Steady Mortal Path: Starting from Obtaining the Golden Core Inheritance

Lin Changsheng's heart raced slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of anything amiss.

The man in front of me looked seriously injured and seemed unable to take care of himself even in daily life.

Even so, he still concealed his true cultivation level, only revealing the aura of the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

If Lin Changsheng hadn't cultivated the "Eternal Spring of Withered Trees" and possessed a keen sensitivity to auras, an ordinary Qi Condensation stage cultivator would have had no chance of detecting it.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, this is Master Lin, the talisman master of my He family, and the one who makes the Rejuvenation Talisman."

"Master Lin, this is my good friend, Fellow Daoist Liu Zifeng."

He Wanying quietly introduced the two of them.

"Ahem, my health is failing and I don't have much time left. I am deeply grateful to the He family for taking such good care of me out of our past relationship."

The gaunt man on the bed coughed lightly before speaking, then politely addressed Lin Changsheng, "Thank you for your help, Master Lin. I am nearing the end of my life, yet the He family still cares for me so much. Regardless of the outcome of this treatment, the promised reward will not be less than promised. Master Lin, please feel free to try..."

"Please conserve your strength and refrain from speaking, Fellow Daoist Liu. Now that I am here, I will do my best to try."

Lin Changsheng spoke with concern, offering his reminder.

But he kept thinking about it.

This 'Fellow Daoist Liu' may seem terminally ill, but he is actually hiding his true level of cultivation, and his condition may not be as bad as it appears.

Furthermore, given that he had clearly suffered a serious injury, he should have sought out a spiritual vein rich in spiritual energy to recuperate. However, 'Fellow Daoist Liu' was hiding in the mortal world, which is devoid of spiritual energy, and this is not conducive to the recovery of his injuries.

What puzzled Lin Changsheng the most was whether He Wanying knew the true level of 'Fellow Daoist Liu'?

"Then please have Master Lin examine him. Even if it can only slightly alleviate Fellow Daoist Liu's injuries, it would be a great favor to the He family."

He Wanying's soft voice came over, and she took two steps back to make room for Lin Changsheng.

Lin Changsheng walked to the bedside and noticed out of the corner of his eye several dull talisman papers scattered on the floor.

He immediately recognized that these were all rejuvenating charms he had made himself.

“Fellow Daoist Liu, I need to begin my examination. If you feel unwell, please bear with me.”

Lin Changsheng gave a reminder and then reached out to press on Liu Zifeng's carotid artery.

The latter nodded slightly in response.

But upon noticing Lin Changsheng's actions, her body instinctively tensed and stiffened for a moment before returning to normal.

Lin Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief when he reached out and touched the other person's neck, and then began to examine him in a serious manner.

Knowing that this person was seriously injured, Lin Changsheng was still somewhat worried about a Foundation Establishment cultivator who was not very honest.

However, now, if Fellow Daoist Liu Zifeng makes the slightest move, Lin Changsheng is able to nip it in the bud!

"Fellow Daoist Liu's internal organs and meridians have suffered varying degrees of damage, and there are still some stubborn magical forces remaining in many places, constantly preventing you from using your internal energy to recover."

After a moment, Lin Changsheng looked serious and said to himself, "This is a bit troublesome. The sinister aura that is wreaking havoc in Fellow Daoist Liu's body is not the work of an ordinary Qi Condensation cultivator."

"Ahem... Many years ago, I was severely injured by a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a casual strike. Fortunately, that senior only coveted a treasure I possessed and did not intend to kill me..."

Liu Zifeng explained weakly.

"To heal Fellow Daoist Liu, we must first use gentle methods to dissolve his remaining magical power. This Foundation Establishment senior possesses profound magical power, and I can only complete the treatment in several sessions."

After examining the man, Lin Changsheng slowly channeled a wisp of the emerald green magic power of the "Eternal Spring of Withered Trees" into his body to nourish the damaged meridians.

Liu Zifeng couldn't help but hum a few times, and with Lin Changsheng's help, a look of relief appeared on his pale and sickly face.

