Chapter 118 Master is here! I'll see who's trying to undermine Danque Peak...
After guessing that Shi Heming had this intention, Song Yin carefully examined her own feelings. In her opinion, her own feelings should be the top priority.
She didn't dislike or reject Shi Heming's situation, but she couldn't say she would like him immediately either.
Shi Heming's suggestion was actually quite good. Heaven knows when she will advance to the Nascent Soul stage. There is still a long way to go from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage. She can give herself enough time to consider it slowly.
Shi Heming picked up the array plate and said calmly, "I see, that's really good."
That's great, now no one can steal Yinyin's attention.
Song Yin: "Hey, I suddenly remembered what happened in the Floating Dream Realm back then. I was seriously injured at the time. What would you have done if I hadn't woken up?"
Shi Heming replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, we should fight to the death with the enemy."
Song Yin: "But the enemy was all dead at that time."
Shi Heming: "Then let's fight Jing Yue, who caused the situation. If she hadn't set up some kind of arena competition to trap us in the room, we wouldn't have been in such a tough fight."
“Okay.” Song Yin roughly understood.
So when exactly did this kid develop feelings for someone? Was it during the Floating Dream Realm, or before?
Song Yin suddenly stood up and leaned closer to Shi Heming: "What are your thoughts on Daoist partners?"
Shi Heming was startled. Song Yin's enlarged face was right in front of him. His heart raced and his breathing became unnatural.
"My opinion is the same as what I told you yesterday: for now... let's not consider these things."
Song Yin reached out and poked his shoulder with her finger, "Focusing on the Great Dao, not bad, not bad."
Shi Heming blinked, his mind filled with only two words.
It smells so good.
Song Yin created some distance; she was afraid that if she didn't, Shi Heming's heart would explode.
After Song Yin learned of Shi Heming's thoughts, she began to pay attention to Shi Heming's actions in every way, which allowed her to grasp many small details that she usually overlooked.
For example, whenever they eat, he never sits across from her; he always sits next to her. When she praises someone and shows appreciation, he always subtly belittles them. When there is physical contact between them, he remains motionless. He remembers everything she mentions. If she is within his sight, his gaze will often fall on her...
There are so many details to observe, but I'm so used to being with him that I always overlook them.
After Song Yin noticed Shi Heming's little scheme, their relationship didn't change much.
Shi Heming continued to conceal his true thoughts, while Song Yin pretended to be unaware.
However, for Song Yin, it would be a shame not to tease Shi Heming in this situation.
While Shi Heming was engrossed in his own work.
"Shi Heming, open your mouth."
Shi Heming instinctively obeyed the order, and then Song Yin stuffed grapes into his mouth.
Song Yin: "Are they sweet? These are grapes I planted myself, and I've been raising them for decades."
The fruit trees that her master planted when she was training in the bamboo hut outside the sect were all transplanted to Danque Peak after she moved into the inner sect.
Realizing that Song Yin had personally fed him, Shi Heming's heart pounded like a drum. "It's very sweet."
Song Yin placed the whole plate in his hands, saying, "Eat more if it's sweet." Then she turned and left.
After taking a few steps, he turned back and found that Shi Heming was still savoring the memory.
Song Yin: Tsk.
When Shi Heming, dressed in loose clothing, was watering the flowers in the yard.
"Shi Heming".
Shi Heming turned around: "Hmm?"
Immediately afterwards, a handful of water came towards my face.
Shi Heming, who had never been wary of Song Yin, was suddenly drenched in cold water.
Song Yin: !
"Why don't you use spiritual energy to separate them?"
Shi Heming looked down and saw that his chest was wet with water. He wasn't angry and calmly said, "I didn't react in time."
Feeling the burning gaze, Shi Heming looked up and found that Song Yin was staring at his chest.
He looked down again, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red. He wasn't wearing much; the fabric clung to his body after his chest was soaked with water.
Song Yin almost whistled. The young man was really capable and had a good physique.
