The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

The moment Ling Ziyan finished speaking, Duan Tianyang leaped onto the eaves of a house like an arrow.

Ling Ziyan frowned slightly, quickly took out something from her arms, and threw it at Duan Tianyang on the roof.

Duan Tianyang reacted quickly and instinctively reached out to catch it. When he looked down, he found that it was an extremely delicate small porcelain bottle.

Ling Ziyan shouted loudly: "This is golden wound medicine!"

Duan Tianyang didn't look back, quietly put the small porcelain bottle into his arms, and took a step forward without hesitation. In a few jumps, he disappeared without a trace.

Ling Ziyan stared at the direction where Duan Tianyang disappeared, her brows furrowed like a tangled little lump.

Although she didn't know what Duan Tianyang really looked like, she deeply remembered his voice, the smell of him, and even more, his sparkling eyes.

She could hardly believe her eyes when the person before her matched those memories.

Duan Tianyang broke free from Ling Ziyan's entanglement and ran straight to the God of Wealth Inn.

There happened to be a pharmacy near the inn, and he rushed in. The doctor was shocked to see the injuries on his back, and saw that there were several large cuts on his back.

The doctor cleaned Duan Tianyang's wound carefully, and every scratch was examined by him carefully.

Then, he carefully picked up the needle and thread and began to sew carefully. During the process, the doctor couldn't help but ask: "Young man, I see that you have a handsome face and don't look like the kind of person who likes to fight. How did you end up with such a serious injury?"

He paused and continued, "However, you are lucky. These wounds are not too deep. Otherwise, your life would be in danger."

Duan Tianyang had no regrets. Even though Ling Ziyan had hurt the original owner many times, she was still the original owner's beloved.

If there was no Ling Ziyan, perhaps he would not exist. It can be said that it was because of Ling Ziyan that he was able to travel to this world and possess Duan Tianyang.

What's more, Ling Ziyan is so beautiful, how could Duan Tianyang ignore her?

He suddenly remembered something, took out the small porcelain bottle Ling Ziyan had thrown to him from his clothes, handed it to the doctor, and said, "Doctor, please apply this medicine on my wound."

Although the doctor felt strange about the title "doctor", he did not ask much questions but just took the porcelain bottle curiously.

Just by looking at this exquisite porcelain bottle, he could tell that the medicine inside was definitely not ordinary.

He turned the porcelain bottle over and over, and then looked carefully at the bottom of the bottle, on which were engraved three small black characters: City Lord's Mansion.

When the doctor saw the three words "City Lord's Mansion", the porcelain bottle in his hand almost fell out of shock.

He stammered, "You...you are..."

Duan Tianyang had not noticed the words "City Lord's Mansion" on the porcelain bottle before, but he saw it now. He smiled and said to the doctor, "Just help me apply the medicine."

Since he could take out the medicine bottle from the City Lord's Mansion, the doctor naturally did not dare to neglect him.

He hurriedly opened the porcelain bottle, revealing a red, sticky ointment.

He carefully took out some ointment and applied it on the wound on Duan Tianyang's back.

As the ointment covered the wound, the original stinging sensation quickly disappeared, replaced by a refreshing minty feeling.

After the doctor applied ointment to all the wounds on Duan Tianyang's back, the cool feeling gradually subsided, replaced by burning and itching.

Duan Tianyang couldn't help twisting his body, frowning and asking the doctor: "What kind of medicine is this? Why is my wound so itchy?"

The doctor was stunned, and moved closer to Duan Tianyang's back to carefully observe his wound.

He found that the wound that had just been sutured had begun to heal, and the red ointment seemed to have completely penetrated into the wound.

He widened his eyes, looked at Duan Tianyang's wound, then looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand. After a moment's pause, he suddenly realized.

He murmured to himself, "The medicine in the City Lord's Mansion is indeed extraordinary. This bottle of golden wound medicine must be carefully brewed from top-grade rosin and musk. It has the magical effect of stopping bleeding, promoting tissue growth, and promoting rapid wound healing."

The burning sensation on Duan Tianyang's back receded like the tide, replaced by an itchy feeling that was difficult to ignore.

Duan Tianyang turned around and borrowed a bronze mirror from the doctor, examining his wounds.

The ointment previously applied had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the blood clots in the wound, like a vivid picture.

After the doctor carefully bandaged the wound, Duan Tianyang handed over the silver and prepared to return to the God of Wealth Inn.

At this moment, the doctor suddenly had an idea. He stopped Duan Tianyang who was about to leave and asked in a curious tone: "Excuse me, sir, you just called me a doctor. What's so special about this title?"

Duan Tianyang laughed loudly upon hearing this, and responded: "That's just the local dialect in my hometown, which means doctor."

The doctor nodded slightly and fell into deep thought. A doctor should save the dying and heal the wounded, so that the sick can regain their life. So this is what it means.

Duan Tianyang walked on the street back to the inn, and Ling Ziyan's figure kept appearing in his mind. This feeling made him very uncomfortable and very scared.

As he walked hurriedly, Duan Tianyang suddenly realized that the whole street was unusually quiet, and there was not even a single pedestrian.

At this moment, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He immediately hid in the alley next to him and carefully observed the situation on the street.

A team of city guards ran past in a hurry, and the leading team leader shouted loudly: "Search every house and make sure to find tonight's assassin!"

Duan Tianyang was originally full of ambition and wanted to make a big splash in Xuanhuang City. He also rescued the young master of Xuanhuang City, Yi Fan, tonight. However, he never expected to meet the vicious woman Ling Ziyan here, and he didn't know how she became a princess.

Given her temper, she probably wouldn't let me off easily. Considering Ling Ziyan's current status, as a princess, it would be as easy for her to kill him as to crush an ant.

Duan Tianyang couldn't help but feel like retreating and wanted to leave this dangerous place.

He really wanted to stay in Xuanhuang City. Ling Ziyan's appearance was impeccable, but her personality intimidated him. The memory of the original owner left a deep shadow in his heart.

How to do it?

Duan Tianyang's eyes suddenly lit up! He thought that if he just changed his name, even if Ling Ziyan really recognized him, he could insist that he was not Duan Tianyang.

In fact, he was not Duan Tianyang at all.

So, what kind of pseudonym should I choose? Hmm... Young and Dangerous? Hung Hing Society? Chen Haonan? Hahaha, this name is simply wonderful!

Hey hey hey! That's it.

When he returned to the God of Wealth Inn, he saw all the members of the Hongxing Society gathered together, including Jin Bao. Duan Tianyang finally felt relieved.

"Brother Tian! Why did you come back just now? We have been waiting for you for a long time." Xiao Fang and others asked anxiously.

Duan Tianyang looked at everyone solemnly and said seriously, "From now on, don't call me Brother Tian in public. Call me Brother Nan. My full name is Chen Haonan."