This celestial master cultivates both physical and magical arts; why did you provoke him?

Cola Novel Reading Feast: A vast collection of books and an ultimate reading experience.

"Thunder Magic - Healing Spirit Array," Xia En whispered.

The magical power surged from the rune array, transforming into countless golden threads that slowly seeped into Xiaoyu's body.

Those silk threads, like gentle hands, softly caressed each diseased cell, wrapping them up and clearing them away little by little.

Xiaoyu closed her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed. Her body was trembling slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

Shane's magic was being continuously output.

He could feel the diseased cells being cleared away, but there were too many, too deep, and too stubborn cells.

His magic power was being depleted, much faster than he had imagined.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his hands began to tremble, and his breathing became rapid.

But he didn't stop.

Forty minutes.

Fifty minutes.

One hour.

Most of the diseased cells were removed.

But a small portion remained deeply rooted in their marrow, stubbornly resisting the cleansing power.

Xia En gritted his teeth and increased his magical output.

The seven talismans simultaneously emitted a dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire ward.

Then, he heard a voice.

It's very light and thin, like a thread.

"elder brother……"

He looked down and saw that Xiaoyu had opened her eyes.

Those big eyes looked at him, with tears in them, but not because of pain.

"Brother, are you very tired?"

Xia En paused for a moment, then said, "Not tired."

You're lying.

Xiaoyu's lips curled slightly. "Your hands are shaking."

Xia En looked down at his hands.

It is definitely shaking, shaking violently.

"Brother, you should rest for a while." Xiaoyu's voice was very soft, as soft as the wind.

"no."

"It's not cured yet," Shane said.

"But you look very tired..."

"Once you're healed, you won't be tired anymore."

Xiaoyu paused for a moment.

Then she reached out her little hand and gently took Shane's hand in hers.

Her hands were small and cold, but she held them tightly.

"Brother, I believe you."

Xia En looked at the small hand and remained silent for a second.

Then he took a deep breath and poured all his remaining mana into the rune array at once.

A burst of golden light illuminated the entire ward.

The diseased cells were completely removed.

Xia En stood by the bed, drenched in sweat, his hands trembling violently, but his eyes were bright.

He looked down at Xiaoyu.

Her face was still pale, but the ashen, lifeless look had vanished.

Instead, it has a light, vibrant rosy hue.

"Okay," he said, his voice hoarse.

Xiaoyu looked at him and smiled. That smile was like a rainbow after the rain—faint, yet beautiful.

"Thank you, brother."

Xia En reached out and gently patted her little head. "You're welcome."

He turned and walked out of the ward.

Outside the door, Zhou Min nervously greeted her. "How did it go?"

Xia En looked at her and smiled. "Alright."

Zhou Min was stunned. "What?"

"The diseased cells in her body have been cleared. She only needs routine recovery treatment and will be able to be discharged soon."

Zhou Min's mouth was open, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

She wanted to say something, but it felt like something was blocking her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She knelt down with a thud, about to kowtow.

Xia En caught her.

"Don't do that."

"Thank you... thank you..." Zhou Min sobbed uncontrollably.

Xia En helped her to her feet.

"You're welcome. It's what I should do."

He took a business card out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"This is my contact information. Feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything in the future."

Zhou Min took the business card, her hands trembling.

She glanced down.

The business card had a few words printed on it:

"Xia En, a Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, specializing in both physical and magical arts. He undertakes all kinds of rituals, exorcisms, disaster relief, and protection of peace."

Below that is a line of smaller print: "Reasonable pricing, fair and honest service for all ages."

Zhou Min couldn't help but laugh, but then she started crying again.

Fang Zijian stood to the side, watching this scene, his eyes also reddening.

He suddenly remembered what Xia En had said before.

"I solve their problems, and they give me money. I use the money to do more good deeds."

This person is really doing good deeds.

After leaving the hospital, Xia En walked very slowly. Fang Zijian followed behind him and noticed that his hands were still trembling.

Are you alright?

"It's nothing. I just overexerted my magic power; I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Is that child's illness... really cured?"

"Um."

"But we still need standard hospital treatment afterward," Shane said. "Chemotherapy, nutritional support, and immune reconstitution."

"I removed the diseased cells, but her body still needs time to recover."

Fang Zijian nodded. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How much money did you receive?"

Xia En glanced at him. "Confiscate it."

Fang Zijian was stunned. "Confiscated? You didn't take the money?"

"Um."

Why?

