"Ordinary people?" Deng Yougang glanced at the boy and said with a half-smile, "It seems you really don't know!"

The sickly boy looked confused. Deng Yougang smiled and shook his head, then turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Okay, the disease is cured, you can come in."

"Healed?"

Grandpa Deng and Deng Heying were both very surprised. The latter even looked a little bit unbelievable: "It has only been a short time. It has been cured?"

Deng Yougang glanced at them and asked, "Why, do you doubt my ability?"

"No, no, ancestor, how is this possible!"

Deng Heying chuckled, then ran into the ward, grabbed his brother's hand, and began to check the circulation of spiritual energy in his body.

"Why is there still no spiritual energy?"

Deng Heying frowned tightly and said with some disappointment.

The sickly boy said helplessly: "Sister, I just recovered from this illness and haven't started practicing again yet!"

Deng Heying finally reacted, his face flushed, and he quickly let go of her hand: "Oh, that's right."

The young man turned his head, looked at Deng Yougang and said softly: "Grandfather, since you cured me, the people in the Cultivation Department will definitely ask you for help to heal other patients with spiritual energy exhaustion. If you are unwilling, we will keep our mouths shut and never reveal a single word to the outside world."

"Haha, that's thoughtful."

Deng Yougang smiled and said calmly: "However, there is no need for this. If I don't want to, no one in this world can force me to do anything. After all... I am not a Venerable!"

The young man's eyes flashed, and he keenly realized that Deng Yougang had an astonishing background.

His identity is definitely not as simple as the time traveler in "Under One Person". There must be other secrets behind it.

Recalling the so-called "secret" mentioned by Deng Yougang just now, the young man couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful expression on his face.

Deng Yougang smiled and said, "But if the facts are really as I guessed, I will definitely go and see other patients with spiritual energy exhaustion."

At this point, Deng Yougang patted the sick boy on the shoulder and said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry about these things. Take a good night's rest. Tomorrow morning, I will come here to teach you the Deng family's magic skills!"

...Is this an orthodox method of summoning gods?

A hint of anticipation emerged in Deng Herong's heart.

Grandpa Deng and Deng Heying next to them also had faces full of surprise.

Deng Yougang turned his head and looked at Deng Heying and said, "As for the path of cultivation you are taking, I have roughly sensed something. Those points of light that are either hidden in your body or floating around you are the spirits you use, right?"

Deng Heying was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "As expected of you, my ancestor!"

Deng Yougang smiled and said, "The spirit of the five elements, the spirit of the elements, is indeed a groundbreaking path to integrate cultivation and magic. I can't comment on this, but I can give you some five elements magic for reference."

Deng Heying was filled with surprise and quickly thanked him respectfully: "Grandson thanks you for your gift!"

Deng Yougang waved his hand and turned to walk towards the ward door.

"I know you have a lot to say right now, and if I stay, you won't be able to relax, so I won't bother you for now!"

Grandpa Deng immediately smiled and said, "Grandfather, you are being too polite. Grandson..."

Before he could finish, the sickly boy gently grabbed his arm and shook his head.

Grandpa Deng was slightly startled, then he reacted, quickly closed his mouth, and watched Deng Yougang leave.

When the footsteps in the corridor faded away, Grandpa Deng turned around and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Deng Herong said softly, "The old man must have something to do. After he examined me, he took out something similar to a mobile phone and passed a message to someone. Now, he must be going to see that person."

"I see."

Grandpa Deng looked suddenly enlightened.

Deng Heying next to him asked in surprise: "Cellphone?"

Deng Herong glanced at her and explained, "It's a physical communication device before AR technology matures."

Deng Heying nodded in understanding: "Then I understand!"

Grandpa Deng next to him frowned and said, "But Xiaorong, what is wrong with you?"

"That's a long story..."

Deng Herong sighed and began to softly tell the two of them what had just happened.

At the same time, outside the hospital building of the Cultivation Department, Deng Yougang walked on the road in the front yard, looking straight ahead and whispering, "Old Wang, before Brother Bai and I come back, please help take care of this young man of ours."

Behind him, the shadow of an old swordsman, invisible to ordinary people, shook his head.

"It's just a small favor, why are you asking for help?"

Deng Yougang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wang. I haven't finished yet. The poisonous insect has been eliminated. I am worried that the person behind the scenes will come to check the situation. If someone really shows up, I would like to trouble Brother Wang to show mercy and spare his life."

The old swordsman smiled and nodded: "Wang understands."

Leaving behind Wang Yue, the Sword Saint of the Eastern Han Dynasty, as his bodyguard, Deng Yougang left with peace of mind and reunited with Bai Lang.

…

…

In the dead of night, in a dimly lit high-rise bedroom, the girl lying in bed suddenly opened her eyes.

