Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 78 Three Steps to Curing Illness

Wan Chunliu was waiting early in the morning.

Upon seeing Ren Shaoyang and his companion arrive, they were quickly ushered inside.

Once inside, Ren Shaoyang discovered many strange things about the place.

The room was enormous, but most of it was filled with herbs. The remaining space was occupied by a dozen or so stoves, their fires crackling and popping, emanating from the copper pots and kettles above, the aromas of various herbs so strong they were almost overwhelming.

The herbs in this room are so familiar that even seasoned travelers from the north would recognize them, let alone three country bumpkins. If they could identify even one or two of them, they would be considered quite knowledgeable.

Wan Chunliu led the three to seats, lit a brazier, boiled water, and brewed tea. Once everything was ready, he cupped his hands and asked, "Young Master Ren, may I ask what is the cause of your sister's illness?"

Ren Shaoyang briefly explains that Hongxiu's martial arts training damaged her original essence, but she later learned a domineering internal force that could repair her original essence, but it also posed a danger of devouring its master.

Now, however, we are in a dilemma.

If the source is replenished, the internal strength will not dissipate; if the internal strength does not dissipate, it may become too big to handle.

After listening, Wan Chunliu nodded silently and said to Hongxiu, "Miss Hongxiu, please stretch out your hand so that I may take a look."

Hongxiu nodded and reached out her hand.

Then Wan Chunliu pulled out two threads from his sleeve, tied them around the little beggar's wrists, and held the other end in his own hand.

Ding'an exclaimed in surprise, "What is this?"

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed, "Is this the 'suspended thread pulse diagnosis'? I've only heard of it but never seen it. I never imagined that Doctor Wan would know this technique. Today has truly broadened my horizons."

Wan Chunliu smiled and said, "Young Master Ren flatters me." After saying that, he squinted and his hand holding the silk thread trembled slightly.

Hongxiu blinked her big eyes, looking around carefree.

Half a day later, Wan Chunliu suddenly twitched his eyebrows three times, then frowned, opened his eyes, and silently untied the silk thread.

He remained silent for a long while.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang didn't urge him, but just drank his tea by himself.

Seeing that the scene had quieted down for a while, Hongxiu's big eyes darted around, and she got up and looked around, wandering around the big house filled with the fragrance of medicine.

As the little beggar walked, he naturally came out of the house.

My ears twitched, and I came to a row of three small houses. These three houses had neither doors nor windows.

However, Hongxiu, with her keen ears and sharp eyes, detected an extremely steady, almost imperceptible breathing sound inside.

She smiled slightly, casually opened the hidden door, and went inside.

The room was small, and there wasn't a single light inside.

On the small bed in the corner, a figure sat cross-legged, tall yet pitifully thin, silent and withered like a tree.

The little beggar stared intently at the person in front of him, then suddenly smiled and exclaimed, "What a peerless hero!"

Hongxiu sighed and put her hands behind her back like a little adult.

"According to the physiognomy book, this person has a square head and a high crown, with prominent five peaks, which is the appearance of a person who is majestic, unyielding, chivalrous and unconventional."

He shook his head again at this point.

"However, the tiger's hump is slightly protruding and the bridge of the nose is too straight, which also means that extreme rigidity is easily broken, and one may end up in prison. But after this setback, one will meet a benefactor, have great luck, and have a prosperous future."

Hongxiu suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking thoughtfully at the figure.

Is he a benefactor?
"Have it!"

After remaining silent for most of the day, Wan Chunliu suddenly clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

Ren Shaoyang handed him a cup of tea: "Doctor Wan, do you have any ideas?"

Wan Chunliu casually took it, drank it in one gulp, and said excitedly, "Of course! Young master, let me tell you something."

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He looked down at the teacup in his hand, then at Ren Shaoyang, who had a smile on his lips.

Wan Chunliu's body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, I was carried away by my pride and disrespected the Lord. I..."

“Hey! It’s alright!” Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and said seriously, “I always respect professionals, Dr. Wan, please explain your reasoning quickly.”

Wan Chunliu breathed a sigh of relief, then raised three fingers and solemnly said, "Young Master, I have devised a three-step strategy for Miss Hongxiu!"

"Three steps?" Ren Shaoyang asked. "How do you mean?"

Wan Chunliu stroked his beard and said confidently, "Young master, do you know what I am best at?"

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment, then asked seriously, "How about medicinal baths and acupuncture?"

“That’s right! Wan’s expertise lies in medicinal baths and acupuncture, so let’s proceed accordingly.”

Ren Shaoyang said, "I am all ears!"