Shi Heming's ears turned red as he watched Song Yin's changing attitude. A thought suddenly occurred to him: Yin Yin seemed to really like this body, so perhaps he could…
...
Nearly half a year later, after the start of autumn.
Ever since the last time the fortune teller made him vomit blood, he has moved away from Song Yin every time he sees her.
After Song Yin entered the clinic, Doctor Yan said directly, "I have something to tell you. Come here for a moment."
Song Yin walked over: "What is it?"
Doctor Yan: "How long will you stay in the mortal realm?"
Song Yin: "Why would Doctor Yan ask such a question?"
Xiao Cha and Xiao Song are still taking pulses and treating patients. When they encounter elderly people with hearing problems, they will even amplify their voices.
Doctor Yan looked away. "Sigh... I wanted to entrust the Yan Family Medical Clinic to you."
Song Yin: "Huh???"
Doctor Yan: "Are you willing to accept it? If you do, I have a cultivation technique here that I can give you."
Without a second thought, Song Yin refused: "You should find someone else. I won't be staying in the mortal realm for long. I'll be returning to the cultivation world in a few years. Besides, if I take your cultivation technique, wouldn't I have to become your disciple? If my master finds out, he'll hunt me down to the ends of the earth."
She wouldn't take the martial arts techniques of a living person; doing so would incur a debt of gratitude. After what happened with Elder Fan, she clearly understood that one shouldn't accept something for nothing, and that there's no such thing as a free lunch. Who knew if taking his techniques would bring a host of troubles later?
"You have a master? Why didn't you say you had a master earlier?" Doctor Yan was stunned, and raised his voice.
Song Yin: "You didn't ask. What do you mean by suddenly doing this? What are you going to do after abandoning the clinic? Instead of entrusting the clinic to Xiao Cha and Xiao Song, you've given it to me, an outsider you've known for less than a year."
Doctor Yan stroked his beard in thought, then said, "Fine, let's pretend I never said anything about this today. Who is your master?"
Song Yin: "If I don't tell you, what if you become my enemies?"
"..." Doctor Yan was speechless. "I consider myself to be of decent character and have no enemies."
“Oh, my master is Seonpyeong-kun.”
"Lord Shanyuan?" Doctor Yan exclaimed in surprise. "No wonder you didn't try to curry favor with me, a Nascent Soul cultivator, when I was right in front of you. It turns out you already had a Nascent Soul master. So many years have passed, I never thought he would take on disciples as well."
Doctor Yan looked Song Yin up and down. “Your master must have a lot of headaches sometimes.”
"He has a headache?" Song Yin recalled how Lao Deng had been yelling at her, his voice was booming, he was strong and energetic. "I thought he wasn't sick, so why would he have a headache?"
Doctor Yan tried to suppress a laugh, but couldn't, and "pfft."
Song Yin: ?
Doctor Yan: "Do you want to learn how to take a pulse?"
"If I don't learn, I won't take a second master."
"The skills of a mortal doctor can be taught to you without apprenticeship. Think about it, if one day you can no longer use spiritual energy to examine your body, wouldn't you only be able to examine and diagnose by taking your pulse? This is what I taught Xiaocha and Xiaosong. Although they are apprentices at the medical clinic, they are not my disciples, and I have never asked them to call me master."
It seems so; Xiaocha and Xiaosong always call him Old Man Yan.
Song Yin crossed her arms: "But why did you teach me?"
Doctor Yan: "I'll not only teach you, but I'll also teach Ding Yechuan. I'll also teach Liang Zhen, the fortune teller at the door, but unfortunately Liang Zhen isn't willing to learn; he's only interested in his own path. Ding Yechuan started learning a few months ago. So, do you want to learn?"
"There's no catch, right?" Song Yin asked cautiously. "Are you sure we don't need to take on a master?"
Dr. Yan: "Of course, in short, will you learn it or not?"
"Learn! But why are you so keen on teaching these skills to others?"
"I don't teach just anyone. I only teach juniors who are of decent character."
