How come I was the one being targeted?

Bai Jun withdrew his gaze, tore off half of the sleeve of his shirt, squatted in front of Qiu Zhou and urgently treated the wound on his left arm.

As for whether people are grateful or not, he doesn't take it to heart. Gratitude or hatred are other people's thoughts and have never affected his own code of conduct.

He quickly used a cloth strip to tighten the left arm artery that was still bleeding. Although his movements were a bit rough and clumsy, Bai Jun had seen real battlefield first aid after all, so he had some experience. He quickly stopped the bleeding. It was a pity that there was no emergency medicine such as sulfa, otherwise the effect would have been better.

Bai Jun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this way the child could be saved.

"Just bear with it for a while. The doctors from the Danding Division will come to save you soon. Their methods are much gentler than mine."

Bai Jun didn't scold Qiu Zhou harshly. Instead, he squatted beside him, constantly soothing him and even chatting with him humorously: "But I personally think I'm quite gentle. If you have ever seen military doctors treating patients on the battlefield, they are ruthless characters who use glue to stop bleeding and pin the wounded's tongue..."

"Why did you come to save me?" Qiu Zhou stared at Bai Jun blankly, as if he wanted to find the answer from his face.

"Reason? Does saving someone need a reason?" Bai Jun shook his head, finding the question amusing. But after a moment's thought, he continued, "Well, if I must say, it's because of the Resurrection Powder in your hand."

"Resurrection, righteousness dispersion?" The young man asked in confusion.

"Yes, that's the one you're holding in your arms." Bai Jun nodded, restraining his smile. "Tell me, who gave it to you?"

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Qiu Zhou's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his voice gradually grew weaker. "Yes, that planter gave it to me."

Completely unfamiliar words, sounding like members of a certain organization. Confused, Bai Jun calmed down and asked the most practical question: "Where is that cultivator?"

"He, he is..." Qiu Zhou seemed unable to support his exhausted spirit, and fell into a deep faint while muttering softly.

It came to an abrupt end at the most critical juncture. Bai Jun immediately recalled the painful experience of slacking off and listening to storytelling in the past, but was caught and sent back to work halfway through. Pain rose in his heart, and he wished he could wake him up and ask him clearly.

But looking at the boy's pale face and thin body, Bai Jun finally sighed softly and chose not to wake him up.

The smell of grease mixed with blood in the room was so disgusting that Bai Jun carried the unconscious Qiu Zhou to the courtyard. But even so, the bloody smell on his body could not be shaken off, making Bai Jun frown in disgust and repeatedly wipe his slender fingers and the scabbard with toilet paper.

Looking up at the sky slightly, it was already dark. The gorgeous sunset piled up on the dome at the end of the sight. Large patches of fiery clouds spread out, burning like flames.

Bai Jun leaned lazily against the wall. He had nothing to do while waiting for the Yunqi Army, so he looked around his surroundings with boredom.

This is a small courtyard, with blood-stained bandages and cotton balls thrown around randomly, which is shocking. In the left corner, there are things like coal stoves, soup pots, iron pots and other kitchen utensils, while the right corner is full of soaked firewood. Various things are scattered on the ground in the center of the courtyard, including chopsticks, bowls and chopsticks, and several yellowed photos. There seems to be a woman's figure on it, but it is badly damaged and cannot be seen clearly.

Suddenly, Bai Jun's eyes fell on a thick notebook lying among the dishes. He picked it up and glanced through a few pages. Much of it was blurred with blood, but the specific contents showed that it was Qiu Zhou's diary. Perhaps he could find information about the so-called cultivator he mentioned...

Bai Jun glanced at Qiu Zhou lying on the ground and thought, this is just for work, it can't be considered an invasion of privacy, right? Just as he was about to flip through the survey, the sound of hurried footsteps and shouting outside the door interrupted his thoughts. Instinctively, he put it in his arms out of fear.

"Yunqi is investigating the case, all outsiders please stand back!"

With a roar, the heavy iron gate that had been opened by Bai Jun a long time ago was kicked open again. The rushing Cloud Cavalry swarmed into the courtyard and surrounded Bai Jun and Qiu Zhou on the ground.

The leader of the Yunqi Army was a man with a thick beard. He had some friendship with Dahao. He looked carefully at Bai Jun, who raised his hands obediently, and quickly recognized his identity. He then bowed to him in a flattering manner. After understanding the whole story, he signaled Bai Jun that he could leave at any time.

In order not to affect the Yunqi Army's protection of the first scene, Bai Jun handed Qiu Zhou to them and turned around to leave the courtyard. When he left, he could faintly hear the retching sounds coming from the Yunqi in the house.

