Chapter 16

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In the end, it was the villagers who had disagreed who softened their hearts and persuaded the village chief, who had strongly opposed it, to let the people in.

The entire Pingjing Village looked a bit old and dilapidated, with gray buildings and worn-out dark gray tiles on the roofs. The villagers returned to their homes one by one, and Ning Chen and Xie Tingyun were naturally led to Achao's home.

Achao was like a lively adult. As soon as he came in, he put aside the medicine basket on his back, led the two guests in to sit down, and then followed his mother to help the village chief onto the bed.

The village chief's house was also extremely poor. The house was not large. As soon as you entered the door, there was a large wooden table used to entertain guests. Behind it was a screen. Behind the screen was a small room for storing things. To the left was the room where the old couple lived. Further in front was a small guest bedroom where Achao usually slept.

Ah Chao, like a little adult, went to the table first and poured some cold tea for the two of them. He said a little embarrassedly, "You sit down for a while."

Afterwards, after Ah Chao finished pouring the tea, he ran over and shouted to the village chief, "Dad, can we use the herbs we collected? Brother Baiyi's injuries are serious and need treatment."

Upon hearing this, the village chief immediately sat up from the bed, picked up the crutch beside the bed and started to lean on it. There was still no expression on his face. Perhaps it was because he looked particularly dignified when he had no expression, so the old man always looked serious and there were not even any wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

The village chief snorted and walked slowly over, saying, "You bastard, you've studied for so long and still don't understand pharmacology?"

Having said so, the village chief stopped when he passed by Ning Chen and the other two, borrowed Xie Tingyun's pulse, and after probing for a while, he turned his head and shouted to Ah Chao inside: "Find someone with more spiritual power, someone who is a little cleaner, don't take any miscellaneous medicine, take more Guishou and Wuling."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of someone rummaging around inside.

Xie Tingyun retracted his wrist and said softly, "Village Chief, can you please take a look at his?"

The village chief was startled, turned his head and glanced at Ning Chen who was drinking tea casually, then said "oh", knocked on the wooden table with his thick black knuckles, and said to Ning Chen: "Let me see."

Ning Chen: “?”

Ning Chen did not move, but turned his head to look at Xie Tingyun, his puzzled eyes revealed a lot of information: "Why are you talking about me when there is nothing to do?"

What else could they do? Of course, Ning Chen was also injured, but no one in Pingjing Village noticed it along the way.

Ning Chen's half body was probably still covered in blood, but when Xie Tingyun looked at his wound, he could only see a vague black mist covering the damaged flesh. Thanks to Ning Chen's black base clothes, the traces of blood wetting the clothes were not obvious, and the wound was deliberately covered up, so there was no sign of injury at all.

As a result, no one noticed that Ning Chen was also covered in horrific wounds along the way.

Ah Chao saw him simply pick up an adult who was almost as big as himself, and naturally thought that he was fine.

Ning Chen refused to cooperate, but the village chief was not used to his bad habit. He took action himself and pinched Ning Chen's wrist and pulse. Ning Chen was stunned for a moment and didn't know why he didn't break away.

The village chief fumbled for a while, frowned, and hissed in a slightly awkward tone: "...High-level demon?"

Ning Chen: “…”

No way, what kind of medical skill is this? It can even tell the racial bloodline?

The village chief let go of Ning Chen's wrist and shook his head, saying, "It can't be cured. The herbs we have here are too low-grade and have no effect at all."

However, despite this, the village chief still said to Ah Chao who was carrying the herbs, "Carry out all the herbs in the basket of magic energy."

Ah Chao let out a cry, ran over and put down the herbs he was going to make for Xie Tingyun, then ran back quickly, carrying out a bamboo basket half a person's height, which was filled with a whole basket of heavy dried herbs.

Ning Chen smelled a very mixed scent from the pile of herbs.

He only recognized spiritual power and demonic energy, and there were some things mixed in there that Ning Chen had never seen before.

At this time, the village chief was heard saying, "Look at the wound. Did you hide it? It looks like it's serious. It needs to be treated."

Ning Chen thought it was troublesome, so he said, "No need."

The village chief had taken in many injured villagers and was used to seeing many patients who refused to cooperate with treatment. Seeing that Ning Chen refused to cooperate, his face turned cold, and he slapped Ning Chen on the back, snorting coldly: "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are at a high level. When the time comes, it will be your own body that will suffer - hurry up!"