"Oh, I see, you're just being a know-it-all." Song Yin suddenly realized, then quickly realized something else, "Wait, you only teach people with decent character, but Ding Yechuan came to the clinic later than me, yet you taught him earlier, are you subtly implying that my character is inferior to his?"
Oh no! She's going to cause trouble!
Doctor Yan took out his medical manual to shut Song Yin up. "Take the medical manual and study it on your own first. If you don't understand something, you can ask me at the clinic."
Song Yin was interrupted while casting the spell. "Huh? Oh, okay."
He picked up the medical manual and quickly flipped through the pages before starting to read it carefully and slowly from the beginning.
From that day on, Song Yin's attention was completely drawn to medical knowledge, and whenever she encountered something she didn't understand, she would take the book to ask Doctor Yan.
Sometimes, when Dr. Yan was seeing patients, Song Yin would take her books and ask him questions. In these situations, Dr. Yan would take Song Yin's pulse while explaining things to her. Sometimes, he would even let Song Yin take the pulse of a patient herself, while he watched over her to check on her progress in learning.
An old man and a young boy, one teaching earnestly, the other learning earnestly.
Xiao Song whispered to Xiao Cha, "She said she wouldn't become an apprentice, but Elder Yan taught her so diligently. Ding Yechuan is the same; as long as he asks a question, Elder Yan will answer it."
Xiao Cha had noticed for a long time that Song Yin asked different questions each time, indicating that she learned quickly. If she were a teacher, she would also be willing to teach such a diligent, studious, and quick-witted student.
“But if we ask Elder Yan any questions, he will explain them to us carefully. Besides, no one can say that Elder Yan only taught the two of us. You know that before us, Elder Yan taught other apprentices, who are now all treating and saving lives in various parts of Daxing Dynasty.”
Komatsu: "I understand what you're saying, but it's just... it's just..."
Xiao Song couldn't quite put his finger on it. All he knew was that Song Yin was learning very quickly, and her progress was fast enough to catch up with his own, who had been studying under Elder Yan for many years.
"Xiao Cha, come and help Ding Yechuan get the medicine. I'm going back now." After resolving the issue, Song Yin was going to take the medical book back to her residence. Today was her day off, and she had only come to the clinic to have Doctor Yan answer her questions.
Xiao Cha: "Okay, I'm coming right now."
Seeing this, Xiaosong felt even more upset. Song Yin not only arrived later, but also frequently ordered him and Xiaocha around. Even if they were ranked according to their arrival order, he was Song Yin's senior brother, right? How could a junior sister order her senior brother around?
Xiaosong only dared to grumble in his heart, because no one else had any objections.
At this time, Qi Zibo, who was far away in the cultivation world, planned to come to the mortal world to find his rebellious disciple.
I've been in the mortal realm for almost a year now, and I haven't even bothered to contact them using the communication stone.
This time, not only was he going to the mortal realm, but Wen Zhiling also wanted to go with him. The two of them left Shen Yuzhu behind and went to see Song Yin together.
Upon learning this, Shen Yuzhu asked, "Master, can't I really go with you?"
Wen Zhiling: "Good child, guard Wujian Peak for your master. I heard that the Shen family has been causing trouble lately. You don't need to worry about what's going on there. The Shen family's influence doesn't extend to the Xianxiao Sect. If they bother you, just ignore them. We won't be in the mortal realm for long; we'll be back in the sect soon."
Shen Yuzhu could only watch the two leave, his eyes filled with envy. There was no other way; Wujian Peak needed someone to manage it.
As for Danque Peak, which Qi Zibo managed, it was already sparsely populated. With two ordinary disciples having gone out for training, his departure made it appear to outsiders that Danque Peak was completely deserted. Qi Zibo activated the protective formation to seal off Danque Peak. Within the sect, no one dared to trespass on the six inner peaks, especially since Lou Shuhe was currently secretly guarding Danque Peak.
On the way, Qi Zibo secretly sowed discord, saying, "Song Yin is heartless; she doesn't care about us at all. We have to go see her ourselves. If she complains about us to you in the future, don't believe her."
