Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

With a creak, the door to the room opened.

The short-bearded man walked in, looked at Song Jincong in front of him, and whispered, "Master, what's wrong?"

The man had a tough-looking face, but there was worry in his eyes.

Chang Hu heard noises coming from inside the house while he was outside the door, and worried that something had happened, so he came to check.

He knew that his master had been worrying all night long these past few days.

Song Jincong propped his head up and saw the person in front of him clearly: "Xiao Hu, you've come at the right time."

Then Zhengding said, "Go and tell the Nine Blades, Flying Swallow, Golden Pear Tree and other martial arts schools."

"I, Song Jincong, have agreed to all their conditions."

Chang Hu was stunned. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Seeing the other person's hesitant expression, Song Jincong laughed instead: "Just say what you want to say. You were the first one to disagree back then."

"Sir, although I am the manager of the clinic, I am also Rui'er's god-uncle who watched her grow up. I support your decision."

"I'm just furious that those dojos disregarded our friendship and took advantage of my misfortune!"

"We have done our best to help the clinic, whether it was treating patients or collecting medicinal herbs. We have invested a lot of money in it."

"They're all out there fighting evil and protecting the righteous, but now they want to sever our roots!"

Chang Hu clenched his fists and exhaled. Although he was just an ordinary person, he knew the principles of reciprocity and gratitude.

Song Jincong's eyes lit up, and he patted his shoulder with satisfaction before saying, "Xiao Hu, you've been with me for many years, and I've taught you the compassion of a doctor. I'm sure you have a compassionate heart."

"But remember this again today: the human heart is like medicine in a clinic."

"It can never be made up of just one ingredient."

Chang Hu remained silent, seemingly understanding, and nodded.

"Go ahead, let's arrange it like this. I'll take care of the rest."

"Yes."

"Clang!"

The closed door was suddenly flung open, revealing the doctor of the clinic with a look of great anxiety.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic? Don't you know the master hasn't been feeling well lately?"

Chang Hu muttered to himself, then prepared to go outside for a detailed chat with the person in front of him.

"Master! Steward Chang! It's...it's...Miss has been brought back!"

"It's right here in the hall!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure rushed outside.

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"Young hero, please have some tea."

"This is a hot towel, young hero, please use it."

The temperature dropped even further at night. A few sips of hot tea warmed me up a bit, but then a feeling of hunger crept in.

However, Lin Sheng knew that something even more tempting than food was waiting for him.

Watching everyone busily taking Song Rui's pulse and examining her, Lin Sheng sat in his chair, enjoying it all as if it were his due.

Soon after, the man released his hand from Song Rui's wrist and nodded in relief. The crowd around him breathed a sigh of relief, but some people still couldn't help but glance in Lin Sheng's direction.

"May I ask your name, young hero?"

"Lin Sheng is no young hero; he's just an ordinary mountain herder."

"I brought your young lady back immediately after I rescued her by chance..."

"Rui'er! Where is Rui'er!"

A figure rushed over and, seeing Song Rui unconscious on the chair, quickly reached out to take her pulse.

"Dr. Song, we've just confirmed..."

"I'll do it myself again!!"

After being shouted at, the crowd fell silent and waited quietly.

Chang Hu saw Lin Sheng drinking tea, frowned at the bloodstains on his body, and asked the person next to him in a low voice.

After a long while, Song Jincong finally let out a long sigh, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and squeezed his daughter's hand tightly with a sigh of relief.

It was at this moment that he noticed something was wrong with his daughter's clothes.

After quickly confirming the situation, he immediately had Song Rui's maid take her back to her room and ordered someone to prepare medicine for her before turning his attention to Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng had already drunk half a cup of tea by then.

Song Jincong raised his hand and said, "I sincerely thank you for bringing my daughter back, young man."

"Excuse my boldness, but there are some things I'd like to discuss..."

Chang Hu stepped forward and whispered to Song Jincong the whole story that Lin Sheng and the doctors had told him.

Song Jincong looked at Chang Hu in surprise, but Chang Hu simply nodded.

At this, Song Jincong bowed deeply in gratitude, saying, "Brother Lin's kindness is something I will never forget."