Wan Chunliu held up one finger: "The first step is for me to personally prepare the 'Three Boiling Nine Turns Soup' for Miss Wan, once a week for three consecutive months. This soup is mild in nature, invigorates blood without harming the body's vital energy, and replenishes qi without causing internal heat. It can replenish the body's vital energy with the help of the medicine and the domineering internal energy, without accelerating the growth of that domineering internal energy."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Okay!"

Wan Chunliu smiled smugly and extended his second finger: "Secondly, I agree with your idea, young master. Miss Hongxiu does indeed need to learn the 'Acupoint Shifting Technique'."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and raised an eyebrow: "Is my idea feasible?"

“It’s perfectly feasible!” Wan Chunliu nodded. “If we consider that domineering internal force as a wild horse, then Miss Hongxiu needs to use the ‘Acupoint Transfer Technique’ to divide and imprison it among the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians. By breaking it down into smaller parts, making it impossible to concentrate, it will be easier to proceed with the third step!”

Ren Shaoyang said, "Please tell me the third step."

"In this step, I use acupuncture to seal the Triple Burner, cutting off the path for the internal force to return to the Middle Dantian. Young Master, on the other hand, uses your profound internal force to divide into four routes, guiding it along the three Yin meridians, the three Yang meridians of the foot, the Ren and Du meridians, and the Dai meridian."

Wan Chunliu continued, "The last and most dangerous part is when you channel your inner strength into Miss Hongxiu's 'Mingmen' acupoint,' and force that domineering true energy to automatically infuse all the acupoints. Only then will the task be considered complete!"

As Wan Chunliu finished speaking, Ren Shaoyang's expression turned solemn. These three steps were both bold and dangerous, both imaginative and feasible.

This man's reputation as a divine healer is truly well-deserved!
Ren Shaoyang asked, "Dr. Wan, how risky is it?"

"Risk?" Wan Chunliu sighed. "Risk is everywhere!"

"When soaking in the 'Three Boiling and Nine Turns Soup,' the girl in red sleeves felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her bones. Such suffering could easily drive even a tough man to suicide."

"If the young master's internal energy is not guided smoothly, the domineering internal energy will surge back, resulting in one of them being injured and the other dying, beyond saving!"

After listening for a while, Ding'an couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Wan, with such a high risk, what are the chances of success?"

Wan Chunliu said with a wry smile, "This method has at most a 30% chance of success."

"Ah~!" Ding'an was greatly disappointed. "Only 30%?"

Wan Chunliu shook his head and said, "Young Master Li thinks it's too little?"

Ding An said, "Yes, that's too little!"

Wan Chunliu gave a wry smile: "To be honest, if it weren't for your unparalleled martial arts skills, young master, this method wouldn't have even a 50% chance of success!"

Ding'an was speechless, and what else could he say?

"Thirty percent is enough! Deal with him!" Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, no longer hesitating, and made the final decision, "Leave professional matters to the professionals!"

He looked at Wan Chunliu, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, and said solemnly, "Doctor Wan, my sister's life is in your hands."

Wan Chunliu also looked serious: "I will do my utmost and will never let you down, young master!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then looked at Ding An and smiled, "The problem of the severed hand and the little beggar is better solved sooner rather than later, understand?"

Ding An sighed: "It's still too dangerous."

"What danger?"

Hongxiu's curious voice came from behind her, and she walked into the house with her hands behind her back, humming a song.

Wan Chunliu cupped his hands in greeting and explained the treatment plan he had just presented.

When I heard that taking a medicinal bath was extremely painful.

A hint of fear flashed across Hongxiu's brows, but she still snorted and said arrogantly, "This heroine is the greatest female swordswoman in history. What is this little bit of pain?"

Ding'an, with his big head, leaned close to the little beggar's face: "Aren't you most afraid of pain?"

Hongxiu snorted: "I can tell the difference between pain and death."

Ren Shaoyang looked at her and sighed.

This little beggar, who was so afraid of pain, had endured the damage to her vital essence and the pain and weakness that followed the surgery, all so as not to hold herself and Ding'an back.

But she didn't let anyone notice at all, and she still looked silly and happy every day.

In reality, he was probably in excruciating pain behind the scenes.

Ren Shaoyang was silent for a moment, then said, "Hongxiu, you need to soak in medicinal baths for three months to fully recover."

Upon hearing that it would take three months, the little beggar's shoulders trembled slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Does it really need to take that long?"

“It is necessary,” Wan Chunliu interjected, “and very important.”

"Okay, okay."

The little beggar's shoulders slumped.

Ren Shaoyang looked at her, then suddenly reached out and touched his head, saying slowly, "Follow Doctor Wan's treatment carefully. Once you've recovered, I'll take you treasure hunting."