Wen Zhiling drew her sword. "Shut up, be quiet."
"Yes, madam." Qi Zibo promptly shut his mouth.
Wen Zhiling: Let me say it again, she was truly impressed by this master and apprentice pair. They took turns complaining to her, as if they never got tired.
Wen Zhiling: "Do you know where Yinyin is among the mortals?"
“I know. I specifically asked my master before I came. She said that Yinyin is in Daxing, on her way to the capital.”
Having gradually adapted to life in the capital, Song Yin was completely unaware that her master and mistress were about to make a surprise visit, and that they had already set off several days ago.
From being anxious to return to the cultivation world at the beginning to now enjoying a slower pace of life, Song Yin even hums a tune when she's in a good mood.
The recliner in the front yard has become her exclusive throne, and when she returns to the cultivation world, she will definitely bring the throne back to Danque Peak.
She became increasingly proficient at the clinic. Although her days of working for free were coming to an end, she planned to stay at the Yan family clinic and leave after she had finished studying all of Dr. Yan's medical books.
"Hello, Elder Yan." A gentle voice came from not far away.
Song Yin didn't need to look up to know that Ding Yechuan's old flame, Du Wanjiao, had come to see him.
When the guy saw his wife, he looked at her with disdain and dumped his work on Song Yin.
Song Yincai wasn't going to tolerate him. She directly called Xiaocha and Xiaosong over to take over, saying that Ding Yechuan had specifically asked the two of them to help him with the work.
Ding Yechuan felt two gazes fixed on his back, and a chill ran down his spine. He turned around and saw Xiaocha and Xiaosong looking at him with resentment.
Du Wanjiao was dressed in an orange dress. As her name suggests, she was gentle yet had a spirit as strong as the sun.
"I'm almost fully recovered, so I'll come and help everyone out."
Ding Yechuan: "It would be better to recuperate for a few more years. I'll take care of things here; you don't need any help."
Doctor Yan wouldn't tolerate Ding Yechuan. "She can come and go as she pleases. If she recognizes the herbs, she'll prescribe them; if she doesn't, she'll clean the clinic or help the accountant with the books."
Du Wanjiao: "I really don't understand pharmacology, nor do I recognize any herbs. But I think I can still be helpful when it comes to bookkeeping."
Doctor Yan finally spoke: "Go and keep the accounts. If you can't keep them right, then clean up. Also, this is a clinic. If you're coming to help, don't bring your maid. My Yan Family Clinic doesn't just take in anyone."
Du Wanjiao's maid: "Dr. Yan, this servant can also help with the cleaning."
Doctor Yan: "You little girl don't owe me anything. It's Ding Yechuan and Du Wanjiao who owe me money, so I don't need your help."
Du Wanjiao's maid scratched her head, not understanding why anyone would push away free labor.
"Miss……"
Du Wanjiao: "You go back to your residence first. You don't need to come with me when I come to the clinic in the future."
"Yes, Miss."
After dismissing the maid, Du Wanjiao went to help with the accounting.
Half an hour later, Doctor Yan released his divine sense and saw that Du Wanjiao was seriously calculating the accounts, and the accounts were done very well. He withdrew his divine sense with satisfaction.
Du Wanjiao broke out in a cold sweat; the pressure from Elder Yan's divine sense was too intense. She clearly realized the gap between herself and the big shot, and was also grateful that she had met Elder Yan in the capital.
Before she completely fell into a deep sleep, she asked Ding Yechuan to take her back to the capital, intending to die. But unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and the Soul-Replenishing Pill, which could not be found in the cultivation world, was actually found in the capital. It was truly a blessing from heaven.
Song Yin stretched and said, "Today's prescriptions are done. Keep up the good work, everyone. I'm going back now."
Watching Song Yin's departing figure, Du Wanjiao asked Ding Yechuan via telepathy, "Why was she able to leave ahead of time?"