After Bai Jun left, the two Yunqi soldiers on guard came to the gate made of fine iron and sandalwood. Facing the heavy iron door, the two sighed and touched the door. The door was made of wood with iron plates, heavy and thick. It was obvious at a glance that it was difficult for humans to destroy this door without tools.

However, this gate, which is comparable to a shield, now has a fist-sized hole, which looks particularly eye-catching.

"God, how did you open this door? Did you cut it open with a weapon?"

"How is that possible? A sharp sword blade would create a smooth, neat cut. Look at this hole, it's clearly made with a blunt object!"

"Blunt weapon? What kind of blunt weapon can accurately carve a hole? Why do I feel..."

"What does it feel like?"

“It felt like it was smashed open with a fist.”

The two of them imagined the unbelievable scene - the arm passed through the iron door, and it was at the hinge.

No, more than that, the arm kept sinking into the door with a low sound, and then the hinges made a wailing sound as it said goodbye to the wall.

It's a monster...

The two of them swallowed at the same time and shuddered suddenly.

Chapter 22: Dad's Illness

"Ding--"

[Moral Praise +15]

[45/100]

The cold and familiar mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded. Under normal circumstances, Bai Jun would definitely be very happy to be able to add so many moral points in one breath, but at the moment it was really difficult to muster any interest. His mind was immersed in the cultivator mentioned by Qiu Zhou just now, and he even subconsciously ignored the movements around him.

Walking slowly through the streets, Bai Jun took out the diary from his arms and flipped through a few pages. He found the words on the yellowed paper difficult to decipher.

It's not that it uses a language other than the Xianzhou language, but that the font is too ugly and the layout is too poor. The dense handwriting looks like ants crawling, and there are black circles that are covered and crossed out from time to time. Combined with the dripping black ink, it is simply a visual feast.

As it was quite dark in the low alley, after reading for a while, Bai Jun felt his eyes were very tired so he put away the diary and put it back in his arms, thinking of turning on the desk lamp when he got home to read it carefully.

After exiting the narrow alley, Bai Jun's vision suddenly became clear. The stench that had been lingering around him was swept away by the scent of fireworks in the air. Although there was still a faint smell of blood, it was much better than before.

He reached out and touched the exposed skin of his left arm. The slightly cold feeling reminded him of the sleeve he used to bandage Qiu Zhou. Fortunately, the attention of the people around him was not on him, which made Bai Jun feel a little relieved and he wanted to go home quickly.

"Bai Jun! Bai Jun!"

At this moment, a familiar voice with worry sounded. Bai Jun was stunned for a moment, and followed the voice to the cute figure at the other end of the street.

Bai Lu had tears in her eyes as she trotted into Bai Jun's arms, burying her tear-stained face in his embrace. Her clothes were soaked by the tears that fell, and her soft and petite body trembled slightly as she whimpered softly, "I'm really, really worried about you..."

Bai Jun could feel the trembling of the petite body in his arms. His hand, suspended in the air, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently placed it on her little head, constantly comforting her: "It's okay, it's okay, I won't leave Master Bai Lu..."

She raised her tear-stained face, and although tears were still falling, she said in a confused and low voice, "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Bai Jun gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then gently hugged her, repeating it over and over again without getting tired of it.

When Bai Jun's clothes were completely soaked by her tears, Bai Lu finally stopped crying. She slowly pulled away from Bai Jun's arms and suddenly said, "My clothes stink."

“I’m sorry…”

The tips of Bai Lu's ears turned red, and she suddenly buried her face in his arms again, lowering her head to hide her shy face, and whispered muffledly: "I don't care."

Next to him, Shan He was squatting under the street light with two cups of steaming happy fairy tea in his hands. Looking at the heartwarming scene between the brother and sister, he didn't know who to envy for a moment.

After a while, Shan He, who was squatting on the ground and drawing circles out of boredom, felt someone approaching. He looked up and saw Bai Jun coming. He looked tired and pointed at the small figure in his arms with his eyes. It seemed that it was the nature of children. Bai Lu, who was tired from crying, fell asleep in Bai Jun's arms very naturally.

"Why didn't you take Bai Lu with you? Didn't you agree to be back before sunset?"

"Do you think I don't want to? Lord Bailu has been worried about you and refuses to go back first. What can I, as a servant, do?" Shan He carefully took Bailu and held her in his arms as if she were a treasure. At the same time, he glanced at Bai Jun with a hint of resentment.

"You can obviously report this directly to the Dragon Master of your clan, right? At the very least, you can notify the doctors at the Dan Ding Division."

