The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

After leaving Liu Yulan's house, Yang Shuisheng went straight back to his own home.

He bolted the door shut, not even bothering to rest, and immediately gathered all the medicinal herbs he had collected from the mountains, piling them on the table in the room.

Following the methods and proportions passed down from his memory, he carefully picked and sorted the ingredients.

Which ones are for strengthening the body's foundation and nourishing the vital energy, which ones are for clearing the meridians, which ones are for assisting in guiding Qi... categorize them and put them away.

Then he lit a fire in the stove, found a relatively clean earthenware pot, scooped in water, and carefully put in the prepared medicinal herbs one by one in a specific order and with the right heat, and began to simmer them.

A strong, bitter, yet strangely fragrant medicinal aroma quickly filled the air.

Yang Shuisheng was completely focused on controlling the heat, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

The effects of this herbal medicine, which aids in breakthroughs, can be drastically different if the cooking time is slightly off.

After simmering for nearly three hours, the medicinal broth in the earthenware pot was concentrated into a small bowl of thick, dark brown liquid, radiating strong medicinal power.

Yang Shuisheng filtered out the medicinal juice, poured it into a rough porcelain bowl, and set it aside to cool.

Then, he took out the century-old Ganoderma lucidum that was carefully wrapped in oiled paper.

Unwrapping the oil paper reveals a purplish-brown Ganoderma lucidum with cloud-like patterns, emitting a refreshing and unique fragrance.

Yang Shuisheng took a deep breath, feeling the powerful and pure essence of the Ganoderma lucidum, and felt more confident.

He didn't touch the Ganoderma lucidum at first. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed with his palms facing upwards, closed his eyes, and began to fully mobilize and circulate the nine streams of Qi in his body that had reached saturation, according to the method of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique".

The Qi flowed slowly through specific meridians, following his intention, becoming faster and more active, like nine streams gradually boiling and trying to break through the dam.

When his Qi was circulated to its peak, and his blood and Qi surged throughout his body, Yang Shuisheng suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the bowl of warm medicine next to him, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Gulp."

The bitter, scalding medicine slid down his throat, instantly transforming into a scorching, violent torrent that rushed through his limbs and bones.

The medicinal power collided and merged with the surging energy within his body.

"Well."

Yang Shuisheng groaned, his face instantly turning bright red, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged.

He could feel that the nine streams of energy, stimulated and propelled by the powerful medicinal force, were like wild horses, frantically assaulting that invisible barrier.

Each impact brought a throbbing pain that felt like my veins were being torn apart and a trembling sensation that shook my very soul.

His bones seemed to be making a creaking sound as he struggled under the strain, and sweat poured down his face, instantly soaking his clothes.

This process is extremely agonizing, like being tempered alternately in raging fire and freezing ice.

Yang Shuisheng gritted his teeth, relying on his strong willpower to hold onto a sliver of clarity in his mind, guiding the raging energy to impact, hammer, and fuse it again and again according to the path of the cultivation technique...

Time passed second by second.

Yang Shuisheng was soaked in sweat, and the bed sheet beneath him was also wet. His face was sometimes flushed and sometimes pale.

But he remained as steady as a rock, with only his slightly trembling body and tightly pursed lips revealing the immense pain and pressure he was enduring.

After about an hour, the medicinal power of the soup had been mostly used up. The fusion of the nine qi seemed to have reached the most critical moment, but it was always just one step away from being completely unified and condensed into a higher level of true qi.

That barrier, though seemingly crumbling, was exceptionally resilient.

It's now!

A glint flashed in Yang Shuisheng's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the century-old Ganoderma lucidum next to him, disregarded all decorum, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it vigorously.

The taste of the Ganoderma lucidum was extremely bitter, but it quickly transformed into a powerful, pure, gentle, and boundless warm current, like a gentle rain falling from the sky, instantly irrigating his parched, violent, and almost out-of-control Qi and meridians.

The originally restless and chaotic energy quickly became docile and solidified under the nourishment and soothing effect of this pure essence of herbs and plants.

That warm current, like the finest adhesive, guided and enveloped the nine streams of energy, slowly and steadily converging, compressing, and merging them towards the center of the dantian...

Another hour or so passed.

Yang Shuisheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly trembled violently. Then, an aura that was several times more solid and heavy than before suddenly emanated from his body, shaking the dust in the room into the air.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, a glint of light flashing in them before returning to their deep, calm state.

"call……"

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The breath was long and deep, with an indescribable rhythm, clearly audible in the quiet room.

"A close call...it's finally done." Yang Shuisheng murmured to himself, his tone tinged with weariness, but more so with barely suppressed joy and excitement.

He felt as if his body had become much lighter, and every pore was breathing freely, full of unprecedented vitality.

A tremendous power surged through his limbs and bones, several times stronger than before his breakthrough.

He clenched his fist slightly, and you could clearly hear the subtle, powerful popping sound coming from his knuckles.

Even more amazing are his five senses.

He could even clearly hear the rustling sound of a beetle crawling across dead leaves dozens of steps away.

