I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Seeing his master's gritted teeth in the meditation, Ling Ziyun didn't know what to say, and could only chuckle awkwardly and scratch his head.

"Are you in Qingzhou now?" The middle-aged man suddenly looked up at Ling Ziyun.

"Uh." Ling Ziyun's face stiffened, and she awkwardly turned her head to the side:

"Disciple, it is time to set off."

The middle-aged man frowned: "The epidemic in Qingzhou is urgent, you must not delay any longer."

Ling Ziyun said helplessly, "Master, Uncle Luo and the others are all in Qingzhou. If I go, I'll only be helping out at most. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"What do you know?" the middle-aged man snapped, his face turning cold as he cursed.

"I went to great lengths to persuade your Uncle Luo to go to Qingzhou to alleviate the epidemic, wasn't that just paving the way for your official career?!"

"Hurry to Qingzhou, there must be no delay!"

"Okay." Ling Ziyun smacked his lips and nodded reluctantly.

"Phew~"

The investment was suspended.

Ling Ziyun sighed, turning to look at Cheng Laiyun's room. His face was full of regret, and he pounded his fist in remorse, muttering to himself:

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have acted so morally in the first place."

"It was truly a secret attempt to guide Cheng Laiyun into the Dao; Xu Jiayin couldn't do anything about it."

He could even vaguely sense that the Medical Sect's loss of Cheng Laiyun was like missing out on a tremendous opportunity!

The medical tradition has developed for thousands of years, and the techniques of cultivation are all aimed at consolidating one's own cultivation so that one can use one's own strength to cure diseases in the world.

No one has ever thought of using ordinary methods to find the laws of the human body and then using human to heal human.

"Forget it, I'll try my best to get along well with Junior Brother Laiyun so that I can be the first to know if he has any new ideas in the future."

Ling Ziyun felt that the burden on her shoulders had become much heavier.

His eyes were resolute. He gently stroked his long, flowing hair, tied it into a knot, and then rose from the pavilion.

Just then, Gao Heyun opened the door and came out of the room with a blank expression.

"Higher Supervisor."

Ling Ziyun bowed to Gao Heyun and subconsciously glanced into the room through the crack in the door:

"How is Junior Brother Laiyun doing?"

Gao Heyun nodded slightly, one hand behind her back:

"His speech is now normal, but he still cannot move his body."

"Oh, that's good. Being able to speak normally proves that the overdraft of your divine power wasn't as severe as I thought." Ling Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go in and investigate further."

As he spoke, he began to walk into the house.

Gao Heyun glanced at him and said calmly:

"Having witnessed this incident, I must now return to the capital."

"The epidemic in Qingzhou is urgent, why haven't you set off yet?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Ziyun felt a headache coming on, and he nodded repeatedly in response:

"I'll set off once Junior Brother Yun is feeling better."

Gao Heyun lightly lifted the Xuan Blade in her hand and walked outside:

"It just so happens that Jiayin and Cheng Laiyun are also going to Qingzhou. You can go with them then."

"Oh?" Ling Ziyun's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

Is there an unexpected surprise?

As he spoke, he pushed open the door and went into the house.

"Junior Brother Laiyun!" Ling Ziyun noticed Cheng Laiyun lying on the bed as soon as he entered the room.

"Senior Brother Ling." Cheng Laiyun looked up at Ling Ziyun, smiled, and nodded.

"When will my health improve?"

Ling Ziyun nodded immediately, gave Cheng Laiyun a reassuring look, and comforted him:

"It's not a serious problem. With normal rest, you should fully recover in about two weeks."

"Half-moon 1..." Cheng Laiyun frowned slightly.

Xu Jiayin also stood up from her seat and looked at Ling Ziyun with dissatisfaction, asking:

"Is there any way to help him recover faster?"

Ling Ziyun chuckled and took out a wooden tube-shaped incense burner from his pocket:

"This item is called Soul-Soothing Incense. It is activated by spiritual power. Hold the incense and stand beside the person. After three days of burning, you will see results. If you also use spiritual power to massage the person's limbs and torso, the person will be able to get out of bed in less than two days."

"Oh?" Xu Jiayin's eyes lit up suddenly: "If you have such a good thing, why did you only bring it out now?"

As he spoke, he took the soothing incense from Ling Ziyun's hand and infused it with spiritual energy.

Before long, a rich fragrance could be smelled from under the nose.

As Cheng Laiyun lay in bed, his eyes lit up the moment he smelled the fragrance.

He could feel a slight stirring in the divine power within his sea of ​​consciousness.

It is no longer as silent and abyss-like as before.

"How is it? Can you feel anything?" Xu Jiayin looked at Cheng Laiyun and asked expectantly.

Cheng Laiyun nodded repeatedly, casting an approving glance at Ling Ziyun:

"It really works! Senior Brother Ling is truly a miracle doctor!"

"It all depends on the medical techniques; it has little to do with me." Ling Ziyun chuckled and raised an eyebrow at Cheng Laiyun.

"How is it? Is the medical method of my school far superior to that of the Mohist school?"

Cheng Laiyun opened his mouth.

I can't answer that question.

"Is there anything else?" Xu Jiayin asked, her face expressionless, staring coldly at Ling Ziyun.

"If there's nothing else, hurry up and leave."

"Tch." Ling Ziyun got up listlessly and walked outside, giving Xu Jiayin a final instruction before leaving:

"It is best to burn this calming incense for at least two hours every day."

"Alright, I know, stop nagging."

Xu Jiayin shooed Ling Ziyun out of the door as if she were chasing someone away.

She was afraid that Ling Ziyun would bewitch Cheng Laiyun and cause him to lose his Mo Xiu skills and learn his lousy medical cultivation.

After Ling Ziyun left.

Only Xu Jiayin and Cheng Laiyun remained in the room.

A man and a woman alone in a room.

The atmosphere was slightly somber.

Cheng Laiyun secretly glanced at Xu Jiayin and, by the candlelight in the room, saw that Xu Jiayin was seriously fiddling with the tube of calming incense in her hand.

From this perspective, Xu Jiayin, under the candlelight, resembles a virtuous and beautiful woman, a good wife and mother.

Her face was exquisite, her eyes bright as stars, and her heart as vast as the ocean made Cheng Laiyun's throat tighten. He dared not look any longer and quickly looked away.

Just after he looked away.

Xu Jiayin's eyes happened to lift up, and although she appeared to be fiddling with the soothing incense, her palms were actually sweating.

A few strands of hair fell across her forehead, and she secretly peeked at Cheng Laiyun lying there through the gaps in her hair.

The young man's face was somewhat pale, but it still couldn't hide the sharp, chiseled lines on his features.

His phoenix eyes were sharp yet gentle, and his sword-like eyebrows were slightly slanted like the moon's hook.

The prominent Adam's apple on his neck exuded masculine hormones, captivating her for a moment.

"Senior Sister Xu," Cheng Laiyun said, breaking the awkward silence. He looked at Xu Jiayin with curiosity.

"You just said that the Ink Clan armor can truly be mistaken for my colossus?"

"Huh? Senior Sister Xu?"

"Oh my~"

Xu Jiayin blushed and quickly came to her senses, pretending to be completely natural.

She took a deep breath, averting her gaze to the side, avoiding eye contact with Cheng Laiyun:

"This matter must begin with the Jade Pivot Giant Statue."

Cheng Laiyun listened intently.