"I will send someone to clean up all traces of Brother Lin and will not let Brother Lin be troubled."

"Thank you again, Brother Lin, for taking care of my daughter and for allowing my daughter and me to meet again!"

"Dr. Song, you flatter me. The Song family clinic has saved tens of thousands of people, which is a great deed. I am just repaying their kindness."

Lin Sheng returned the greeting, but all he wanted was to quickly move this polite conversation to the next episode.

Without further ado, he said, "I suppose Dr. Song hasn't been getting enough rest these past few days because she's worried about her daughter. It's getting late, so I'll come back tomorrow after I've rested and explain the details to you."

Song Jincong understood what Lin Sheng wanted to talk about, and he even wanted to discuss some matters in detail immediately.

But after confirming that Song Rui was alright, his physical fatigue seemed to be switched on, and he felt dizzy and really needed to rest.

However, he didn't intend to let Lin Sheng leave just like that. Instead, he pulled Lin Sheng aside and said, "Brother Lin, you can sleep here with me tonight, saving you the trouble of traveling tomorrow."

"They probably haven't eaten yet. They'll be starving in the dark when they get back."

"Besides, it's pitch black in the night. It's not safe for an ordinary person like you to go back."

"Here, you can eat something nice and have a good night's sleep."

When she talked about ordinary people, she secretly pinched Lin Sheng hard.

Lin Sheng wasn't stupid; he instantly understood the other person's thoughts and said, "That makes sense."

"In that case, I'll stay here for the night."

"Alright, alright, clean the guest room and prepare some hearty dishes for my brother Lin."

Lin Sheng was quickly led to a clean room.

The room wasn't big, but it was fully equipped and didn't look cheap. Cotton quilts were spread on the bed to keep you warm and make you sleepy.

Lin Sheng lay on the bed, pondering Song Jincong's hint.

"It was already late when I arrived. Although there weren't many people on the road, the news that I brought Song Rui back would definitely spread, and it would inevitably attract attention."

"Ordinary people..."

"Are you implying that as an ordinary person with nothing to my name, I'm now facing such a great opportunity, and that I'll attract unwanted attention?"

"If that's the case, then I really can't go back tonight. Being secretly criticized would be the least of my worries. I might even be forced to change my mind about seeking the Dharma."

What Lin Sheng feared more than encountering danger was having no way out.

With my current physical condition, if I can't beat someone, I can at least run away. But if I can't even run away, then I'm really done for.

"The Song family medical clinic really knows how to get things done; no wonder it has a certain reputation among all the martial arts schools."

"Cultivators don't necessarily see mortals as their own kind..."

Considering that Li Tu and Li Mian, who only had rudimentary skills, were engaged in murder and robbery, Lin Sheng's impression of cultivators was not very high.

Even when faced with the righteous path, he prefers to believe in human nature.

Lin Sheng got up and carefully examined his body.

Hikers often hunt wild game, so they naturally have more strength than ordinary people.

But compared to those who have a truly balanced diet, they are far inferior.

But now Lin Sheng could only marvel at how wonderful the Cave Mystery Furnace truly was.

He pinched his arm, feeling its hardness, and then jumped and moved his body a few times. After the previous combat experience, Lin Sheng had a clearer understanding of his body.

It's all about being "strong"! It's all about being "healthy"!

"If even a wild boar can change me so much, what if a few more came along? Would I be able to fly?"

Looking at the bulging muscles on his arms, no one would believe he hadn't worked out.

Sensing the three-legged furnace in his mind, he quietly said, "Even the power of demons can be refined."

"If we could obtain the precious essence of those demons, what changes would occur after absorbing it?"

As he pondered, Lin Sheng realized that his path of seeking the Dharma would be quite different from others.

It seems to be a more open and expansive continent.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, and when he opened it, people from the clinic brought Lin Sheng hot dishes.

The meal included braised pork knuckle, beef, fruits and vegetables, and drinks—a truly abundant feast.

Feeling the peristalsis in his intestines, Lin Sheng decided to eat first, because he needed to be full to have the strength to fight.

Make thorough preparations for tomorrow's Dharma seeking.