The Qingling Realm is vast, and news spreads very slowly.
But as she traveled from one market to another, rumors about the treatment station spread wherever she went.
More and more shuttles were following the Three Thousand Worlds. Some were temporary members of certain chambers of commerce. Others were cultivators from all walks of life waiting in line. Later on, some chambers of commerce even developed shuttles specifically for passengers, following behind the treatment stations, specifically for those seeking medical treatment.
During the flight, the number of shuttles around the Three Thousand Worlds increased, and there were also many monks. However, within the Three Thousand Worlds, apart from Eryi and her dozen or so employees, there were few people most of the time.
This is because a small rule has gradually formed among the monks who go to the treatment station to seek medical treatment.
Unless they have something to do or need to purchase certain spells cast by Er Yi, they basically will not enter the treatment station.
It was already a blessing to be healed by a powerful person, how could he also use her flying magic tool to play and live in it.
In this way, the team grew larger and larger, and eventually even those on the ground could see them. The entire array of shuttles had already formed a faint spirit gathering array.
Because the cargo shuttles of the various chambers of commerce fly together with the treatment stations, a small phenomenon has also occurred in various large and small towns - they will prepare for the arrival of the treatment stations at least a week in advance.
After all, on this day, not only would the Healing Post come, but the various Chambers of Commerce would also be restocking their stock. The local market's specialties, thanks to the monks who followed the Healing Post, became especially popular.
Because of this effect, monks living near the market will also choose to go to the market to exchange things on this day.
If a small place wants to do business or find something rare, the key is the one or two days of stay at the treatment station.
As a result, the name of the treatment station finally reached the ears of some old friends.
After passing through many markets, Eryi also learned about the deeds of certain people. All the old friends who left the Wulin plane came to the Qingling Realm.
There is just a slight difference in time. Half a year has passed in the Wulin plane, but these people have already spent sixty years in the Qingling world.
The only exception is Yue Hanshan, who is at least two thousand years old and seems to have been here from the beginning to the end.
Although the Healing Station has a great reputation, even with the promotion of the Treasure Pavilion, the effects of the spells sound fake.
Some places are willing to buy into it, while some places where there are already many medical practitioners have different opinions.
There is a large market town in the center of Beishan Prefecture. Nearby there is a large sect, three second-rate sects, and countless small sects.
This area is also the place with the largest number of alchemists and medical practitioners in the entire Qingling Realm.
People were not enthusiastic about the coming of the treatment station, but instead began to speculate whether it would exist.
After hearing rumors in the market, several immortal cultivators in white Taoist robes returned to a pavilion in the valley where they were and told what they had heard from outside.
"I heard that a powerful medical practitioner has appeared recently, and he has many medical methods that we have never heard of."
"I also heard it when I returned just now," one of the tall monks shook his head. "No matter how powerful they are, can they compare to our master and uncle?"
"They're not just medical practitioners; they've modified nearly half of the Qingling Realm's alchemy formulas and created several medicinal baths of their own. They've also mastered the preparation of elixirs, making them unmatched by ordinary medical practitioners." Even renowned alchemists sought their advice. If we ignore their cultivation level and only consider the sophistication of their alchemy and medical techniques, their sect would undoubtedly be number one in the world of cultivation.
"The other uncles are also formidable, but Uncle Xi is even more so. If it weren't for her powerful poison techniques, medical practitioners like us wouldn't be able to evade the clutches of ordinary cultivators, and would ultimately suffer the same fate as that cauldron." The disciple who spoke was filled with pride. "In the past, I would have never chosen the medical path."
“But I heard that it was a powerful out-of-body experience.”
There was a formation in the valley, so the disciple wasn't afraid of being overheard. "Maybe he's a powerful cultivator who switched to medicine midway through his career. If there really was such a powerful cultivator, how could he have been unknown before?"
"Perhaps, it's possible that, as those cultivators outside have guessed, this is actually a demonic cultivator, and those chambers of commerce have been controlled."
As they were talking, they saw Uncle Xi, who was mentioned by several people, leading a Jindan cultivator out of the alchemy room in the valley.
Seeing several people gathered together to talk about something, Xi Xue frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Did you hear some rumors outside again? Have you memorized the pharmacopoeia I asked you to recite?"
Several disciples' backs shuddered, and they stood in unison in an instant. Their Senior Sister Xi was very powerful, not because of her cultivation, but because she was extremely fierce. All the disciples in the valley were afraid of her.
The Jindan cultivator nearby was amused by the way they acted. "Fellow Daoist Xi is quite strict," he said, turning to the disciples and asking, "What did you just say? Tell your uncle about it."