Ning Chen: “…”

Ning Chen was confused by the photo. He had never been treated like this before. So he said impatiently, "What's so good about it? Aren't those lousy herbs in your house useless? What are you looking at? It's just a minor wound. It will heal on its own in a short while."

The village chief slapped him again and said, "Are you going to be the pillar of the family? Why are you so stubborn?"

Ning Chen: “…………”

So annoying! I hate this old man who has no sense of boundaries!

If it were someone else, Ning Chen would have kicked him, but the village chief in front of him was thin and his foot was probably injured, so Ning Chen couldn't do anything.

Ah Chao was smart at this time. He secretly pulled Xie Tingyun's hand and whispered, "Brother, can you give him some advice? I guess he will listen to you."

"..." Xie Tingyun smiled helplessly and lowered his voice and said, "I guess he doesn't listen."

Having said that, Xie Tingyun still stretched out his hand and released all his remaining spiritual power, covering the injured half of Ning Chen's body.

As soon as the spiritual power touched Ning Chen's demonic energy, it gradually and silently melted away the demonic aura on Ning Chen's body, revealing only the tip of the iceberg of the hideous and terrifying flesh and blood behind it.

Although that little bit of spiritual power was quickly devoured by the evil spirit, the village chief still saw the wound on half of Ning Chen's body.

This kind of injury is definitely not a minor one. The village chief saw it at a glance, his expression changed slightly, and he slapped Ning Chen on the back again, saying coldly, "You little bastard."

Ning Chen: “…”

Can't stand it at all.

After the village chief finished speaking, he walked back to his house slowly on his crutches, as if he was going to get something.

Ning Chen was holding back his anger but couldn't vent it on the old village chief, so he turned around and pounded the table next to Xie Tingyun with an expressionless face, spilling a lot of the tea in front of Xie Tingyun.

Xie Tingyun was finally attracted by the tea. He came to his senses and saw the tea splashed on his hands. He didn't get angry. He wiped it clean with the cloth handed to him by Achao in a good temper.

Ning Chen said expressionlessly, "Are all of you monks the reincarnation of Guanyin? Why are you so nosy?"

Xie Tingyun: "..."

This "idiom" must have been learned from the village chief and is now being used.

Xie Tingyun felt inexplicably amused, and did not argue with Ning Chen, saying, "Not really."

Ning Chen was surprised and asked, "Don't you hope that I will die? Why are you still talking too much and cooperating with outsiders to treat my injuries?"

Xie Tingyun had learned his lesson. He had also learned Ning Chen's way of refusing to admit his mistakes. He said calmly, "Master Demon, please don't be so self-indulgent. If you die, I will have a hard time explaining to my teacher."

"Besides, after paying off the life I owe you, we still have many entangled accounts to settle."

Ning Chen leaned back and snorted, "Since you know it's hard to get entangled, what's the point of settling the score?"

However, why is it difficult to explain to the teachers?

The love-hate relationship between Ning Chen and Xie Tingyun should be resolved between the two of them in private, without involving their teachers and elders.

Xie Tingyun did not answer this question.

He lowered his eyes, staring at Ning Chen's slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden table, slightly distracted.

Putting aside his original identity, Xie Tingyun is now the Holy Son of the human race and the most promising young talent in the world of cultivation. He is destined to shoulder the responsibility of breaking down the barrier between heaven and human.

It has been several hundred years since Xie Tingyun was born in this world.

All his experiences were shaping him, and Xie Tingyun had to admit that he couldn't actually treat this place as a game.

He and Demon Lord Tianxiao seem to be in harmony now, and can even sit at the same table and bicker with each other in harmony, but both of them know very well that there is a huge gap between spirits and demons.

They are born enemies, destined to play against each other for each other's position.

If Tian Xiao kills him, the already declining cultivation world will suffer another heavy blow. If Xie Tingyun kills the Demon Lord, he will be able to use his demon heart to refine the Heavenly Sword that can break the Heaven Gate.

At this moment, two people who were destined to never see each other again in the future were huddled in a small room under the dim light, bickering with each other. Some even tried to find fault by banging the table, causing some tea to spill on the back of someone's hand.

Some intimidation, but not much.