Xia En paused for a moment, then said, "Because she has no money."

Fang Zijian fell silent.

"To pay for her child's medical treatment, she sold her house and her car, and borrowed money from all her relatives and friends. The sweater she was wearing was pilling from washing so many times. Her fingers were covered in hangnails, caused by long-term malnutrition."

"She spent all her money on her children."

He paused. "How can I collect the money under these circumstances?"

Fang Zijian opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"but……"

Xia En took out her phone from her pocket, glanced at it, and said, "I secretly installed an app on her phone."

Fang Zijian was taken aback. "What app?"

"The Celestial Master's Mansion's online donation platform."

Fang Zijian's lips twitched. "You're... crowdfunding?"

"Um."

Xia En put his phone away. "These days, doing good deeds has to keep up with the times. We can't rely on just one person; we have to mobilize the power of the masses."

Fang Zijian was both amused and exasperated.

This person really can relate everything to money.

But this time, he didn't think Xia En was greedy at all.

Because he knew that the money wasn't for Xia En himself, but for that child.

A month later, Fang Zijian received a WeChat message. It was from Zhou Min.

"Master Xia, Xiaoyu was discharged from the hospital today. The doctor said all her indicators are normal, and she only needs to have regular check-ups from now on. Thank you so much. You are a benefactor to our whole family."

A photo is attached below.

In the photo, Xiaoyu is standing at the hospital entrance, with sunlight shining on her.

Her hair hadn't grown out yet, but her complexion was rosy and her eyes were bright.

She was wearing a red dress, holding a lollipop, and smiling happily.

Fang Zijian showed the photo to Xia En.

Xia En glanced at it, then handed the phone back to Fang Zijian without saying anything.

But Fang Zijian noticed that the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

It was very light, very faint, but it was definitely a smile.

"Xia En," Fang Zijian suddenly said.

"Um?"

"You once said something like, 'Do you really think ghosts are scarier than people?'"

Xia En looked at him.

"I understand now."

Fang Zijian said, "No matter how scary a ghost is, it can only bite you and suck a little of your yang energy. But people are different. People can make your heart ache. That kind of pain is even more unbearable than being bitten by a ghost."

Xia En remained silent for a long time.

Then he laughed. "You finally understand."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside. The sun was shining brightly, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of life. It is my duty to eliminate illness and disaster."

He said, "All I can do is reach out to them when they need help the most. I'll save as many as I can."

Fang Zijian watched his retreating figure and suddenly felt...

This person was gentler than anyone he had ever met.

Although he always talks about money.

Although he always asks for more money, and although his expression is always so nonchalant.

But his heart was softer than anyone else's.

"Xia En," Fang Zijian said.

"Um?"

"You are a good person."

Xia En glanced back at him. "I know. But even good people need to eat."

Fang Zijian burst into laughter.

That night, Xia En received a WeChat message.

It was posted by Zhang Jingxuan. It contained only one sentence: "I heard you didn't accept the money from that child with leukemia?"

Xia En replied with a single word: "Mm".

Zhang Jingxuan: "Then you've lost out."

Xia En: "We didn't lose money. The Celestial Master's Mansion's online donation platform received 800,000 yuan in donations. That's enough for Xiaoyu's treatment and rehabilitation costs for three years."

Zhang Jingxuan remained silent for a long time.

Then he replied:

"The Celestial Master's Mansion has an online donation platform? How come I didn't know that?"

Xia En: "I had Fang Zijian help me build it. It just went online last month."

Zhang Jingxuan: "..."

Xia En: "Master, we need to keep up with the times. These days, even Taoist temples need to undergo digital transformation."

Zhang Jingxuan fell silent again.

Then he replied:

"Could that platform be donated to the Celestial Master's Mansion? The pillars in the main hall haven't been replaced yet."

Xia En stared at the message and smiled.

He replied, "Master, don't worry. Next month's income will be allocated two million to repair the pillars of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhang Jingxuan: "That's more like it."

Xia En placed her phone next to her pillow and closed her eyes.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery-white glow on the floor.

He recalled the photo of Xiaoyu being discharged from the hospital today.

A smile in the sunlight, a red dress, a lollipop in her hand.

He smiled.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death; eliminating illness and disaster.

This is his duty.

And he is fulfilling this responsibility in his own way.

Whether you charge money or not, it's crowdfunding.

Anything is fine as long as it helps people.

Cola Novel Reading Feast: A vast collection of books and an ultimate reading experience.