One of the disciples carefully observed the expression of their uncle: "We just came back from collecting elixirs and heard something on the way." Then he told them about the treatment station.
The Jindan cultivator nodded: "I have also heard of this matter, but I have never heard of this person's name before, and I don't know where this medical cultivator came from. Could he be related to you people in the lower realm?" After saying that, he shook his head again.
The timing doesn't match.
As everyone thought about this, they turned their eyes to Xi Xue.
She still had a stern face and her voice became heavier: "What's the name of that clinic? Can you tell me again?"
The disciple being questioned trembled: "Healing...healing station?"
No one replied.
But in the blink of an eye, his uncle Xi disappeared.
Another place, Qingxuan Sect.
A disciple who had been practicing for some time was running back and forth on the steepest hill in the sect, following his master's instructions.
He was about to take a break to catch his breath when he turned around and saw a man in black clothes swinging a wooden sword on the next mountain peak.
This person is Uncle Xu, the most reckless and selfless practitioner in their Qingxuan Sect.
This Uncle Xu was a legendary figure. His origins were even more bizarre than those of those with natural or mutated spiritual roots, as he wasn't originally from the Pure Spirit Realm. He had only arrived in the Pure Spirit Realm from the Lower Realm over sixty years ago.
To be honest, this Master Xu's spiritual roots are not very good, they are just ordinary three spiritual roots.
But it is said that he has excellent comprehension and has been very successful in the path of sword cultivation. Since he entered the Qingxuan Sect and learned the Qingxuan sword technique, the speed at which his realm has improved is fast enough to catch up with the average person with natural spiritual roots.
However, any disciple of the Qingxuan Sect would understand that he was not quick-witted, but rather stubborn.
Uncle Xu was known for his relentless dedication to his training, regardless of wind, rain, snow, or hail. As long as he wasn't in seclusion, he would swing his sword at least ten thousand times a day, and when to stop depended on his mood.
When he first started practicing fasting, he still knew to take a break and eat.
Ever since he discovered that taking the fasting pills could allow him to stay awake, he stopped even eating.
Uncle Xu never took any other elixirs besides the Bigu Pill. It's said that when he was building his foundation, he didn't even take the pill. He just ate the Bigu Pill and practiced swordsmanship on the mountain peaks. While practicing, the heavenly tribulation would just strike down. No one knew how he built his foundation.
Later generations tried to follow suit, but all ended in failure.
As a result, his existence became even more mythical.
The resting disciple was about to resume his climb when he saw his Uncle Xu suddenly pause. Now, the disciples preparing to continue also paused. He felt as if he might be witnessing a historic moment—Uncle Xu slacking off.
He can rest with peace of mind now. If even the diligent Uncle Xu is lazy, what reason does he have to continue working hard?
With this in mind, the disciple began to rest seriously and quietly observed how his uncle Xu was slacking off.
After a closer look, he found that his uncle was not being lazy, but had received a sound transmission note.
The lazy disciple was a little disappointed when he saw this.
However, the next moment, he saw Uncle Xu, who was practicing desperately, put away the sound transmission talisman, summoned his natal flying sword, and disappeared in a flash.
What big thing happened?
Treasure Pavilion.
There is still one day until the treatment station arrives at Beizhou Market.
Several shop assistants were standing in the shop, staring at each other. Outside, a serious-looking female cultivator at the Golden Core stage was pacing back and forth. A male cultivator in a black suit was leaning against the doorpost of the Treasure Pavilion, resting his eyes.
The female cultivators knew her; she was Xi Xue, an old acquaintance of the Northern Province Treasure Pavilion. The male cultivators were unfamiliar with her.
Rather than saying that Xi Xue is an old acquaintance of Baibao Pavilion, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that almost everyone in the entire Beizhou knows her.
Occasionally, she would bring some medicinal pills to the market and ask various businesses to sell them on her behalf. Her medicinal pills not only sold well in Northern Province, but also fetched even higher prices elsewhere.
However, in recent years, since her junior fellow apprentice took in a disciple, she has rarely appeared.
"You said the day before yesterday that you would arrive in two days, why haven't you come yet?"
"Perhaps you were delayed on the way?" The Qingling Realm is so vast, this is a common occurrence. For a cultivator, a day or two is nothing.
The male cultivator who was leaning against the doorpost beside the Treasure Pavilion seemed to suddenly remember something and walked in.
"Do you have any waystones for the healing station for sale?"
Xi Xue's eyes lit up: "That's a good question, why didn't I think of it?"
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