Ding Yechuan transmitted his voice: "Because she doesn't owe any money to Elder Yan, and her cultivation level is higher than ours. After getting to know her, we found that she seems to be a pill cultivator like Elder Yan."
Doctor Yan stopped Song Yin: "It will be a full year in a month. Are you leaving or staying?"
Song Yin: "I'll stay, I'm used to it after all." Hmph, I'll slip away after I finish studying the medical books.
Consider working for free as paying tuition.
When Guaxiu Liangzhen saw Song Yin come out, he immediately covered his face with his sleeve.
Song Yin raised an eyebrow. "You surnamed Liang, am I some kind of monster?" She only learned of Liang Zhen's name from Doctor Yan.
Liang Zhen: "I simply don't want to see you."
"Oh, okay then." Song Yin didn't argue with him. "But I want to see you."
She took a big step and appeared on the other side of Liang Zhen, their eyes meeting.
Liang Zhen lowered his sleeves. Ever since he had told her fortune, the two had gradually become acquainted. Even Old Man Yan couldn't do anything about her, so what could he do?
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "Hey Liang, why do you always make yourself look so sloppy? A simple dust-removing spell will make you clean and refreshed, and that way you'll get more customers to your fortune-telling stall."
Liang Zhen transmitted her voice: "Those who come to me for fortune telling in my current state are the ones who are destined to be with me. I won't tell fortunes to those who aren't destined to be with me."
Liang Zhen is no charlatan; he's a legitimate fortune teller with his own pride in divination, and not just anyone can ask him to perform divination.
If it weren't for seeking an opportunity to break through to the Golden Core stage, why would he have gone to the mortal realm to have his fortune told? When he was asking about his breakthrough opportunity, the divination indicated that he would have an opportunity in the capital of the Great Xing Dynasty, but even after being in the capital for so long, the opportunity still hadn't come knocking.
Liang Zhen abandoned telepathy and spoke directly: "A bunch of ignorant mortals trapped in the mundane world, I don't tell fortunes for just anyone."
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "You're not a cultivator who came from the mortal realm, are you? You've been in the cultivation world since birth?"
Liang Zhen: How did you know?
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "Because most cultivators who come from the mortal realm do not look down on mortals."
Liang Zhen: "Tch, so what?"
To others, this scene appeared to be Liang Zhen talking to herself.
"Shuanzi! Shuanzi, wake up! Don't sleep! We've arrived at Yan's Medical Clinic, hang in there!" An anxious voice rang out from not far away.
A man was seen carrying his young son on his back, running quickly towards them. The child was bleeding from his head.
Seeing this, many people in line let him cut in line and take his child in first to see Doctor Yan for help.
"Thank you! Thank you!" The man rushed into the clinic. "Dr. Yan, save me! Save my son! He climbed a tree and fell, hitting his head on a rock."
Liang Zhen pointed at the people who had just gone in and said to Song Yin, "Do you believe that child can't be saved?"
Song Yin looked into the clinic and saw that Doctor Yan was indeed examining the child. She didn't use her spiritual energy to check the child's condition, but guessed, "Perhaps he can be saved."
“There’s no chance of survival; he can’t be saved,” Liang Zhen concluded.
As soon as he finished speaking, a heart-wrenching cry erupted from inside.
"No—! Aren't you a miracle doctor? Save my son! Everyone says you're amazing, how come you can't even save a little kid? My son! It's all your fault, you quack! Waaah..."
“When your child fell from the tree and hit his head, he died on the spot. How could I save him? I’m not a god; I don’t have the ability to bring people back to life.”
Liang Zhen: "The child fell from the tree, which can be said to be the responsibility of the father. The child's mother went out and told her husband to take good care of the child, but he left the child at home and went to gamble with the neighbors. When he came back after losing money, he found the child lying in a pool of blood."
"This matter is his responsibility, but he shifted the blame onto Elder Yan, blaming Elder Yan for not saving his son. What is that if not ignorance? Oh right, also cowardice."
Song Yin didn't speak, but continued to look into the clinic.