"...What are you talking about? How come I don't know?" Unable to bear Bai Jun's teasing gaze, Shan He turned his face away as if nothing had happened and handed the Immortal Happy Tea in his hand to Bai Jun: "Here, Mistress Bai Lu specially asked me to buy it. She is really good to you."

"It's my honor." Bai Jun smiled helplessly and took the milk tea.

"Alright, let's go! It's against clan rules to be so late. Not to mention Master Bailu, I'm afraid I'll be severely punished by the Dan Ding Division..."

"Well, how about I go and plead for you?"

"No, where are you from..."

The two chatted casually and left as the sun set.

After they had completely walked away, two figures slowly and steadily emerged from the shadows of the alley.

"Master Digger, are you just going to let him go like this?" The shorter believer looked at Bai Jun's back in confusion and asked the black-robed man called Digger beside him.

The cultivator remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "Never mind. These are turbulent times, and the leader has already said we shouldn't get impatient. We must prioritize the overall situation."

In fact, there was another sentence. He had a vague feeling that he was no match for Bai Jun. Of course, he didn't say it out loud, but instead used it as a command to change the subject:

"Beginning recording, experiment number: Qiu Kui, Xianzhou, immortal. This subject has shown signs of a demonic body and has been consented to this experiment by his family. After the subject took the solidified powder of the Chi Ming marrow fluid, the demonic body symptoms were significantly alleviated. It is also worth noting that the subject's mental state recovered almost to that of an ordinary person during the experiment. This state lasted for approximately seven days. The drug's effect was far stronger than that of the Resurrection and Righteousness Powder, but a strong mutation reaction occurred afterwards. The subject has been destroyed."

After a pause, the cultivator added, "A silver-haired young man has appeared beside the Dragon Girl. In my humble opinion, his danger level is extremely high. For the sake of subsequent plans, I recommend eliminating him immediately.

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In the evening, after taking a shower, Bai Jun walked into the study with a towel.

After dealing with the torn clothes, Bai Jun changed into another linen shirt and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

There is a bookcase next to the edge of the desk, which is neatly stacked with various books and magazines about weapon casting design, about ten or so in total. The wall on the right is inlaid with gray pipes and connected wall lamps. It is not gorgeous and can be described as very simple.

Reaching out and turning on the switch of the desk lamp, bright light quickly filled the interior of the wall lamp, then passed through the transparent glass, the darkness suddenly shrank, and the wall was dyed with warm yellow light. Bai Jun felt inexplicably at ease and spread the diary he picked up on the table.

This time, he carefully examined the diary, not missing any details.

After several interpretations, it can be roughly seen that most of the first part of the diary is about Qiu Zhou's curses full of resentment towards the society. Between the distorted lines, there are parts that curse his gambling grandfather, as well as resentment towards his mother, and even complaints about his admired father. It is hard to imagine that this was written by a minor.

He continued to flip through the pages, and found that most of the middle part of the diary had been torn off for some reason. It was difficult to find any useful information on the damaged pages. There was no way, Bai Jun could only skip this part and look at the records of the latest few months.

When he turned to a page with particularly distorted handwriting, Bai Jun immediately sat up straight and concentrated on investigating this part of the handwriting.

"On February 21st, my always gloomy father suddenly started talking nonsense. He asked me why I put dirt in his bowl, why I burned his clothes, and why I left him. I didn't understand, so I could only tell him repeatedly that I would not leave."

"On February 24th, and for the next few days, Dad stopped eating and drinking, and refused to respond. He sat there like a zombie, like a spider web in an unswept corner, dusty and lifeless. This omen is very similar to what happened to Grandpa back then... No, it's impossible. Dad is a Cloud Rider, a hero. How could he have fallen into the demonic realm?"

"February 26th, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it... Golden branches began to grow from Dad's body. The proliferating branches pierced his skin, gouging out large chunks of flesh. Half the room was covered in blood. Dad lay on the ground wailing. I had to find a healer after daybreak."

"On February 27th, as soon as I left Jinren Lane, a strange man in a black robe stopped me. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I know he claimed to be a cultivator of some secret medicine from the King of Medicine. He gave me a packet of powdered medicine and said it could save Dad. I didn't want to accept it, but if I really went to find the doctors from the Danding Division, they would definitely take Dad away like they took Grandpa. This is the only family I have left, and I will never allow them to take Dad away!"

"On February 28th, I was just trying it out, but I never imagined this powder would actually work! Dad's condition has improved significantly, and I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel like he's gotten younger. It's ridiculous to say that people on Xianzhou age better. Our appearance doesn't change after adulthood, but our demeanor does. Dad's steps are brisk, and his expression is free and easy, as if his face, once covered in dust and dirt, has relaxed."

