Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 120 Pharmacist Jiang Fu'an

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Lintang had never been touched by any other man except his father.

Now look what's happened, her whole body has been seen naked by a strange man.

If her cultivation were still at its peak, she would have killed this person without hesitation with a single palm strike.

But now, her strength has declined drastically, and that chilling poison continues to torment her, freezing her internal organs.

To save her life, she had exhausted all her magical power and could only use a secret technique to absorb the meager spiritual energy from the spring water.

At this point, they were completely incapable of fighting back.

Faced with Jiang Fu'an's questioning, she had no choice but to suppress the murderous intent surging in her eyes and keep her voice as calm as possible: "Fellow Daoist, it was indeed my fault that I sneaked into this place without permission."

"However—you hiding silently to watch women bathe is probably not the right thing to do."

"My actions just now were merely out of momentary shame and indignation, not out of any intention to make an enemy of your place."

"I will now depart. Please forgive my absence, fellow Daoist."

Jiang Fu'an had already made up his mind to save her, so how could he let her leave so easily?

Seeing her take a slight step, he immediately stepped forward to block her path: "Wait! You've used the water from our Jiang family's spiritual spring, and you think you can just leave like that?"

Zhao Lintang slowly closed his right hand, which was hanging by his side, and clenched his fist tightly.

The spring water had clearly flowed down the stream to the foot of the mountain, but no one used it; it was clearly abandoned.

She had already made a tremendous decision to suppress the urge to kill this scoundrel, but who knew he would be so ungrateful.

They actually tried to blackmail her using the unattended flow of water.

But then, the cold poison stabbed her in the meridians again, making her shiver.

We can't afford to create any more complications.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger surging in her chest, and pulled a handful of spirit stones from her storage bag at her waist. Using her object manipulation technique, she steadily delivered them to Jiang Fu'an.

The spirit stones gleamed with a faint, lustrous light; there were about a dozen of them.

"These spirit stones should be more than enough to pay for the water in this spirit spring."

Jiang Fu'an's original intention was to use the spring water as a pretext to check the extent of her injuries, not to covet the spirit stones.

However, since it's been delivered to our doorstep, there's no reason to turn it away.

He reached out and scooped the spirit stone into his storage bag with a smooth and natural movement.

Seeing that the other person was about to leave again, he took another step forward: "Wait! The young lady just turned the tables and said that I was acting suspiciously."

"It is clear that you secretly infiltrated my Qinglu Mountain with unclear intentions."

"Jiang only noticed the unusual movement of spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain and came to investigate."

"If you don't explain clearly today why you infiltrated my Qinglu Mountain territory—"

His gaze fell upon Zhao Lintang's pale face, and his tone deepened: "Even if you are a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, I, Jiang, must still learn a few moves and see just who you are, young lady."

Shameless!

These words ignited Zhao Lintang's anger, and his fists hardened even more.

Even a blind person could sense how bad her condition was at that moment.

This isn't asking for advice; it's clearly taking advantage of someone in distress!

But after leaving the stream, the chill in her body came in waves, so she could only continue to swallow her anger: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, I had no ill intentions when I sneaked into Qinglu Mountain."

"It's just that the body is poisoned by a kind of cold, and it needs fresh water to expel the stagnant cold from the body."

These words surprised Jiang Fu'an.

He didn't expect the other party to be so blunt, openly revealing his weaknesses.

It seems that although this woman is highly skilled, she is not particularly cunning.

He felt a little more at ease, and it seemed that he could gain an even greater advantage in concealing the miraculous effects of "food therapy" in the future.

"Cold poison?"

Jiang Fu'an raised an eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face.

He strolled to the stream, squatted down, scooped up a handful of water, held it to his nose, and sniffed it carefully.

This scene caused a blush to suddenly rise on Zhao Lintang's face, which was originally as pale as paper due to the cold poison.

That was her bathwater, and this shameless scoundrel was actually smelling it!

However, Jiang Fu'an's next words made her instantly forget her shame and indignation, leaving only shock.

"Judging from the lingering putrid smell in this damp air, could the young lady have been poisoned by the Cold Corpse Poison of the Pure Heart?"

Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Fu'an, filled with astonishment and suspicion: "How do you recognize this poison?"

The person who injured her was a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Qiankun Pavilion.

She had heard of this person before, and his most prized skill was this "Pure Heart Cold Corpse Poison".

Jiang Fu'an splashed the stream water from his hand, clapped his hands, and a calm smile, befitting a professional, appeared on his face: "I am but a pharmacist. It's not surprising that I recognized this 'Heart-Cold Corpse Poison'."

The pharmacist is also one of the many skills in the cultivation of immortality.

Although they had some interactions with alchemists, both involving herbs, plants, metals, and minerals, their focuses were completely different.

