Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 236 - The Sacred Heart Healer
Baicaotang is a well-known medical clinic in a county town.

Today, the clinic welcomed two people, a man and a woman. The man was handsome, and the woman was mature and beautiful.

Strangely, this seemingly perfect couple from a wealthy and noble family failed to attract anyone's attention, as if they didn't exist.

Lin Le glanced at the pharmacy, his eyes narrowing slightly.

As expected of the Demonic Sect, even their open strongholds are rife with filth and corruption.

The apprentices running errands in the pharmacy looked fair and tender, as if they were well-nourished, but in reality, they had been nurtured by demonic arts, merging medicinal power with their potential.

They seem fine now, but their lifespan has already been cut in half. However, without him coming, they probably wouldn't have lived to see that time anyway.

Once they reach the age of eighteen, and the great medicine within their bodies has been fully cultivated, they will likely be harvested under the pretext of some disease or encounter with a demonic calamity.

Lin Le pointed his finger, and the green light entered the bodies of these medicine practitioners, dissolving the medicinal power within them.

You can't take back your lifespan, but if you practice martial arts, becoming a second or third-level martial artist isn't too difficult, so it's a trade-off.

As for the others, Lin Le snapped his fingers, and the patients and apprentices who were seeing doctors went home with blank expressions, while the doctors all collapsed onto the table.

After flipping through his memories, Lin Le raised an eyebrow; it was surprisingly close.

However, reaching the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage is a bit troublesome.

At this level, with a little effort, he might be able to reach the combat power of the Nascent Soul stage. However, he doesn't have another Nascent Soul Dao Token on hand.

But it's just a bit troublesome; we just need to prevent him from having a chance to perform.

Another day passed, and a carriage slowly moved forward, carrying a cage on its side, inside which were imprisoned six fair-skinned young boys and girls.

All six of them looked numb, like wooden figures.

The carriage traveled through a deep mountain, and the people in the carriage raised a white banner.

The next moment, a place suddenly transformed into a grotto.

Two cultivators, emanating the aura of the tenth level of Qi Refining, came out. They carefully checked the coachman and the medicine man, and after confirming that there were no problems, they let them in.

Not long after, just as the driver was about to pull the drugged man into the cage, he suddenly heard a loud shout:
"Wait a moment."

Upon seeing the person who had called out, and noticing that the man was wearing the robes of an outer sect elite, the coachman immediately bowed his head and said, "Greetings, Holy Master."

The disciple didn't care about the coachman's flattery. He glanced at the six people in the cage, waved his sleeve, and said, "That's just right, three men and three women. Go, take these six medicine people to my cave."

"This..." The coachman hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

But when he saw the disciple's cold gaze pressing down on him, the coachman's heart trembled, and he immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Let them punish me; it's better than losing my life.

"Let's go." The disciple turned around.

The coachman also drove the carriage to follow the disciple.

Soon they arrived at a cave, and the driver urged the medicine people down.

The disciple led the medicine practitioners to his own alchemy room.

After fixing the medicine figures in specific positions, the disciple took out a small knife to bleed one of them.

But when the blade sliced ​​through the skin, not a single white mark was left.

"Strange," the disciple wondered. Whose method of cultivating human pills could make a medicinal human so tough?

Unconvinced, he used his magic to try and break through his skin.

But the result was still the same; not even a trace of white residue remained.

"How strange!" The disciple looked up, wanting to take a closer look, and then he found that the medicine man was looking at him indifferently.

The disciple was startled; this was not a medicine man.

Without the slightest hesitation, the disciple turned to run away, but a large hand had already pressed down on his head and dragged him back.

"Rare..."

The room was silent for a while, then the "disciple" walked out of the cave and headed straight for another cave.

Upon arriving at the cave, he said, "Senior Brother Guiying, the Six-Line Yin-Yang Pill is ready."

Inside the cave, a fair-skinned Taoist priest raised an eyebrow, surprised that it had happened so quickly. "Come in, Junior Brother Cheng Ying," Gui Ying said.

As Cheng Ying entered the room, Gui Ying reached out her hand and said, "Dan."

Cheng Ying reached out, only to see a red and blue aura fly out rapidly, striking Gui Ying in her astonishment, cracking his physical body and taking away his nascent soul.

After using her divine sense to pry open the sea of ​​consciousness and uncover the secrets of the Medical Sage, Cheng Ying transformed into Gui Ying again.

Guiying went straight to a corner.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he felt the divine sense of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord sweep over him:

"What's the matter?"

"A transaction." Guiying said succinctly, and several top-grade spirit stones appeared in her hand.

With a thought, he snatched away the several top-grade spirit stones and transmitted his voice through his divine sense, "Come in."

Guiying walked in slowly and saw a gaunt old man under a shelf full of jade plaques.

He glanced at "Guiying": "What is it?"

Guiying glanced around a few times and moved closer to him.

The withered old man didn't care. He was a Nascent Soul Dao Lord; how could he be tricked by a Golden Core disciple?

Then he heard a mocking voice:

"I'll borrow your life for a moment."

The gaunt old man was taken aback and was about to strike down the disciple who dared to offend him, but someone else acted even faster.

A three-headed, six-armed deity appeared in his mind, carrying a halo.

The moment the genius entered, he unleashed a punch without any mercy.

One punch made him dizzy, two punches cracked his soul, and three punches completely shattered his soul.

The emaciated old man collapsed to the ground. Although his body was still active, without his soul, he was nothing more than a warm corpse.

Guiying revealed her original appearance, which was none other than Lin Le.

Lin Le glanced at the Taoist tablets on the shelf next to him, reached out and grabbed a jade tablet in his hand.

That is the spirit tablet of the Sage of Medicine.

Having obtained the item, he transformed back into the old man's appearance, left the Soul Palace, and headed straight for the cave at the mountain peak.

Sensing the bright, piercing aura rushing towards him from outside the cave, the Medical Sage, who was meditating inside, opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had a bad premonition.

The cave door opened directly, and the old man quickly walked inside.

The Sage of Medicine spoke directly, "Elder You, who is in trouble?"

"Mingyao." Elder You stepped forward quickly and handed over a jade token.

The Sage of Medicine sensed something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on it until he saw the shattered jade tablet in the "Old Man You's" hand, at which point he knew what was wrong!
The jade pendant is fake, and the person is fake too!
Without a second thought, the Sage of Medicine covered his palm with a layer of blue and struck "Old Man You".

"Old Man You" was unsure where he had slipped up, but it didn't matter anymore, since his goal had already been achieved.

Innate supernatural power: Three heads and six arms.

With six arms outstretched, one pair of hands controlled the right hand of the Medicine Saint who was attacking, while the other two hands slammed down on the Medicine Saint simultaneously.

The Sage of Medicine felt the powerful energy emanating from that fist, and a hint of fear appeared deep in his eyes.

Click!

The controlled arm broke off to Lin Le's astonishment; the Medical Saint had actually severed his arm to survive, just like a gecko shedding its tail.

However, Lin Le was incredibly fast, and all four of his fists still landed on the Medical Saint.

However, due to their withdrawal, they did not achieve their goal completely.

Otherwise, with Lin Le's current strength, he should have been able to beat him to a pulp, instead of just shattering his sternum.

Seeing the Medical Saint trying to escape, Lin Le stepped forward to catch up.

(End of this chapter)