"Treasure?!"

Hongxiu suddenly looked up, her eyes widening like a cat's pupils, overjoyed.

"Is it the kind of treasure that contains gold, silver, divine weapons, and martial arts manuals?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "You've thought of more than you do!"

"Yay!" Hongxiu shouted, raising her fist. "Then I'll definitely treat myself well, and in three months, let's go treasure hunting!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Little beggar, that's more like it."

"Oh, right, the cripple."

"what's wrong?"

"Get me some chestnut cake, preferably the kind you robbed from the desert, I want more!"

"I'll get it for you, damn it!"
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Time flows like water, never stopping.

Three months later, summer had turned to autumn, and the Kunlun Mountains were covered in a blanket of snow.

The Valley of Villains is still lush and green, and although the temperature is a bit lower than when we first arrived, it is still warm and comfortable.

At noon, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the valley.

The newcomer had long, flowing hair, wore white robes that were as white as snow, and exuded a noble and dignified air. Yet, his occasional small gestures revealed a lively and innocent childlike charm.

The woman wore a wooden mask, and although her face was not visible, one could still sense her unparalleled beauty.

If there was anything regrettable, it was that she always kept her left hand in her sleeve and had a limp.

Even so, she was still like an angel among mortals.

In the Valley of Villains, she moved with graceful steps, her body as light as smoke, her clothes fluttering in the air, her whole being like a white bird flashing by.

Li Dazui and the others, looking around in the garden, didn't notice anything at all.

Now Li Dazui has a new nickname, Li Mazi, because two months ago Ren Shaoyang shot him in the face with pebbles.

After Li Dazui ripped off each piece of skin, his face was covered in blood. Even after it healed, it was still pitted and scarred, which was extremely frightening, hence the nickname.

Li Mazi whispered, "This is really interesting. They want us to go to Jiangnan to buy chestnut cakes, then deliver them to the desert. In the end, they attract a bunch of bandits to rob us, and then they want us to kill all the bandits and bring the chestnut cakes back!"

Du Sha had a scar on his forehead, which he covered with his bangs. After a moment of silence, he said, "Is chestnut cake really that delicious?"

"Delicious, how could it not be delicious!" Haha'er chuckled softly. "The chestnut cake is a great help in calming down Miss Hongxiu!"

“That’s right.” Tu Jiaojiao tugged at her hair. “Even if Boss Du’s bangs are scarred, the fact that this chestnut cake can be delivered to Miss Hongxiu’s mouth is a wonderful thing!”

Yin Jiu's eerie voice echoed: "I told you, Miss Hongxiu is even more terrifying than Master Ren."

Li Dazui was silent for a moment before sighing, "This little girl always comes to tease us after her medicinal bath. She doesn't kill like Master Ren, but every time we're teased to the point of ecstasy?"

The five of them exchanged glances and sighed in unison, "When will this ever end?!"

At the same time, the man in white flashed through the air, skimming over the eaves and rooftops, and stood on a tree canopy, seemingly lost in thought.

"Ren Shaoyang, Ren Hongxiu, Ding An. Where did these three young people come from? What is their purpose in coming to Evil Valley?"

"Could it be..." The man in white's expression changed, "that it's really related to Xiaoyuer?"

Just then, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a large bag of medicinal herbs, walked into the medicine shed.

A flicker of curiosity flashed in her eyes, and she immediately turned around and sped off with him, like a wisp of smoke. In the blink of an eye, they flew to the roof of the medicine hut. With a wave of her hand, the roof tiles instantly and silently jumped open, revealing a small hole that gave a clear view of what was below.

Inside the room, Hongxiu, with her hair in a bun, sat in a large urn, the golden medicinal soup covering her shoulders.

Directly in front of her, Ren Shaoyang, dressed in a white robe and with a tall and straight figure, was smiling and talking to her.

On the other side, after Ding An placed the medicinal herbs on the ground, Wan Chunliu stepped forward to pick them up and sort them.

"Sanqi and safflower are for promoting blood circulation and clearing the meridians; astragalus and atractylodes are for tonifying qi and strengthening the body; borneol and uncaria are for calming the mind and relieving convulsions."

Wan Chunliu said as he picked up the items.

Then Ding'an took out the gold bead he had obtained from Xiaoyuer from his bosom, carefully scraped out half a coin of gold powder with a short knife, and put it in a small bowl for later use.

Wan Chunliu nodded, then respectfully said to the white-robed youth, "Young master, we may begin."

Seeing this, the woman in white was puzzled: "Did they come to the Valley of Villains just to heal their wounds?"

Upon closer inspection.

(End of this chapter)