The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

When Shui Wuhen was born, the Shui family was already an old-established family of immortal cultivators that had been entrenched in Liushuang Valley for many years.

Although the Shui family had no Mahayana cultivators in their ancestry, they had some who reached the Fusion Realm. Therefore, such aristocratic families of immortal cultivation possessed a large amount of cultivation resources.

When Shui Wuhen was detected to have excellent spiritual root aptitude when he was a child, he was immediately given intensive training.

It could be said that in all his years, he had never worried about cultivation resources. Compared to Xiao Han, he was a true second-generation rich man born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The two of them had completely different lives.

If he had not met Xiao Han in Anyang City, which made him discover his shortcomings and finally live among low-level cultivators and gain insights into life, he probably would not have noticed those poor cultivators struggling at the bottom of society in his life.

But compared with mortals and low-level monks, this is a completely different group.

This is a group of ants that is not taken seriously by any monk.

No one would kill a group of ants for no reason, but no one would care about the life and death of a group of ants.

But now, Xiao Han, a cultivator who has reached the stage of Divine Transformation, is patiently treating a group of ants, so that these ants can suffer less and live a few more years.

So, is this what’s so special about Xiao Han?

But when Shui Wuhen thought about the fact that Xiao Han was also born a mortal, he felt that there was nothing special about this.

Of course, Boss Shui never thought that treating mortals could accumulate merits.

If doing this can also bring merit, then wouldn't those mortal doctors who are skilled in Chinese medicine have great merit?

Wouldn't it be too easy for a monk to earn merit by curing mortals?

At this time, Xiao Han had been pulled by other villagers to take his relatives to see a doctor.

She walked out holding a medicine box in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, amid the family's profuse gratitude.

Seeing Shui Wuhen standing in the courtyard, Xiao Han, filled with evil amusement, immediately shouted, "Disciple, quickly take this bamboo basket. This is the money I earned from my medical consultations."

Shui Wuhen looked at the woman who was obviously trying to take advantage of him and tease him at the same time. After a moment of silence, he walked over honestly and picked up the large bamboo basket used by mortals in his hand.

He kept telling himself in his heart that it was nothing. For the sake of the great way and for his future ascension, it really was nothing.

When Xiao Han saw Shui Wuhen really carrying the bamboo basket and following him, he felt that Shui Wuhen was extremely weird at the moment.

A Mahayana monk, a dignified land immortal!

He was willing to be called her apprentice, and he obediently followed her among the mortals with a large bamboo basket. It seemed magical no matter how you thought about it.

Of course, Xiao Han didn't know the real reason why Shui Wuhen followed her.

Otherwise, she would definitely jump up and scream, "How unreasonable! Following a poor casual cultivator like her to try to get luck, this is probably going against the will of the Heavenly Gang!"

Xiao Han had been busy for more than an hour in the village called Taoxi Village, seeing dozens of patients with major and minor ailments, and harvested half a bamboo basket of things.

There was a chicken, some red dates, a small pile of peanuts, a few pounds of millet, some miscellaneous grains, and a few very small pieces of silver.

The chicken was given to her by the village chief to thank her for curing his rheumatism and curing the illnesses of so many people in the village.

Then, the two left Taoxi Village amid the reluctant smiles of the villagers.

After leaving the village, those people were no longer visible. Xiao Han saw Shui Wuhen carrying half a bamboo basket of things and could no longer hold back his laughter.

Emma, ​​if she had been a little more courageous and taken out the photo stone to save the image of Shui Da Lao, it would have been a complete black material. But on second thought, Shui Wuhen's appearance has changed now, so even if she recorded it, it would still be useless.

What a shame.

Shui Wuhen glanced at Xiao Han, who was smiling in an ungraceful manner, then looked at the things in his hands and was about to destroy them.

Xiao Han seemed to sense what he was thinking and said hurriedly, "Give it to me, don't waste it, these are all supplies."

They can't use it, but those mortals would be very happy if they picked up a basket of things like this.

A live chicken couldn't be stuffed into the storage bracelet, so she grabbed one and stuffed it into Badou's spirit beast bag.

The sleeping Badou was awakened and saw the ordinary old hen with no spirit stuffed in by its owner. It immediately wailed in its heart.

This thing tastes so bad, why is the owner treating it so harshly?

Seeing that Shui Wuhen was not used to being close to these mortals, but was still enduring, Xiao Han decided to make further efforts and make this Mahayana cultivator with a guilty conscience reveal his true face.

With a flash of her body, she flew to the next village, Shangxi Village.

As soon as I walked into the village, I saw a large group of people gathered together to watch the excitement.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he discovered that there was a group of people surrounding a young man lying on the ground, covered in wounds.

A woman fell beside him, crying loudly and shouting, "Son, my son..."

On the other side, an old man with a goatee, in his fifties or sixties, was staggering over by another man, who was also covered in blood and was about forty or fifty years old.

When he reached the injured young man, the old man with the goatee was finally free. He glared at the man who was dragging him and was about to speak when the woman threw herself at his feet again, hugging his calf and crying, "Doctor Zhu, please, please, save Shitou, save Shitou, I kowtow to you."

After saying that, his head hit the ground with a bang.

The old man with goat beard said angrily and helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to save people, it's that I don't dare to save people...Alas!"

He sighed heavily again.

Someone in the crowd also spoke up, "That's right, Sister Chen, please don't make things difficult for Doctor Zhu. If he saves someone and the Immortal Master gets angry with him, he might even lose his life."

Someone else suggested, "Why don't you go to the Immortal Master's house and kneel down, saying that you are willing to give up Xiao He and begging him to spare Shitou's life. Perhaps Doctor Zhu will dare to save him."

The bloodstained old man fell silent, while the woman pounded her hands on the ground, crying out in grief, "Is there any justice left? Can an immortal master forcibly take a mortal's wife?"

A woman who was watching rushed over, hugged her body with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.

"Don't you want to live anymore? If you offend the Immortal Master, you and your entire family will lose their lives."

Xiao Han, who walked into the village, was able to piece together the truth of the matter just from these conversations.

She immediately shouted, "I'm a traveling doctor. Is there anyone here who needs medical treatment?"

The crowd of onlookers turned to look at her.

Xiao Han shook the bell again to illuminate the medicine box he was carrying.

The wailing woman and the blood-stained man suddenly cried out in surprise, "Yes, yes, doctor, please save my child."

Xiao Han calmly walked into the gap made by the crowd.

She had just used her spiritual sense to observe and found that the young man lying on the ground was still breathing.

For her, as long as there is still breath, she can save the person.

Xiao Han half-knelt down, pretending to take the young man's pulse. A trace of spiritual energy entered his body, protecting his heart meridian.

"It's okay, we can still save him. Don't worry, I have disciples from the Divine Doctor Valley to help. As long as he's still breathing, we can save him from the clutches of the King of Hell."

After protecting his heart meridian, Xiao Han was no longer in a hurry and even had time to brag a little.

At this moment, a cold snort was heard from a distance, "I want to see which blind guy dares to save people."