Pharmacists are more skilled at healing injuries and diseases, regulating yin and yang, and relieving misfortune and detoxification.

He had already planned it out; using his identity as a pharmacist to cover up the effects of "dietary therapy" was the perfect solution.

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Zhao Lintang's eyes, as if a drowning person had seen a floating straw.

This cold poison had tormented her for a full day and night, like a bone-deep carbuncle that could not be dispelled or eliminated.

She had tried every possible method, but she was powerless to solve the problem on her own.

She had been hesitating about whether to ask her family members in Qiankun Pavilion for help.

But if she seeks help, her plot to assassinate her sister Zhao Linlan will inevitably be exposed.

The family has always been extremely strict in punishing infighting, which may even result in the loss of cultivation or life imprisonment.

But even the harshest punishment is better than dying from poisoning immediately.

Now, this unreliable man in front of us has revealed the name of the drug in one breath. Does this mean he has a solution?

She quickly stepped forward, her tone respectful: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, since you recognize this poison, do you have a way to cure it?"

"I'm not sure yet!"

Jiang Fu'an answered crisply: "I only saw relevant records in an anonymous book in my early years, and I have no actual experience in diagnosis and treatment."

"The solutions recorded in that miscellaneous book are not only vague and difficult to verify, but some of the main ingredients are also almost absurd, so they have no reference value at all."

The hope that had just risen on Zhao Lintang's face instantly dimmed, but when he heard the words "a method that is hard to distinguish between true and false," a spark of hope ignited in that dimness.

Like a drowning person, they will desperately grab onto even the smallest straw.

She took another half step forward, her voice pleading: "Fellow Daoist Jiang! Could you please try the method you saw on me?"

"No matter how much the consultation fee is, I, Zhao Lintang, will not say a word!"

Even if we ultimately fail, I will never blame you!

Jiang Fu'an was well aware of the principle of feigning indifference to lure the enemy into submission, so he would not easily give in.

He frowned and refused without hesitation: "Absolutely not! I have been practicing medicine for many years and have always strived for safety when treating patients. I have never made a mistake."

"How can we ruin our reputation for a prescription we have no chance of success?"

Never failed?

The eagerness in Zhao Lintang's eyes intensified, as if he had seen even greater hope.

She quickly assured him, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, rest assured! If the treatment is unsuccessful, Lin Tang will keep it a secret and will not reveal a single word to anyone, nor will she damage your reputation in the slightest!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of hesitation.

Seeing this, Zhao Lintang immediately pressed his advantage: "As long as Fellow Daoist Jiang is willing to lend a helping hand, the consultation fee is up to you."

"Spirit stones, medicinal herbs, magical artifacts—whatever I have, I will not hesitate to use!"

Jiang Fu'an pondered for a moment, seemingly still uneasy, and proposed a condition: "Since that's the case, then you must swear an oath by the laws of Heaven."

"I will never reveal to any outsider that I treated you today."

"If you disobey, your cultivation will be permanently stagnant, you will be plagued by inner demons, and you will die a terrible death!"

Zhao Lintang was slightly taken aback, not expecting the other party to cherish their reputation to such an extent that they would ask her to make such a solemn vow.

However, as long as she doesn't tell outsiders, it doesn't bother her much.

Survival is the most important thing right now.

Without further hesitation, she raised her right hand and pointed it towards the sky, her expression solemn: "I, Zhao Lintang, hereby swear to the Heavenly Dao: If I ever reveal to anyone that Fellow Daoist Jiang saved me, may my cultivation be forever halted, may I be consumed by inner demons, and may I die a horrible death!"

Jiang Fu'an nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

She kept the treatment a secret, and his "dietary therapy" secret was thus safely hidden.

"Fairy Zhao, please extend your wrist so that I may examine the extent to which the cold poison has invaded your body."

Zhao Lintang did as instructed, rolling up a section of her sleeve to reveal a fair wrist that was faintly tinged with a bluish-gray chill, and extending it in front of Jiang Fu'an.

Jiang Fu pretended to extend his index and middle fingers and gently placed them on her wrist to feel her pulse.

The touch from my fingertips was icy cold, as if I were touching not the skin of a living person, but a block of ice.

He didn't really know anything about pulse diagnosis, so he could only furrow his brows slightly, concentrate, and hold his breath, making the proper gesture.

His brows furrowed even more deeply, as if he had encountered an extremely difficult problem.

After about ten breaths, he slowly withdrew his finger and let out a long sigh.

Zhao Lintang stared intently at his face without even blinking.

Seeing his expression, his heart sank, and his voice tightened: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, how is he? Is there any hope?"

"well----"

Jiang Fu'an sighed again: "The cold poison has penetrated deep into the meridians, almost to the point of being incurable. I really shouldn't have agreed to it just now because I was soft-hearted."

Zhao Lintang thought he was going to back out, and he raised his voice in anxiety: "Fellow Daoist Jiang! Please, you must give it a try!"