Pitch-black spots of light appeared silently around her, transforming into several non-reflective black swords that suddenly shot towards the curtains blown by the wind.

“Puff, puff, puff!”

The black sword pierced through the curtains and after shooting out for dozens of meters, it turned into a point of light and dissipated in the air.

Turning my sight to the dim bedroom, the girl who was originally lying on the bed stood up without knowing when.

She was wearing pink pajamas, barefoot, standing on the soft bed, holding a pitch-black sword made of pure magic power in her right hand, looking at the tattered curtains with a cold expression.

"I remember I warned you that if you dare to break into my house again, I will kill you all!"

"……hehe!"

A chuckle came from behind the curtain.

The next second, a dark shadow flowed out from behind the curtains and transformed into an unrecognizable black figure in front of the window.

"Ms. Shang, relax. We have no ill will towards you. We just want to take you into our organization!"

Shang Xiaowen sneered: "Didn't I tell you that I have no interest in you or your organization."

The dark figure smiled and said, "Don't be so formal. Interests are cultivated. Just because you are not interested now doesn't mean you won't be interested in the future."

"What's more, as a rare dark attribute awakener, China is definitely not a place suitable for you to grow. Only by joining our Shadow Kingdom can you become stronger!"

After the portal phenomenon appeared, the magic power that poured into this world was mostly natural elements, among which the six elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth and wind were the most easily absorbed.

In addition, there are three rare elements: thunder, light, and darkness.

Among these three elements, thunder element can be regarded as the darling of China. Various thunder methods emerge in an endless stream, and it can be regarded as the strongest existence among practitioners.

But the two elements of light and dark are somewhat uncommon.

Instead, there are the two forces of yin and yang that are nourished by light and darkness and grow from the inside out.

However, these two powers require acquired cultivation and are most suitable for practitioners of light and dark attributes who have a talent for cultivation but have not yet awakened.

For a natural dark attribute awakener like Shang Xiaowen, it is already very difficult to harmonize the yin and yang in the body. If they cannot find a suitable single yin technique, they can only grow wildly like the awakeners abroad.

"I understand what you said." Shang Xiaowen said coldly, "but I don't care."

The dark figure was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Is it because of the boy lying on the sickbed?"

Shang Xiaowen's eyes turned cold and he clenched the black sword tightly in his right hand.

The dark figure smiled and said, "Miss Shang, you should know that our organization is not full of good men and women. It is your luck to meet someone like me who treats you patiently."

"If it's someone else, they may not have the same good temper as me."

"But even I have a limit to my patience."

Having said this, the dark figure's tone turned cold.

"Ms. Shang, you are a good child. The disadvantage of a good child is that he has too many weaknesses!"

"If I want, there are so many ways to force you to join..."

Before he finished his words, a series of black swords suddenly appeared and pierced through the dark figure's body in an instant, leaving several large tattered holes in the human-shaped shadow with a black cloak.

But even so, the dark figure still did not suffer any substantial damage.

He raised his hand and looked at the empty hole in his palm. Then he raised his head and sighed at the girl in pajamas who was full of murderous intent.

"Miss Shang, you are so naughty. Let me give you another day to think about it. This is your last chance. If you are too late, the person who comes next time will not be me!"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, dark magic power suddenly surged out and turned into a violent elemental tide, shattering the windows and walls.

When the dark magic power dissipated, the wall in front of Shang Xiaowen was already shattered.

And that dark figure completely disappeared like a ghost.

Shang Xiaowen stood in silence for a while, then suddenly let go of her hand, letting the black sword turn into magic power and dissipate.

"Is this the Shadow Kingdom?"

Shang Xiaowen sat weakly on the bed, looking at the dark starry sky outside the big hole in the wall. She smiled bitterly and muttered to herself, "If there is no other choice, I can only join them..."

…

…

The next morning, Deng Yougang came to the hospital early.

Coming with him was Bai Lang, who he had just pulled out of the game cabin.

"A time traveler is a time traveler. Why don't you just handle it yourself? Why do you have to drag me along?"

Bai Lang muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly: "It's not like I don't believe in your ability."

Deng Yougang was very upset: "Do you believe in my ability? You are just addicted to playing games!"

Bai Lang curled his lips and said shamelessly: "How can I not be addicted? There has been a gap of more than a hundred years, and thousands of classic games with scores above nine, you would be addicted too!"

Seeing Bai Lang like this, Deng Yougang sighed helplessly.

Then, Deng Yougang raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something, and looked in the direction of Deng Herong's ward in surprise.

"Huh? That girl is here again. Why is she here so early this time?"

"Girl? What girl?"

"My great-great-grandson's childhood sweetheart, a very interesting little girl."

"Oh?" Bai Lang's eyes lit up and he said quickly, "Let's go, let's go. I like this kind of childhood sweetheart love story the most!"