Lin Changsheng's wood-attribute magic is delicate, gentle, and ever-renewing, rich in life force.

It has a similar therapeutic effect to the Rejuvenation Talisman, and it is more plentiful and filling.

The violent and frenzied aura seemed to subside upon contact with the pale green aura.

Unfortunately, the two auras were of vastly different quality. Lin Changsheng's magical power was far less abundant and refined than the residual magical power within Liu Zifeng, and therefore it was consumed very quickly.

After an incense stick had burned, a layer of sweat appeared on Lin Changsheng's forehead and kept rolling down. His breathing became somewhat rapid, and he could see that his power was failing and he had no choice but to stop practicing.

"To completely eradicate the residual magical power in Fellow Daoist Liu's body, three more treatments like this are needed. After each treatment, Lin himself needs a month to recuperate."

Lin Changsheng looked weak and listless, as if he had exhausted his magical power.

"Master Lin's medical skills are truly astonishing. Once I have fully recovered, I will definitely repay Master Lin properly..."

Liu Zifeng's weak voice was filled with surprise, and his words were full of gratitude to Lin Changsheng.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, you're too kind. The treatment has just been completed. Please rest for a while, and I won't disturb you any longer."

Lin Changsheng waved his hand and left the room with He Wanying.

"I didn't expect Master Lin to actually have a solution!" He Wanying came to Lin Changsheng's side, her voice melodious and gentle, her fragrance as fresh as ever.

"This is a second-tier wood-attribute demon core that Fellow Daoist Liu left with me. I will give it to Master Lin as he wishes."

As she spoke, He Wanying took out a round, emerald-green bead the size of a lychee, which emitted a powerful wood-attribute demonic energy.

Second-tier demon core!

……

"Brother Lin, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Won't you rest a little longer?"

Seeing Yu Linchangsheng's tired yet anxious appearance, Zhang Xiucai was full of doubt.

"There's an urgent matter at the He family's residence, so I need to go back."

Lin Changsheng offered a casual explanation.

The two activated their magical artifacts and soared into the sky, traveling at high speed.

After flying for half a day, Lin Changsheng and Zhang Xiucai parted ways hundreds of miles away from the He family.

For the remainder of the journey, Lin Changsheng fully activated the superior-grade magic weapon, the Willow Leaf Shuttle.

At the same time, he kept a few mana recovery talismans on hand to replenish the mana he consumed at any time.

They arrived at the He family's territory an hour later.

Looking at the familiar scene before him, as if returning from a journey, Lin Changsheng's anxious heart finally relaxed.

"That Liu Zifeng is definitely problematic. We must never have any contact with him again!"

"We should also keep our distance from He Wanying..."

Upon returning to the He family home, Lin Changsheng immediately made up his mind.

As for what he had promised Liu Zifeng, Lin Changsheng decided to go back on his word.

Anyway, this trip yielded a breakthrough pill for the late stage of Qi Condensation, so I basically won't need to go out again for the next few years.

Back in the courtyard, He Yun and Tian Fu were arguing heatedly, their faces red and necks bulging, for reasons unknown.

"Uncle Lin, Xiao Fuzi took the Crimson Centipede out to show off!"

He Yun glared at Tian Fu with resentment and complained to Lin Changsheng.

"Uncle Lin, Yun'er is talking nonsense!" Tian Fu immediately retorted, glancing somewhat guiltily at Lin Changsheng. Seeing that Uncle Lin's face showed no anger, he explained, "I took the Crimson Centipede to Blue Jade Lake to catch spirit fish, and we happened to run into those brats from the He family who were saying Uncle Lin was always stealing fish. I got angry and released the Crimson Centipede to scare them..."

"Little Fu, you've gone too far! Those boys always bully you, and today you deliberately brought the Crimson Centipede to settle scores, didn't you!" He Yun grabbed Tian Fu's ear and started scolding him: "You scared your sixth uncle's second son so much he wet his pants, and your third aunt's sixth son fell into the lake and caught a cold..."