The Medical Immortal lived on a flower boat in Chenghuai. When Xihe and the others were brought aboard, there was a mellow sound of singing on the boat. The singing girl was wearing a thin gauze and dancing enchantingly. Four or five maids were serving the middle-aged Taoist priest. When they saw Xihe, their eyes lit up: "You, come here!"
Xihe frowned and subconsciously hid behind Shaoheng. Shaoheng's expression also changed and he looked at the Taoist warily.
The middle-aged Taoist finally reacted, clenched his fist, coughed lightly, and sat up straight: "Are you the kid who asked me to treat his illness? Come forward, let me see how serious your injury is."
Xihe looked at Shaoheng. Shaoheng stared at the Taoist for a while before nodding at her.
Xihe walked forward slowly. The closer he got, the more astonishment appeared in the Taoist's eyes. A hint of mockery flashed in Xihe's eyes. He lowered his head slightly and stretched out his hand.
The middle-aged Taoist stroked his beard and pretended to feel her pulse for a while. When Xihe was about to chop off his hand, he reluctantly withdrew his hand and said, "The situation is very serious, but this kind of injury is nothing to this immortal."
Shao Heng was delighted and hurried forward, unable to resist asking, "Can you cure her?"
The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said: "I am the head of the Wanyao Sect. It's just a minor injury, and it's easy to catch it."
Wanyao Sect is one of the three major sects in the world of immortal cultivation. The lowest level of cultivation of the hall master is at the level of transformation into a spirit. This person has cloudy eyes and dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he has indulged in excessive sexual activities and is physically weak. He brags so much and is not afraid of being caught by the wind.
However, in the plot, this guy is just a cannon fodder who delivers equipment to Shaoheng. For Shaoheng, she can tolerate it.
The rebellious Demon Lord had his heart and tendons dug out, and he grew from a horse slave who was trampled upon by everyone to a terrifying big devil. His growth can be called a history of counterattack, which involved countless cannon fodders, all of whom were characters who bullied him in the early stage and were finally abused by him.
When Xihe heard the day before yesterday that this guy dared to draw Shaoheng's blood, he instantly remembered this man - he coveted Shaoheng's blood, brought him back to the cave, and wanted to train him to be his own blood slave, but was finally killed by Shaoheng and all his things were taken away.
This person is considered an evil cultivator. He was originally a disciple of a famous and upright sect, but was expelled from the sect because he practiced evil skills and violated the sect's rules.
His cultivation method was not tolerated by the righteous path, so he dared not stay in the world of cultivation and could only come to the mortal world to find someone to attack him. Unexpectedly, he set his sights on Shao Heng.
The middle-aged Taoist gave Xihe a Huiyuan Pill and asked them to go back first and go to the cave with him in two days.
After getting off the boat, Shao Heng took Xi He to Yuan De Tang again. After the old doctor checked and confirmed that the medicine was fine, he hurriedly asked Xi He to take it: "Hua Shang, take it quickly."
Xihe swallowed it obediently. The pill melted in his mouth, and the medicinal power flowed quietly, soothing his meridians that were scarred. Surprisingly, his 'heart' didn't come to cause any trouble.
Her eyes lit up: "I feel much better!"
Shao Heng's heart finally settled down, and a smile appeared on his face: "That's good. I'll definitely be cured after eating it a few more times."
Xihe smiled and nodded.
When the old woman heard that they were going to leave with the Taoist priest, she immediately expressed her desire to follow.
This time, Shao Heng refused to agree: "We are going to treat the disease, we don't have time to take care of you."
The old woman said: "I don't need you to worry about me. You can do your thing and I can do mine. What's wrong with that?"
Shao Heng frowned, stopped packing his bags, and stared at the old woman coldly: "If that's the case, why do you have to follow us? You've known us for so long, you should have understood that we are penniless and have nothing worth your concern."
"Who said there is no such thing..."
The old woman looked at Xihe and stopped talking the next second.
Shao Heng's face darkened. He grabbed the old woman by the back of her collar with one hand and threw her out the door. He said with a cold glare, "I don't care what you're planning. From now on, don't show up in front of us again, or I'll make you regret coming into this world!"
Bang, he closed the door directly. Seeing Xihe, he felt distressed immediately. There were people all around him who were plotting against them.
The old woman knocked on the door outside: "My dear grandchildren, I want you to be my dear grandchildren! Take me away, how can I survive alone outside..."
Shao Heng stepped forward and held Xi He's hands tightly: "Hua Shang, I will protect you!"
Xihe smiled and nodded. She didn't really care. The old woman's behavior was indeed unpredictable, but she didn't sense any murderous intent. If Shaoheng wanted to drive her away, then so be it.
The two of them simply packed up their things and waited for two days before getting on the Taoist's carriage and heading east.
Because they were ordinary horses, they were slow, and they would stop to eat at mealtimes. On the third day, the carriage drove into a desolate hillside. The middle-aged Taoist killed the coachman, pulled out a jade ruyi, and jumped up: "Get on."
The groom's body was still lying on the ground, with a bloody mark on his neck and blood seeping into the soil.
Shaoheng's face turned pale instantly. He blocked Xihe behind him and retreated step by step.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was annoyed and waved his hand. The next second, both of them fainted. He raised his hand and took the two of them with him, and flew towards the cave with his magic weapon.
When he woke up again, Shaoheng opened his eyes and found himself tied in a big vat, and the eldest lady was not around.
His eyes were red and he struggled hard with his hands, but the rope became tighter and tighter.
"Stop struggling, it's useless."
A voice.
He turned around and saw a person in a large vat in the corner.
Only then did he realize that there were more than a dozen large vats of various sizes in the room, some of which contained white skeletons, rotten corpses, and some were filled with blood.
Shao Heng couldn't help it and leaned over to vomit until he had vomited everything in his stomach.
"Haha, it's your first day here, so it's okay if you wait a long time."
"How long?"
"..." As if he hadn't expected him to ask this question, the man frowned and thought for a moment, somewhat uncertainly, "One year? Three years? If your blood is precious, that evil cultivator won't let you die so quickly."
"Is your blood precious?"
Shao Heng shook his head and asked him, "How can we get out?"
The man laughed, his voice a little shrill: "You still want to go out after coming here?" He was disheveled, his white undershirt was covered with bloodstains, his fingers were clearly jointed, his chin was pointed, and his hoarse voice made it impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
Shao Heng's expression was firm: "I'm going to save the young lady."
The man was startled and turned to look at him, the chains on his hands clattering: "You actually have a lady!"
"That's it." He collapsed back into the tub. "That old fellow doesn't care about meat or vegetables. If he gets hold of you, your daughter's innocence will definitely be ruined..."
"Shut up! Nothing's going to happen to the young lady!"
"I'm telling the truth." The man felt extremely wronged. "Why are you so fierce?"
Shao Heng ignored him, pursed his lips and pulled his hand out of the iron ring. Soon, blood flowed from his wrist, but he didn't even frown and pulled it out with even more force.
Xihe opened her eyes amidst the smell of cheap powder, and saw a jealous face.
She subconsciously stepped back, sat on the inside of the bed, and looked around. This was a women's boudoir. The woman opposite was about 25 years old, wearing revealing clothes, with heavy makeup on her face, and holding a bowl of medicine in her hand.
"Master ordered it, drink it!"
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