I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Yan Xiu came in front of Shen Zhi, stretched out his slender index finger, and gently pressed it against his forehead.

Yan Xiu then focused his eyes and said in a low voice: "Concentrate!"

Although the voice was not loud, it was full of majesty and irresistible.

Shen Zhi was shocked by the sudden shout as if struck by lightning. He froze in place instantly, unable to move.

His heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid, as if he was firmly restrained by a powerful force.

The next moment, tiny golden words suddenly appeared in my mind.

These characters are as dazzling as the stars in the sky, emitting dazzling light in the air and rotating continuously.

Then, those tiny words seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and were neatly arranged in a row.

Each character sparkled with a faint golden light, evolving into a very obscure formula that was difficult to understand.

Om-!

A low and long voice sounded in Shen Zhi's mind, echoing like the Huanglu bell, full of mystery and solemnity.

This voice seemed to have traveled through time and space, carrying with it an ancient rhythm and breath, and was deeply imprinted in Shen Zhi's heart.

After a long time, Shen Zhicai gradually came to his senses.

"Brother Yan, what kind of martial arts is this? It's so powerful?!"

Just by reading the formula carefully, Shen Zhi could be sure that the skill taught to him by Yan Xiu was absolutely rare in the world.

Compared with these skills, the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

Shen Zhi even felt that as long as he could comprehend one-third of this technique, he would have no rivals in Yong'an City.

Yan Xiu did not answer Shen Zhi's doubts.

"Now that you have made this choice, you just need to remember that there is no turning back."

He lightly brushed his sleeves, and suddenly a crystal clear and plump persimmon appeared on the table.

The persimmon is bright in color, has thin skin and thick flesh, and exudes an enticing aroma.

"This thing can help you practice. After eating it, you should meditate on it. Don't delay."

After saying this, Yan Xiu left the room.

Shen Zhi calmed down his excitement and his eyes fell on the crystal clear and plump persimmon.

He picked up the persimmon and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

In just three or two bites, he had eaten up the palm-sized persimmon completely, leaving no residue.

After a while, Shen Zhi realized that an unprecedentedly powerful true energy was brewing in his dantian, as if a turbulent river was rushing endlessly.

He remembered Yan Xiu's instructions, and quickly sat down cross-legged and began to practice the formula he had just been taught, guiding the true qi generated in his body.

Just half an hour later, a powerful gust of air suddenly burst out from Shen Zhi's body, knocking objects in the room all over the place.

He suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the ground, his face filled with unconcealable ecstasy.

"Bone Tempering Realm, I didn't expect that I could reach the Bone Tempering Realm in just half an hour!"

He could no longer suppress his joy and began to laugh.

Although this Bone Tempering Realm is just an ant in the eyes of powerful warriors.

But for Shen Zhi, it was already a huge surprise.

You know, even in Ba Yue Martial Arts School, there are not many disciples at the Bone Tempering Realm.

And Shen Zhi's cousin Shen Cong practiced hard for many years before he was able to reach the Bone Tempering Realm.

Thanks to his Bone Tempering Realm, Shen Cong was able to become a disciple of the museum owner Yue Lu.

Now, Shen Zhi has broken through this realm in just half an hour. How can he not be ecstatic?

Compared to Liu Daoyuan or the young master of the He family, Shen Zhi indeed looks very weak.

But as long as he is given enough time, relying on the skills taught by Yan Xiu, Shen Zhi has absolute confidence that he can surpass them.

"Young Master He, Liu Daoyuan, for the shame that we inflicted on the Yue family today, I will make you pay tenfold in the future!"

Shen Zhi clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart.

...

...

Time flies and more than a month has passed.

During this month, Shen Zhi rarely stepped out of the clinic.

Whenever he felt suffocated, he would just put on a bamboo hat and climb walls and run around in the bustling night market, feeling the long-lost freedom.

Shen Zhi is now a dead man.

If you accidentally expose yourself in front of that group of people, you will definitely get into unnecessary trouble.

Even Xie Shucheng and Lin Jianqiu didn't know Shen Zhi's whereabouts.

As for my parents, I don’t have to worry about them anymore.

After all, he is still nominally a disciple of Ba Yue Martial Arts School, and it is common for him not to go home for three to five months.

As for Tang Ling...

Shen Zhi looked at the endless stream of people passing by his feet and gradually fell into deep thought.

At the beginning, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and wanted to go and meet Tang Ling.

But as soon as this thought came into his mind, he forcibly suppressed it.

If all my efforts were wasted because of my momentary impulse, how could I repay Brother Yan for saving my life?

Thinking of this, Shen Zhi's restless heart gradually calmed down.

...

A few days later.

On this day, the clinic was crowded with people.

They all knew that today was the day the clinic was offering free medical services to the poor people of Yong'an City.

Anyone from a poor family can come to the clinic to have their pulse taken and receive medical treatment, free of charge.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that he will watch as many as possible no matter how many people come.

If all the people in Yong'an City came here, Yan Xiu would have to provide free medical treatment from dawn to dusk.

"Fellow villagers, there are only 100 spots available for free consultation today. If you only have minor illnesses or pains, please go home and give the opportunity to those with serious illnesses!"

Xie Shucheng and Lin Jianqiu shouted at the people outside the clinic at the top of their lungs.

"Oh, little doctor, look, I have a sore on my back. It's very serious. Let me in first."

An old farmer said this as he lifted up his clothes, revealing a walnut-sized carbuncle on his back.

The wound was red and swollen, and pus was oozing out, which looked horrifying.

When the onlookers saw the scene, they all stepped back, fearing that they would be infected.

Soon, people crowded into the small clinic, fearing that they would miss this rare opportunity.

For a moment, the entire clinic became messy and crowded.

Xie Shucheng and Lin Jianqiu were just teenagers. How could they stop these strong farmers? They were immediately squeezed to the ground by the crowd.

At this moment, an invisible air wave suddenly erupted in the clinic, pushing everyone out.

Yan Xiu walked out with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "If anyone makes any more noise, we will close the museum today!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd fell silent instantly.

Although Yan Xiu looks young, his words still carry a lot of weight in everyone's heart.

After all, there is probably no other doctor like him who can provide free medical treatment even if you search the entire Yong'an City.

Two hours later, the one hundred people selected by Yan Xiu finished watching one after another.

The rest of the people dispersed upon seeing this.

The clinic, which was once bustling with people, suddenly became deserted.

Just as Xie Shucheng was sorting out the debris, a tall figure stepped into the clinic.

The man was dressed in fine clothes and looked very dignified. One could tell at a glance that he was either rich or noble.

"Sir, today..."

Before Xie Shucheng could finish his words, the man took out a shiny silver ingot from his arms and threw it in front of him.

When he saw the silver ingot, Xie Shucheng's eyes widened immediately, and his pupils involuntarily lit up.

That’s a full fifty taels!

"Where is Doctor Yan? My young master wants to see you."

The man said in a deep voice, with an authority in his voice that could not be refused.