Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 192 Tracing the Evil Cultivator and the Medical Saint
The Heavenly Crafts Chapter contains all the arts of cultivation, including medicine, which is one of Lin Le's specialties.

After all, medicine and martial arts are inseparable. If you want to practice martial arts, you naturally need to understand yourself. In order to perfect the Burning World Scripture, he didn't know how many times he had harmed himself, and he had long since gained a thorough understanding of the human body.

Therefore, Lin Le was quite adept at treating a group of ordinary people who had not cultivated much.

After seeing all the patients, Lin Le put away his chair and smiled at Ling Muzhu, asking, "How much did you earn?"

“After deducting the cost of ordinary ointments, we should have made a profit of twenty-three coins,” Ling Muzhu calculated, just like a real housekeeper.

"It's enough to make a living," Lin Le said with a smile. "Let's go, and go hunting on the way."

"Hunting?" Ling Muzhu asked, picking up her medicine box. "Are there any evil monsters around here?"

"I don't know, but we'll know once we see it." Lin Le picked up a tiny black dot, the size of a sesame seed, which turned out to be a malignant worm squeezed out from the first patient's sore.

This wicked insect isn't really a strange insect; at most, it's a mutated insect. If you raise it, it might actually become a spirit.

Lin Le didn't care whether it could become a spirit or not; he was concerned about the reason for its mutation.

Lin Le extracted a wisp of energy from its corpse and used the energy-tracking technique to monitor it.

It vaporized into a black butterfly, fluttering its wings and flying away.

Lin Le and Ling Muzhu followed it.

Before long, Lin Le and Ling Muzhu arrived at the front of a cave.

As soon as they arrived at the cave, Lin Le was automatically illuminated by a layer of golden light, while Ling Muzhu was illuminated by a layer of silver light.

The two men knew what was going on with a single glance: the cave was filled with plague.

Lin Le and Ling Muzhu frowned slightly as they stepped into the cave.

Because the scene before him was truly disgusting, even Lin Le couldn't help but feel a sense of physical revulsion.

Sticky mycelium hung from the top of the cave, trembling like rotting flesh in the cold wind.

The mycelium congeals into translucent cysts at the tips of stalagmites on the mountain ridges and caves. Every now and then, green droplets fall into the pool of water with a splashing sound, while an oily iridescent film floats on the surface of the water, which smells of dead rats.

Three humanoid skeletons knelt in a worship position in the pool of water, their rib crevices filled with fungal colonies. On the top of each of the three skeletons, a fungal flower the size of a bowl was blooming, with dark red mycelium faintly visible in the grayish-white gills, slowly crawling down the cervical vertebrae.

Clearly, this scenario is man-made.

It was probably abandoned after some evil cultivator practiced some kind of evil magic here.

"It seems this time it's not about hunting demons, but about hunting hunters, Senior Sister," Lin Le said softly.

He initially thought it was some kind of insect demon causing trouble, but it turned out to be an evil cultivator.

"Hmm." Ling Muzhu nodded with a grim expression, her hands unconsciously clenching.

Lin Le extracted the energy from this place, and then with a wave of his hand, dozens of butterflies flew out.

Most butterflies lingered here, with only four flying away.

Lin Le gathered the four butterflies, spat out a burst of Samadhi True Fire, and burned everything to ashes.

This earned him a single-digit amount of human and earthly merits.

After purifying the cave, Lin Le released a butterfly, which flew away into the distance.

Lin Le and Ling Muzhu followed behind it and continued their journey.

They soon arrived at another village. By then it was afternoon, and many farmers could be seen returning with their farm tools.

The butterfly hovered around and finally landed on an old man with a somewhat sorrowful expression.

The old man did not see the butterfly; he could not see the breath even though he did not consume it.

Lin Le stepped forward and called out, "Hey, you old man carrying the hoe, wait a minute."

The old man turned his head and saw Lin Le holding the signboard. His brows relaxed a little: "Hey, doctor, are you also from the Healing Spirit Sect?"

"No," Lin Le denied, then asked, "Brother, what's the background of the Healing Spirit Sect?"

"You don't know?" the old man asked in astonishment.

"I don't know." Lin Le shook his head. "My wife and I are from out of town."

"Oh, oh." The old man nodded, a hint of disappointment on his face, but he still explained for Lin Le, "The Medical Spirit Sect is a sect of cultivators, and its members are all doctors. Recently, they have recruited a lot of disciples, and my youngest son was selected."

"I thought you were a doctor, maybe even a member of the Medical Spirit Sect. I wanted to ask you how my youngest son was doing. I heard that they eat medicinal food over there, which makes people plump and healthy."

"My youngest son is a good disciple. He'll definitely be very handsome after he gets plump and fair-skinned. He'll be just like you, Doctor, and marry a big-breasted, big-butt wife like you..."

The old man rambled on, as if he hadn't spoken like this in a long time.

Standing next to Lin Le, Ling Muzhu showed a hint of reluctance on her face, because she knew that the youngest son the old man had been thinking about was most likely one of the three skeletons from earlier.

The old man spoke for a while before realizing that the person in front of him was not someone he knew. He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, doctor, I was just talking about myself. What did you want to ask me?"

