CHAPTER 482
Seeking Medical Treatment and Medicines
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The banquet lasted half a month. During this time, Su Cheng only left the table twice. After all, most of the attendees were cultivators; they didn't really get tired or sleepy.
"Oh? You and Qinghan are the best in the world?"
Ye's mother now realized Li Shiyu possessed extraordinary intelligence from birth and began coaxing the child!
"Yes, Shiyu and Senior Sister are the best sisters in the world! When Senior Sister isn't beating Shiyu up, Shiyu really likes her!"
"Jue'er is also best friends with Senior Sister!"
Ye Qinghan watched Li Shiyu and Dongfang Jue as they poked their heads into Ye's mother's embrace. She thought to herself, Isn't this her damn mother?
Her master, these two were trying to get a piece of the action, even eyeing her own mother?
"Fox Mama, Shiyu doesn't have a mother. Can Shiyu call you Mama too?"
Honestly, upon hearing this, Ye's mother's heart immediately ached!
If not for Su Cheng rebuilding her physical form, these three direct disciples wouldn't even have a single mother among them!
"Alright, my dear Shiyu. Then Shiyu shall be my daughter~"
Dongfang Jue, to be honest, wanted to join in the fun too, but she felt awkward saying so…
After all, her father was still drinking nearby…
This damn mother-daughter recognition was just a sweet deal for that old bastard!
"Why not make Jue'er my goddaughter too? I did have a passing acquaintance with your mother!"
"R-Really?"
Dongfang Jue's eyes widened. She thought to herself, her godmother's words should be trustworthy…
Since she's my senior sister's real mother, she'll surely treat me well too, right?
"Mother! What are you doing?"
Ye's mother looked utterly helpless. What could anyone do?
Truth be told, Ye's mother radiated that maternal grace that captivates even children!
And in her eyes, the pitiful Li Shiyao and Dongfang Jue reminded her of her own daughter, Ye Qinghan, back in the day. How could she not feel compassion?
"Um… jealous? If you want, this Emperor can give you a hug too~"
Ye Qinghan pouted. "No way! Like I'd want that~"
Ye's mother just smiled. Her daughter truly hadn't grown up at all~
"Mother~"
"Godmother~"
"Mother~"
"Godmother~"
Hearing these repeated calls, Ye's mother felt a bit giddy. If she hadn't just rebuilt her physical form and had nothing else, she would have insisted on giving both daughters red envelopes.
Su Cheng, however, felt deeply gratified. He had initially worried that only Qinghan had a mother, and that the other two disciples might see Ye's mother and instead be reminded of their own mothers, which would make them unhappy.
But who would've guessed these two little ones would bond so quickly!
They may not have mothers, but I'll find them!
They say whoever feeds you is your mother. Whoever's mother isn't a mother? As long as she treats them well, that's what matters, right?
He raised his hand to accept the wine cup offered by Youwei: "Youwei, if you'd like, you can go hug her too, hehe~"
But Chu Youwei clearly adhered more to the cultivation philosophy of this era.
"Master jests. As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. To me, Master is like a father. I live for you."
"Youwei, come give your master a hug~"
How obedient Yuwei was. To her, this was both a reward from Master and an opportunity—a chance to serve him.
This body belongs to Master. Everything about Youwei belongs to Master.
As she nestled into Su Cheng's embrace, he realized this girl was far less sturdy than she appeared. She felt light as a feather, like holding nothing but a skeleton.
"You're so light. Why don't you eat more?"
"Master is teasing me again. I've always been small and thin; I just can't gain weight."
"Your Master wishes you to gain some weight."
"Then Yuwei will find a way~"
Meanwhile, at the gates of Dingzhou City near Lingxianshan, a youth slowly emerged from the city carrying a man slumped over his back like a corpse.
"Father, Lingxian Mountain lies to the south. You'll be fine."
The youth appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen, roughly the same age as Ye Qinghan, his complexion clearly that of a farmer's child.
The emaciated man on his back looked as if he'd been sucked dry by a female ghost. Honestly, if left lying on the ground, no one would mistake him for a living person.
The barely-alive man clinging to life offered no response, simply allowing the youth to carry him forward.
The youth's name was Ning Yuan, and on his back lay his father, stricken with a terminal illness.
His father's name was Ning Xiuwen, though he had never read more than five pages of a book in his entire life. He had become trapped in the farmland, unable to escape.
Finally, at the age of forty-two, the father collapsed in the woods. He had gone there to take on work for a wealthy family, hoping to earn enough to buy a coffin for his mother.
Yet no one knew what had happened. Everyone who had gone with him had perished inside.
This journey stemmed from rumors of a divine healer on Lingxian Mountain, who practiced medicine for the sake of helping others, curing any illness without charging a penny.
After a journey of stops and starts, the youth carrying his father finally reached the foot of Lingxian Mountain.
The mountain path had been rebuilt and was now much easier to traverse, though to the youth, even these beautifully laid green stone steps were no easy walk.
From the moment they left the city, the Eleventh Mansion could be seen floating serenely in the sky.
Lingxian Mountain was no ordinary sacred peak—Su Xianren had long transcended the realm of immortals.
Legend held that what immortals could not control, he could; what immortals could not save, he could.
All four realms bowed before him, and even immortals themselves had to submit to his authority.
Before long, they encountered two demons—both with fierce, fanged faces, utterly terrifying!
Under normal circumstances, he would have fled without hesitation. But this was Lingxianshan—there was no retreat. Take even half a step back, and his father would face certain death.
"Halt! What business brings you here?"
"Immortal, have mercy! I've come seeking the Divine Healer for treatment."
The youth forced a smile. Rumors had spoken of demonic beasts guarding Lingxian Hall—and now he knew them to be true!
The two gatekeepers were a tiger demon and a rat spirit.
The tiger demon swung his great blade, blocking the path: "Got anything with you?"
"Yes, yes! It's in the cloth sack on my chest."
As he spoke, the youth bent low and pulled a tattered Dream Fragment Flower from the grimy cloth sack. He stepped forward to hand it to the tiger demon guard.
The rat spirit pressed its spear against the man's chest, signaling Ning Yuan not to approach while speaking.
"I don't want it. You go up. Remember, don't look around, don't wander off. Just follow the path straight to the left and wait there."
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!"
The tiger demon slowly sheathed his broadsword, then waved his hand to produce a palm-sized white paper. He handed it to Ning Yuan and relinquished his guard.
As soon as he stepped onto the path and ascended the stairs, it felt like entering another world. After its upgrade, Lingxian Hall in Su City now covered the entire Lingxian Mountain. At this moment, Lingxian Mountain truly lived up to its name, presenting the appearance of a celestial mountain.
Temple complexes stood densely packed, while countless cultivators soared through the skies atop swords. Immortal cranes and flying vessels traversed the air, and every passerby was a cultivator.
But the youth dared not look around carelessly. He kept his eyes fixed on the steps beneath his feet. His mission was to rescue his father; he could not afford to anger the immortals.
He had no idea how long he'd been walking, nor how vast this mountain truly was.
When he finally reached the end, he saw a small hut perched on the mountainside—though whether it truly was the mountainside, he couldn't say.
But he knew this was the medical hall of the Immortal Physician. The hall's doors were tightly shut, bearing two characters in black on a gold background: Medical Hall.
To the right: May all people in the world be free from illness.
Left: Why grieve that herbs gather dust upon the shelves?
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