Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao was filled with resentment. He sat cross-legged and circulated his spiritual energy for two weeks, but he still couldn't cure his stiff neck.

Is this a prophecy?

This must be a curse...

No wonder Song Kezi seems used to being struck by lightning; with such ability, he deserves to shoulder more responsibility.

She was furious. Even if she wasn't that powerful, she was at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and she absolutely shouldn't have gotten a stiff neck like this.

That's good, I really need to go see the old lady at the clinic.

Zhu Wuyao led the white horse, tilting his chin to the side as he looked at people, appearing quite arrogant.

"That's Zhu Wuyao, who advanced after slaying the mule? Isn't she supposed to be compassionate? Why is she looking at people with such disdain?"

"Hmph, those so-called geniuses, which one of them doesn't look down on others? The rumors are good, but who knows what they're really like..."

"I disagree. The way she looks at people with her chin held high gives off a rather arrogant and condescending vibe!"

……

I just have a stiff neck.

You can't just rush after someone to explain yourself.

I originally planned to go to the Ink Trace Bookstore first, but now it seems that the old lady at the clinic is the best option.

Riding her black horse, she walked through Xulan Street and stopped in front of the rather simple-looking wooden house, with wooden planks still nailed haphazardly to the windows.

Push the door open and go in.

The clinic still had that gloomy atmosphere. The old woman was sitting at the table flipping through a book, and the room was filled with the smell of herbs.

She glanced at Zhu Wuyao and said:

"The Great Perfection of Qi Refining is truly different; even the way he looks at people is incredibly arrogant."

Zhu Wuyao wasn't annoyed by the ridicule. This old woman was indeed extraordinary; she revealed her cultivation level so easily.

"Don't make fun of me. You can tell I'm at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, but you can't tell I have a stiff neck?"

The old woman sneered:

"I thought you were deliberately showing off in front of me."

cough.

Although I do have that thought in mind...

"Grandma, could you please treat my stiff neck first?"

"Ten spiritual stones."

"Huh? Even if your medical skills are superb, charging ten spirit stones to treat a stiff neck is a bit outrageous."

The old woman flipped through the book, not even glancing at her, and asked instead:

"Don't you know how you got a stiff neck?"

……

Sure enough, it really was Song Kezi's fault. If it involved fate and destiny, this old woman said that ten spirit stones could cure it, which is quite remarkable.

Zhu Wuyao moved a stool and sat down next to the old woman.

“Grandma, why did you advise me to give up my idea of ​​spiritual practice when I first came here?”

The old woman ignored her, turned slightly, and continued reading her medical book.

The book wasn't in very good condition; the corners were yellowed, but the old woman turned the pages very carefully.

It's probably a medical book I just found somewhere.

Undeterred, Zhu Wuyao continued to ask annoyingly, "Can you tell me what the residual poison in my body was?"

During this cultivation conference in Zhongling City, she is very likely to encounter people from Dongji City.

Although the person who poisoned the body may not be a cultivator, having more knowledge of the truth will give them some confidence.

You never know when you might need it.

The old woman at the clinic finally turned around and looked at her, saying:

"Ignorance is indeed a kind of luck."

……

Was I given some pointers, or was I looked down upon?

She was somewhat bewildered. After this exchange, she seemed to understand, yet it also left her even more confused. It felt so familiar...

Zhu Wuyao looked at the old woman with some suspicion and asked:

"Grandma, could it be that you have some connection with the Star-Picking Tower?"

"Just like your relationship with Huicaotang."

What is Huicaotang?

"It's the name of my clinic."

"...Then I have quite a connection with Huicaotang."

"Yes, if I were as shameless as you, I could also claim that I have a special connection with the Star-Picking Tower."

……

Zhu Wuyao took a deep breath.

Don't get angry, you can't beat them...

This senior seems very capable. So what if he just says something hurtful? It's nothing. Which junior hasn't been insulted?

“Grandma, I have reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. Do you think my cultivation speed is a bit too slow?”

Zhu Wuyao feigned worry, wanting to subtly show off in order to regain face and rebuild his confidence.

The old woman closed the medical book in her hand, turned to look at Zhu Wuyao, and said:

"It is a bit slow. Are you planning to accumulate knowledge and experience before making a big splash?"

...Zhu Wuyao raised her hand and slowly covered her chest, feeling that her stiff neck had not yet healed and she had suffered internal injuries.

Today, she finally understands what it means to "bring shame upon oneself."

Why would someone be so foolish as to come to this clinic to show off?

Good friends are meant to share joys and sorrows. Next time, bring Huaying to visit.

They both pursued a career in medicine.

Who knows, Hua Yingting might be able to withstand the old woman's magical attacks at the clinic and learn some of her senior's skills here.

Relationships are all built by taking advantage of others.

My relationship with my mother-in-law is very good now, otherwise why would she only criticize me and not others?

Zhu Wuyao silently prepared himself mentally, readjusted his attitude, and was just about to say something when he heard the old woman speak:

"I read that storybook; you've suffered."

Hmm? Could it be that the book was discovered to be based on my own experiences? How exactly did I suffer?

The old woman continued, "You can tell from her appearance that she's not valued at home and hasn't read many books."

Zhu Wuyao was speechless for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I've suffered."

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After leaving Huicao Hall and mounting her horse, she glanced back, intending to leave this sorrowful place as quickly as possible.

Hmm? My stiff neck is better now?

Zhu Wuyao turned his neck, which had regained its flexibility, and bowed to the clinic to express his gratitude, without caring whether the old woman was watching or not.

The Inkmark Bookstore has become much busier.

There were two groups of people arguing ahead. Zhu Wuyao tied up his mule and went over to listen.

"What Mr. Speechless? All he does is write sensational stories to make money. As the saying goes, storytelling is the best in the world!"

"Ha, Youdao has only written one book, and the story is so short. It's obvious that he knows he's not good enough and doesn't dare to write more for fear of revealing his weaknesses. Let Youdao write a longer novel and then compare it with Mr. Wuyu!"

"As the saying goes, although storybooks are short, this one surpasses countless storybook writers, including your Mr. Speechless."

"Who says otherwise? That line, 'After a thousand years of searching for the path to immortality, I turned around and found myself already a god,' is something that this speechless little thief can't even begin to describe."

"Yes, yes, and that speechless little thief still hasn't written one episode!"

……

Zhu Wuyao stood to the side, listening to everyone's argument with amazement, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, when suddenly someone asked:

"My friend, whose stories do you like?"

As the only neutral person present, Zhu Wuyao looked left and right and saw that the supporters of Mr. Wuyu and the supporters of Youdaoshi were staring at him with predatory eyes.

She immediately declared, "I have a reading disability, and the 'Youdaoshi' novels have fewer words, so I'll choose 'Youdaoshi'!"