"March 2nd. Dad's condition has been getting better and better these past few days. Not only can he speak now, but he also has a good appetite. His appetite is astonishing. He often touches my head and tells me that we should live well together. Yes, live well..."

"On the morning of March 6th, I was awakened by a commotion in the next room. I hurried to Dad's room, only to find him collapsed on the floor, vomiting up a ton of undigested food. I even saw a few teeth in the vomit. That afternoon, Dad's hair suddenly started falling out, and then he ran off to his room. I... I think I should go find the healer from the Danding Division."

"On March 7th, Dad's hair grew back completely! How is this possible? And he completely forgot what happened yesterday. Why, why..."

"On the evening of March 8th, Dad's body began to swell up. It was like he was filled with water. His teeth, hair, and nails all started falling out. It was so disgusting, so disgusting. I wanted to find a healer and ask them to save Dad! But as soon as I left the house, I was stopped by that guy who called himself the Digger. He said Dad was adapting to the demonic body and that he only needed to take three more doses of medicine to completely overcome it. I didn't believe him, but he was right. If I went to find a healer, Dad would definitely be taken away."

"On March 9th, I gave Dad two doses of powder, but his condition hasn't improved at all. He's vomiting blood and brown... fat. No, I have to give him the last dose tomorrow. If it doesn't work, I'm afraid I'll have to go find a healer from the Danding Division..."

The content of the diary came to an abrupt end here, and the time on the calendar on the desk was exactly March 10th. It was obvious that Qiu Zhou no longer had the opportunity to add to the diary.

Bai Jun closed his diary and turned off the wall lamp on his right, watching the light slowly dim until it went out. He continued to sit there, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the corner of his lips, silent in the quiet darkness, like the most attentive audience member in the cinema.

"The Secret of the King of Medicine, you are truly amazing..."

This time, there was a hint of grit in his voice.

Image: "Still Going", Location: "Images/1726338170-100414977-112126452.jpg"

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P.S.: I feel dizzy after a day of classes. I always feel like I forgot something. I woke up suddenly just now and found that I forgot to update. Forgive me. It would be better to release it in a few days, right?

Chapter 23: Have you heard of the story of the knight-errant?

Qiu Zhou was arrested by the Ten Kings on charges of "causing one to lose the ability to live forever" and "coveting immortality".

Early the next morning, as soon as Bai Jun arrived at the office of the Land and Investment Corporation, he heard his colleagues chatting about this matter.

He gathered up his messy hair and wanted to pretend to be indifferent and return to his seat, but the contents of his diary last night were still vivid in his mind. In the end, he chose to stop by the door frame and listen attentively, but his body movements and expression tried hard to show the indifferent attitude of a child listening to a story.

After a while, Bai Jun's slightly frowned expression suddenly relaxed. He heard that it was because the Ten Kings considered Qiu Zhou's special circumstances that he was only sentenced to 25 years in prison as punishment.

Although he is still young, he should be punished for doing something wrong.

Twenty-five years is not a very severe punishment for the immortal species on the Xianzhou whose lifespan is as long as seven or eight hundred years. However, every minute and every second is measured no differently from that of the short-lived species, and every hour spent in prison is real. I hope he can wake up and change soon.

At this moment, the colleagues who were chatting also noticed Bai Jun standing by the door and waved enthusiastically, "Good morning, Qingyan. You're punctual as always today."

"Good morning."

Bai Jun nodded and smiled back, then walked past them gracefully and calmly towards his own seat.

His colleagues stared blankly at Bai Jun's back. After he left, the women, in particular, began to comment, "He looks so good when he smiles."

"That's right! Look how gentle his smile is."

This is probably how Bai Jun is seen by his colleagues. Just looking at him makes people obsessed with him.

Not only are his features exquisite, but his aura is truly captivating. Walking down the street, 90% of women, regardless of age, turn around to take a second look at him. It's understandable that the waitress at the counter becomes completely engrossed in Bai Jun's rare smile; it's also perfectly normal.

Even the male colleagues next to them couldn't help but nod their heads. People are creatures of appearance, and they can't deny this against their will. If they smiled in front of women, they would probably be regarded as vulgar and disgusting like dark goblins.

But Bai Jun is indeed an extraordinary person. Okay, let them just admit that Bai Jun is a little more handsome than them.

The girls were still cheering and screaming excitedly: "If he could invite me out for a drink tonight, I would definitely go with him!"

"Yeah, me too, I'm fine with you. I can cover all the expenses!"

Their topics were always very erratic, and they soon shifted the topic to which new teahouse had the right price and which dessert was the most delicious, and then they started discussing how to pry open the iceberg of Bai Jun. The men glanced at the group of women, then turned around and chatted enthusiastically themselves.