Invincible Kungfu Healer

The white-haired elder looked hopefully at Mo Wen, hoping to hear the answer that he had dreamed of from Mo Wen’s mouth.

“Of course, there is a chance of recovery. Since your cultivation can be crippled, it naturally can be recovered once again, no matter what the circumstances are,” Mo Wen explained. It was not a question of whether or not it was possible, but whether they could manage to pull it off.

Using normal methods, it was almost impossible for a person that had been crippled for decades to recover their previous cultivation.

If Mo Wen had not received the inheritance of Ji Wuya, he would not have been able to treat such a problem. Or rather it should be said that it was almost impossible for ordinary medical skills to miraculously cure the white-haired elder. Only by using methods on the level of immortal cultivators could they possibly change this elder’s fate.

“Can it truly be recovered?” The white-haired elder was completely excited. He grabbed on to Mo Wen’s hand. Having received an exact response, he could not hold back his excitement anymore.

Since this youth had said so, that meant that he had a certain level of confidence. If it was before, how would the white-haired elder believe the words of a youth? But right now, he already had nowhere to go under such desperate circumstances. If there was any bit of hope, even if it was uncertain, he would grab hold of it. Moreover, the impression that this youth gave him was rather mysterious and profound.

“Senior, I am only saying that it is possible. I dare not guarantee that it can be recovered for sure. Also, your condition is not easy to treat,” Mo Wen elaborated casually as he sat on a chair and took a sip of tea.

The white-haired elder understood. This condition was certainly not easy to treat. Otherwise, he would not have searched for all the miracle physicians in the world and still been unable to find anyone that could recover his cultivation.

“Little brother, as long as you can help me recover my cultivation, once I settle my affairs, I will return to your side and serve you as my master. This life will be yours in the future.”

The white-haired elder could tell that this youth would not simply treat people’s illnesses. Moreover, his symptoms were so severe. If he did not offer an attractive enough reward to this youth, the youth would most certainly not treat him. Although he previously was a Martial Arts Grandmaster third realm strong practitioner, and at his peak of glory he stood at the pinnacle of ancient martial art practitioners, that was all in the past. Right now, he had nothing valuable. Aside from himself, he could not offer anything.

“Senior, that’s a promise.” Mo Wen smiled as he nodded his head. Mo Wen had a goal in mind. The elder was a Martial Arts Grandmaster third realm absolute strong practitioner. If Mo Wen could help him recover his cultivation, as well as recruit him under his command, the elder would certainly be a huge asset.

After some discussion, Mo Wen found out that this elder was called Ling Feng. A hundred years ago, he was a renowned figure. When one’s cultivation reached the level of Martial Arts Grandmaster, their lifespan would be greatly increased. It was not a problem for ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters to live to be two hundred years old. For a third realm Martial Arts Grandmaster like Ling Feng, his lifespan was even longer.

The wooden house was surrounded by a sea of flowers. The birds sang and the flowers released sweet fragrances. But Mo Wen did not stay long in this place. After discussing some details with the white-haired elder, he left the col.

All of the meridians on Ling Feng’s body were destroyed and his core was shattered. The source of Essence Qi in his body had long been drained away, and it was completely empty. Under such circumstances, they naturally could not just simply recover on their own. Even though Mo Wen had the ability to treat them, it would take some effort.

He left some healing medicinal pills for Ling Feng to help his body recover. If he could improve his body’s condition before they officially started the treatment, it would reduce its difficulty.

The clouds churned and the mist and trees fused together, causing the visibility in the psychedelic stratagem to be very low. Mo Wen relied on his superb experience to successfully walk out of the psychedelic stratagem.

In reality, the psychedelic stratagem was right next to the Five Tigers Sect. It could almost be said to be within the Five Tigers Sect. However, with the concealment of the psychedelic stratagem, almost no one had discovered this area.

Returning to the wooden house, Mo Wen continued to treat his injuries in peace. As for treating Ling Feng, right now he still did not have the ability to do so. He needed to concoct a top-grade spiritual pill that he had inherited from Ji Wuya. With his current condition, he did not have the capacity to concoct medicinal pills at all. Hence, he could only wait until he had completely recovered before doing anything.

In the Immortal Cultivation world, medicinal pills were divided into grades. However, ordinary ancient martial art practitioners had no knowledge of the grades of spiritual pills. It was because an ordinary ancient martial art practitioner only used the most normal pills. Many people did not have the chance to come in contact with items on the level of spiritual pills throughout their entire lives. For a majority of ancient martial art practitioners, spiritual pills were legendary existences. How would they know about the grades of spiritual pills?

In the Immortal Cultivation world, the ranks of medicinal pills corresponded to the ranks of spiritual medicine. They were divided into spiritual pills, profound pills, sacred pills, and immortal pills.

Each rank was further divided into low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade and superb-grade for a total of four grades.

Usually, almost all the spiritual pills that ancient martial art practitioners redeemed from the Huatian Palace were low-grade spiritual pills. Even medium grade spiritual pills were rarely seen.

Previously, Mo Wen could barely concoct low-grade spiritual pills. If he was lucky, he could occasionally concoct one or two medium-grade spiritual pills. As for top-grade spiritual pills, he had never even thought about them. It was because he knew that he could not concoct them at all.

Recently, after unsealing a layer of Ji Wuya’s Primordial Soul Seal, he received even more of Ji Wuya’s inheritance. Only then did he dare to attempt to concoct top-grade spiritual pills.