Not only her, but everyone in line craned their necks to look inside. If it weren't for the rules Dr. Yan had for his consultations, they would have already cut in line and squeezed in to join the fun.
Liang Zhen added, “Look at them, when they hear that someone has died, their first thought is to crane their necks to watch the spectacle. Do you think they are ignorant and foolish?”
"But you, who consider yourself smart and clear-headed, aren't you just like anyone else who joins in the fun when you see this kind of scene?" I don't understand where Liang Zhen's sense of superiority comes from.
At this moment, Shi Heming also arrived at the clinic.
"Yinyin."
Song Yin looked to the other side, "Why are you here?"
Shi Heming: "I timed it perfectly to come pick you up."
Liang Zhen smiled knowingly, "He is the one you asked me to calculate—your marriage."
Song Yin released her pressure on Liang Zhen and transmitted her voice: "Shut up!"
Liang Zhen almost collapsed to the ground, making a shushing gesture before feeling the oppressive aura disappear. She couldn't help but mutter to herself.
That's brutal!
Song Yin and Shi Heming walked back together.
“I’ve improved my skills in formations, and my second-tier formations can now achieve good concealment. I wanted to share my joy with you as soon as possible, so I came to pick you up,” Shi Heming said gently.
Song Yin: "So, are you going to try out a third-tier formation next?"
Shi Heming: "Yes, and my progress in formations has given me a different understanding of formations. My cultivation has also loosened up, and I may not be far from the late stage of the Golden Core realm."
Song Yin: "That's great! Let's go back and celebrate."
As they approached the main gate, Song Yin and Shi Heming both stopped.
Song Yin raised her hand to rub her eyes, then looked again.
"Master and mistress...?!"
What are they doing here? Their arrival was so sudden!
Qi Zibo, who was planning to secretly visit his traitorous disciple, froze and slowly turned his head to look at him. "Why are you outside? Why aren't you at home?"
He was planning to fly in stealthily.
Song Yin went over and opened the door: "It's not nighttime, it's normal to go out during the day."
"Greetings, Elder Wen and Elder Qi." Shi Heming approached and greeted them.
The group walked inside.
Song Yin and Qi Zibo argued daily.
Wen Zhiling walked behind, "Xiao He, how are you two doing in the capital?"
Shi Heming: "Elder Wen, Yinyin and I are both well."
The arguing in front suddenly grew louder.
Qi Zibo: "Well, you've only been out for a short time, and you've already found yourself another master?!"
Song Yin: "I haven't become an apprentice! I haven't become an apprentice! Didn't you hear what I just said? I'm just learning medicine, I haven't become an apprentice!"
Qi Zibo: "I don't believe it."
Song Yin: "Believe it or not, ha! ha! ha!"
Qi Zibo: "You unfilial disciple, wouldn't it be better to be less angry with your master? Look at other people's disciples, how obedient they are."
Song Yin: "Master, wouldn't it be better to be less unreasonable? Look at other Nascent Soul stage cultivators, they are all calm and have excellent tempers."
Wen Zhiling smiled from behind, "Three."
"two."
Shi Heming did not understand why Elder Wen was counting down three numbers at this moment.
"one."
Qi Zibo and Song Yin both turned around and looked at Wen Zhiling.
"Madam, look at her!"
"Master's wife, look at him!"
Wen Zhiling gracefully walked past the two of them and casually took Song Yin's hand.
Like a victorious cat, Song Yin raised her chin and stood tall, leading Elder Wen into the house first.
Qi Zibo whispered to himself, "When that traitor goes to the clinic again, I'll follow him and see who's trying to poach my Danque Peak's talent."
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Author's Note: Next chapter: Qi Zibo confronts Doctor Yan. Qi Zibo's words are astonishing, leaving Song Yin speechless.
Qi Zibo: When you're out in the world, you define your own identity. [Sunglasses]
Dr. Yan, you're in danger!
Dr. Yan: Someone take these two away! I'm calling the police! Call the police!
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[Empty bowl]
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