"Regardless of the outcome, Lin Tang will have no complaints and will certainly pay double the consultation fee!"

Jiang Fu'an then slowly nodded and instructed, "If you want to try that ancient method, you need to prepare several precious auxiliary medicines first."

"Fairy Zhao, please give me a thousand spirit stones so I can buy medicinal herbs."

His plan was simple: buy some nourishing herbs, combine them with spiritual food, and simmer them in the kitchen to make a thick soup.

In this way, the soup can exert its miraculous "food therapy" effects, and Zhao Lintang can be convinced of its efficacy.

This is the detoxifying decoction he carefully prepared.

"this----"

Zhao Lintang hesitated for a moment, then whispered a reminder: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you'd better not go to Yueling Market to buy medicinal herbs."

"The person who harmed me might be secretly looking for those who want to acquire medicinal materials related to 'Su Xin Han Corpse Poison'."

Jiang Fu'an waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, fairy. I have been practicing medicine for many years and have my own connections. I won't attract attention."

He doesn't even know what medicinal herbs are needed to cure this poison, so it's no wonder the people from Qiankun Pavilion have no interest in him.

Seeing that he looked calm and composed, Zhao Lintang said no more.

He took out a thousand spirit stones from his storage bag, which glowed with spiritual light, piled up in a ball, and used a teleportation technique to send them to Jiang Fu'an.

Jiang Fu'an didn't stand on ceremony; with a flick of his sleeve, he collected all the spirit stones.

This thousand spirit stones is just the beginning.

Only after the treatment shows results can we let her continue to pay.

Seeing that he had accepted his spirit stones, Zhao Lintang reminded him, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, now that you have accepted the consultation fee, please do your best in the treatment."

"If Lin Tang dies under mysterious circumstances, my family will never let this go!"

Jiang Fu'an understood that the other party was warning him not to have any ulterior motives. He straightened his expression and assured her, "Please rest assured, Fairy Zhao, I still have my bottom line."

During the short time the two were talking, Zhao Lintang's condition clearly worsened.

Her lips were originally just bluish, but now even her temples and eyebrows were covered with a layer of fine white frost.

She pointed to the gurgling stream beside her: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, may I continue to use this stream to temporarily alleviate the chill?"

"Of course."

Jiang Fu'an readily agreed and then said, "Fairy Zhao, please stay here and circulate your internal energy to resist the attack. I will go and prepare the medicine."

Thank you for your trouble.

Zhao Lintang walked briskly towards the stream, his steps a little unsteady.

After a few steps, his figure rippled like water, and with a slight sway, he vanished into thin air.

The vegetation along the stream remains unchanged, and the water flows gently, as if no one has ever been there.

Jiang Fu'an's gaze sharpened slightly, and he secretly praised him:

This concealment formation is indeed ingenious.

He secretly thought that he might be able to claim it as part of his consultation fee later.

Without further delay, he turned and walked unhurriedly along the mountain path toward the house at the top of the mountain.

Back in the courtyard, he first went into the cultivation room and circulated the Azure Water Technique for three complete cycles.

It wasn't until dawn broke and the first light of day appeared that I got up and stretched my limbs.

Afterwards, he went down the mountain to the nearest village of ordinary people, found the old doctor there, and bought some nourishing medicinal herbs.

Upon returning to his residence on Qinglu Mountain, Jiang Fu'an headed straight for the fishpond in the backyard.

The pond water was clear, reflecting the sunlight.

The crocodile, which had been lying in wait in the shadows at the bottom of the water, seemed to sense its master's presence and burst out of the water with a splash, revealing a head covered in scales.

Upon seeing Jiang Fu'an, its slightly fierce little eyes immediately brightened, and it swung its tail as if to come over.

Jiang Fu'an raised his hand to stop him: "Don't come any closer, go and catch me two blue turtles."

Although this water crocodile is only at the early stage of the first tier, it is more than capable of dealing with the non-aggressive blue-armored fish in the fishpond.

It was in charge of the regular Lan fishpond. Whenever Jiang Fu'an wanted to eat fish, he would order it to catch them.

Upon hearing this, the crocodile lowered its head and quickly submerged into the water.

The calm water surface was suddenly covered with a series of dense bubbles, followed by ripples that spread outwards, even creating quite large waves.

Not long after, the water broke open again, and the crocodile floated to the surface.

It held two spirit fish, their scales gleaming with a bluish light, firmly in its wide mouth.

"Well done."

Jiang Fu'an praised the beggar, then bent down and reached out, grasping a fish in one hand.

The blue-armored fish were quite strong, but with Jiang Fu'an's current physique, holding them was effortless.

He picked up the fish and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Xinlan pondered how to brew this detoxifying soup in a way that would both look authentic and maximize its therapeutic effects.