You can see tiny dust particles dancing in the sunlight streaming through the crack in the door.

He could smell the aroma of food wafting from his neighbor's house in the distance, and the whole world became incredibly clear and vivid in his perception.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind.

Instantly, everything happening within a 20-30 meter radius around him was clearly reflected in his mind like a three-dimensional painting.

The scurrying of mice in the corner, the soft flapping of sparrows' wings under the eaves, even the rustling of every weed in the yard in the wind... all were under my control.

This is an unprecedented, mysterious, and powerful sense of control.

He immediately sensed his dantian.

Upon closer inspection, the nine scattered streams of energy within the dantian had vanished, replaced by a slowly rotating, pale white vortex the size of a glass marble.

Although the vortex was still very weak and rotated slowly, it was incredibly solid and exuded a kind of aura that was different from the feeling of qi, purer, more agile, and more powerful—true qi!

This is real, readily available true energy that can be used with ease and possesses a variety of wondrous applications.

Although there is only a little bit now, Yang Shuisheng can feel that the power that this wisp of true energy can unleash far exceeds the sum of the previous nine wisps of energy.

Moreover, this vortex is not static; it will continue to grow stronger and more solid as one cultivates, eventually generating even greater power.

With the first level of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" showing a feeling of flowing qi, he had finally officially entered the field and stepped into the threshold of true qi cultivation.

After the initial excitement, Yang Shuisheng immediately smelled a strong, sour, sweaty odor mixed with a fishy smell similar to rotting grease.

He looked down and found that his exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of grayish-black greasy dirt, similar to when he broke through to the Qi Sensing Realm last time.

But this time it seems to be more and stickier.

This should be the impurities that the body further expelled during the breakthrough, as the body was tempered by true qi and medicinal power.

He immediately got out of bed, not caring about anything else, and scooped several large ladles of cold water from the water tank. Right there in the yard, he took off his soaking wet and filthy shirt and started washing it with a splash.

The cool well water washed away the grime, bringing a refreshing sensation and calming his somewhat excited spirit caused by the breakthrough.

"You heartless bastard, Yang Shuisheng!"

Just as he finished washing up and was about to go back inside to find some clean clothes to change into, a woman's voice, filled with resentment and dissatisfaction, suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

"You promised to come see me tonight, but I've been waiting at home for ages, and I haven't seen a soul. Did you stand me up?"

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw Zhou Caifeng standing prettily at the gate of the courtyard, her hands on her hips, her peach blossom eyes filled with reproach and grievance as she looked him up and down.

Today she wore a light red short-sleeved shirt and black skinny jeans, which accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her hair was also carefully styled, her face was powdered, and her lips were painted bright red. She had obviously dressed up specially, just waiting for her date last night.

After waiting all night in vain, they have now come knocking on my door to demand an explanation.

Last night he first arrested Zhao Hu, and then went to Xu Xiuxia's house...

Completely forgetting his promise to Zhou Caifeng, he looked embarrassed and quickly explained, "Aunt Feng, listen to me, yesterday...yesterday I accidentally sprained my ankle, it hurt so badly I couldn't move it, so I couldn't go. It really wasn't on purpose."

"Did you sprain your ankle?"

Zhou Caifeng looked at him suspiciously, her gaze sweeping over his bare, muscular, and well-proportioned upper body and legs, which showed no signs of abnormality, and she pursed her lips.

"Don't try to fool me! I was worried when I couldn't find you last night, so I came to your house to check on you."

"Your house is completely dark, there's not a soul in sight, and the doors are locked."

"You've twisted your ankle, where can you run to?"

"Could she have run off to some lover's house?"

Yang Shuisheng was startled, not expecting that Zhou Caifeng had come to his house last night.

This woman is really persistent.

"Aunt Feng, I really didn't lie to you."

His mind raced, but his face showed a helpless and aggrieved expression. He sighed and said, "I just went to the field to check on my little cabbage. It was dark and the road was slippery. I accidentally stepped into a hole and twisted my ankle."

"The pain was so bad that I lay down on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time."

"Later, I just lay there in the field until the pain subsided. It was almost dawn when I slowly limped back."

"If you don't believe me, you can go to my field and see for yourself. You might even see the marks I made while lying down."

His words were so detailed and his expressions so convincing, and given that he had just broken through to the next level, his aura was steady and his eyes were clear, so he didn't seem to be lying.

Zhou Caifeng stared at him for a few seconds. Seeing that he looked calm and didn't seem to be lying, her doubts and resentment dissipated, replaced by concern and heartache.

"Did you really sprain your ankle?"

She quickly stepped forward, not even caring that Yang Shuisheng was still shirtless and hadn't dried himself off, her gaze sweeping over his legs as she anxiously asked, "How serious is it? Which foot?"

"Are you feeling better now? Does it still hurt?"

"Sit down quickly and let me take a look!"

As she spoke, she actually reached out to help Yang Shuisheng, and the tense and worried look on her face wasn't entirely an act.