"No need to ask anymore, I already know everything I need to know," Lin Le said calmly. "Then you can go back now, brother."

"Oh, okay." The old man nodded somewhat bewildered, then looked up at the sky and said with some concern, "Doctor, where are you planning to go next? It's getting dark, and it's still twenty or thirty miles from here to the county town."

"Let's go to the county town." Lin Le nodded slightly. "Don't worry, my wife and I are both martial arts practitioners, so we can walk very fast."

"Alright, alright, I'm off then." The old man looked at the hoe and left. Watching him leave, Ling Muzhu said softly, "Husband, shouldn't we explain the situation to him?"

Seeing that the old man was being kept in the dark by the villain, she felt a pang of pity.

"No need, he'll find out later," Lin Le replied softly. "Telling him now will only cause trouble and won't benefit either of us. We might as well get things done first."

“Okay.” Ling Muzhu nodded. “Then let’s go to the county town first.”

Her tone turned cold; it was the first time she had ever felt such a strong urge to kill.

"Wait a moment," Lin Le said, opening his spiritual eyes to scan the village. As expected, the evil cultivator had indeed made more than just the medicine man's arrangements.

In the psychic vision, streaks of plague energy far exceeding normal levels were spreading throughout the village.

Lin Le's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

But on a microscopic level, there is a strange force that unifies the yin and yang and the five elements, regulating the four directions.

The Divine Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth!

Under the strangulation of a large amount of gas, the plague gas was gradually worn down and decomposed.

Meanwhile, in the village, some farmers felt their chest pains ease and felt much more relaxed.

Inside a house, a man in his fifties or sixties suddenly opened his eyes because he could no longer sense the plague.

The aged face thus wrinkled, the accumulated folds enough to trap a fly.

His murky eyes were filled with rage. Who dared to cut off his path to immortality!

His name was Jiang Gou, an itinerant doctor. Although he had practiced some martial arts in his youth, he had not broken through the limits of the human body and had no spiritual roots, so he could only become a country doctor.

As he grew older and witnessed more and more life and death, his fear of death also grew.

So when he was offered the chance to sacrifice an entire village in exchange for entering the Qi Refining realm, he agreed without hesitation.

He has only just begun to reap the benefits and his body has just regained its vitality. How can he bear to have his newly resumed path cut off?

who is it? !
Jiang Gou got up with a gloomy expression, wanting to go outside and find out what was going on.

But without him having to ask, the instigator came to his door on its own.

The door was suddenly opened, and Jiang Gou looked at the man and woman in front of him with a look of astonishment.

Then he heard the man say, "Wife, cripple his hands and feet."

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Gou felt a cold gaze fall on him. The killing intent in those eyes was so intense that he felt a chill run down his spine the instant he made contact.

monk!

The thought immediately popped into Jiang Gou's head.

He immediately turned to flee, but the woman's magic was clearly faster.

A flash of icy blue light passed by, and Jiang Gou immediately fell to the ground.

He felt his limbs were numb and he had no sensation at all, as if he were frozen.

"Not bad." Lin Le glanced at the quack doctor in front of him and nodded slightly.

Then, his divine sense invaded his brain and went through all his recent memories.

'Using plague energy to carry spiritual energy into the body, and then using the original plague energy to decompose the spiritual energy, so that even people without spiritual roots can cultivate qi, is indeed a peculiar method. However, this technique seems familiar...where have I seen it before?'

Lin Le thought about it carefully and quickly found the corresponding memory, which was a jade slip containing detailed information about the Sacred Heart Sect.

'The Sacred Heart Sect's Great Art of Exorcising Plague and Transforming Spirits?'

The Hundred Saints of the Sacred Heart are all lineages of Dao formed through the cultivation of the myriad arts of immortality.

The Great Method of Subduing Plague and Transforming Spirits is the fundamental scripture of the Sacred Heart Medical Saint lineage.

This great method emphasizes concealing the plague within one's body and transforming the plague into a spiritual force.

Simply put, it transforms the pathogenic energy into spiritual energy to promote cultivation growth. From this perspective, it is undoubtedly a true medical scripture for saving lives.

Unfortunately, cultivators are almost free from illness and disease, and there are few major epidemics. Without the support of epidemic energy, the cultivation speed of the "Epidemic Reduction and Spirit Transformation Technique" is actually about the same as that of ordinary true scriptures.

This led many people to come up with crooked ideas. Since major epidemics are rare, they decided to create one themselves. Moreover, they wanted to create an epidemic that could also infect cultivators.

This also led to a series of major epidemics. Nine out of ten of the major epidemics in this region were directly related to the Sacred Heart Medical Saint lineage, and the remaining one or two out of ten were certainly indirectly related, such as the accidental release of forgotten epidemic species.

Lin Le glanced at the lifeless itinerant doctor on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

He thought he could enter the Qi Refining stage, but in reality, he was just a human pill used to collect plague energy.

When the time comes, all his cultivation and even his life will become someone else's wedding dress.

"Let's go," Lin Le said, turning around.

"Okay." Ling Muzhu followed Lin Le away.

(End of this chapter)