At night, Wang Qian once again delivered dinner to Mo Wen. She set a bento on the table, then she turned around to leave. She seemed to have no intention of conversing with Mo Wen.

“Wang Qian, why is Wan’er coming back later and later these days?” Mo Wen said with a frown after checking the weather outside.

Night had descended completely. Normally, Wan’er would have been back by now. However, these few days, Mo Wen noticed that Wan’er got back later and later. Moreover, she seemed rather tired all the time.

“It is all because of you. If it was not because…” Wang Qian glared at Mo Wen impatiently. She had started her sentence, yet she suddenly stopped. She merely snorted. Her gaze towards Mo Wen hid a sense of dissatisfaction.

“What happened to Wan’er exactly?” Mo Wen asked softly. Before this, he had noticed that Wan’er seemed to be having a hard time surviving in the sect. But he had expected that the lives of the lowest level disciples to be difficult. However, it seemed to be getting worse these few days.

“You only need to know that Wan’er has sacrificed a lot for you. She does not ask for anything in return. Wan’er saved you because she is kind-hearted. If you want to repay her kindness, then you should pay it forward.”

Wang Qian softly sighed. She had almost slipped and told him the truth just now. Wan’er was being punished by the sect for saving Mo Wen. Even though Wang Qian wanted to complain, Wan’er had forbidden her to tell Mo Wen. Wan’er was like a blank piece of paper. Her dream was to live in a fairytale-like world. She wished everyone would be kind-hearted and full of happiness. Wan’er’s thoughts were naive, yet she was just so pure.

“Because of me?” Mo Wen sank into deep thoughts.

Wang Qian shook her head, turned around and left. She didn’t want to say much to Mo Wen. Even though she felt that it was unjust and she pitied Wan’er, and she wanted to complain, she wouldn’t really complain to Mo Wen. She didn’t desire to vent like this. She felt wronged because Wan’er was wronged. Wan’er was enduring everything in silence, not complaining at all. So Wang Qian had no reason to complain.

Mo Wen frowned slightly as he stared at Wang Qian’s silhouette. Wan’er was so exhausted every day because of him?

The night was getting darker. The moon hung high up in the sky. The night was exceptionally quiet, as though even the wind and the insects were behaving carefully.

Mo Wen could not focus on his recovery because Wan’er had not come home yet. It was past ten o’clock already. Every night, Wan’er would drop by to check on him. She would rest only after she made sure that Mo Wen was doing well. Before this, the latest she came by was before nine o’clock. Right now, it was past ten o’clock.

Just when Mo Wen was feeling worried, faint footsteps could be heard from outside. A glint of light flashed in Mo Wen’s eyes. Wan’er was back.

As expected, after a moment, the wooden door was opened. Wan’er dragged her tired body into the room.

“Big Brother Mo, tonight something kept me busy. That’s why I am late. Are you feeling better? Did Sister Wang Qian send meals for you? Did you finish the medicinal soup that I concocted for you?” Su Wan’er asked habitually as she entered the room.

“After I drink the medicinal soup that you have made, my body recovers faster and faster. I will heal completely in no time,” Mo Wen answered with a smile.

“That’s good.” Wan’er revealed a gleeful smile. She glanced at the house and picked up the broom, ready to clean the house as usual.

“Wan’er, have you been crying?” Mo Wen asked softly. He noticed that Wan’er looked rather exhausted. Her face was pale and she looked dejected. Her eyes were red and it looked like she had been crying.

“No… no, I didn’t… just now before I entered, some sand entered my eyes,” Wan’er answered immediately while shaking her head.

“Wan’er, good girls don’t lie. Can you tell me what happened?” Mo Wen smiled. Wan’er was actually a tough girl inside.

Wan’er lowered her head with her cheeks red. She felt slightly embarrassed after her lie had been exposed. She was not good at lying at all.

“Wan’er, do you need to gather medicinal herbs every day?” Mo Wen asked. Based on his observations over the past few days, Wan’er interacted with medicinal herbs every day. It was because she had a rich aroma of medicinal herbs on her. Naturally, she could not hide the smell from Mo Wen.

“Hmm.” Wan’er nodded slightly.

“Did you cry because you didn’t complete your mission and were punished by your manager?” Mo Wen asked softly. He did not know what happened exactly, but he could speculate. In order to manage a sect effectively, the rules of the sect would be strict. Normally, every sect would fix a certain amount of medicinal herbs to be gathered daily. It was to prevent the disciples from slacking on the job and merely loitering in the mountains instead of working.

“I have not completed my mission for four times. If I don’t complete it once more, my cultivation will be crippled and I will be banished from the sect.”

After Mo Wen guessed correctly, Wan’er’s tears flowed against her will. She felt wronged inside. Yet she did not know who to talk to.

Normally, when the disciples were banished from the ancient martial arts sects, they were not qualified to leave with their cultivation. More than ninety percent of them would have their cultivation crippled by the sect. Besides, they were not allowed to teach others the martial arts teachings of the sect. If they were found disobeying the rules, they would be killed. Almost all the ancient martial arts sects used this approach to completely cut off their relationship with the disciples who had been banished.

“Tell me. Gathering medicinal herbs should not be too hard to complete.” Mo Wen walked up beside Wan’er and dragged her to sit down at the table, not allowing her to continue doing the chores.

At the end of the day, Wan’er was still a little girl. After Mo Wen guessed the reason correctly, and as he questioned her out of concern, she could no longer hold back the injustice that she felt and began to tell Mo Wen everything.