Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

After Li Xin moved to Li Garden, Doctor Yang and his wife, along with their son, came to celebrate his housewarming.

However, Li Xin was a ruthless killer who had made many enemies, and Doctor Yang, being small and weak, dared not get too close to him.

To avoid causing trouble and bringing disaster upon oneself.

There's only one reason why he's so late.

That means you've encountered a problem that you can't solve.

Li Xin put on his coat and walked into the front hall, where he saw Yang Shoucheng pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands together, his forehead covered in a fine sheen of sweat from his journey.

“Brother Xin, it’s really inappropriate to bother you so late at night, but this is a difficult situation.”

Yang Shoucheng pulled out a rough porcelain bowl from the bottom of the medicine box. There was a very thin layer of grayish-white medicine residue at the bottom of the bowl. When he brought it close to his nose, there was an indescribable fishy-sweet smell. "The children that Huichuntang has been treating these past two days have been brought in one after another, and their symptoms are all exactly the same."

They were pale and sickly, with cold hands and feet, and were in a deep, unconscious state.

I've been taking pulses for half my life, and I've never seen such a strange illness before.

Later, one of the children woke up briefly and said that in a dilapidated temple in the south of the city, several monks in gray robes held him down, drew his blood, and forced him to drink medicine.

"A gray-robed monk?" Li Xin took the bowl, his fingertips touching the dregs of medicine at the bottom. A very faint scent of incense mingled with the fishy and sweet smell.

It's not the sandalwood scent of ordinary monks, but the ambergris unique to the Great Snow Mountain.

The fragrance is refreshing and invigorating, and lingers for a long time.

Where are those children now?

"They're all lying in my clinic, being kept alive with ginseng decoction, but their blood loss is too severe to be replenished with ordinary prescriptions."

If they don't come up with a solution soon, they won't even make it through the night.

Yang Shouchang lowered his voice, "Brother Xin, the medicine you used to save people a while ago was truly amazing. Its ability to nurture life force is something I have never seen before in my life. Therefore, I had no choice but to shamelessly come to ask for your help."

"Them? How many children are there?"

Yang Shouchang was taken aback, then nodded repeatedly: "There are four of them, and they are all very serious. It is difficult to treat them with general blood-tonifying drugs."

"Wait a moment, there are just a few doses of medicine left. Hongxiu, go and get them. Two doses are enough to treat these four children."

Li Xin said in a deep voice.

Zhuang Hongxiu curtsied and replied, "Yes, young master."

Two doses of medicine equal two raw characters.

Li Xin's spiritual power has now reached over 50 points, allowing him to inject more spiritual power when drawing talismans, greatly amplifying the effectiveness of the life-giving characters.

But there's no need to do that right now.

A single living character containing 0.2 faith power is enough to save most people suffering from terminal illnesses.

There's no need for any more.

As for weakness caused by excessive blood loss alone.

With just 0.1 units of faith, it can cure most of the problems.

The rest will be fine after a period of recuperation.

It's not that Li Xin is too stingy.

However, treating illness is one thing, saving lives is another.

However, the treatment speed, which is clearly quite bizarre, is hardly worth mentioning.

Dr. Yang Shoucheng is not worthy of this reputation.

His family's clinic couldn't withstand too many storms either...

Soon, Zhuang Hongxiu came out from the inner room, took out a water bag, and handed it to Li Xin.

Li Xin weighed it in his hand, sensed the vitality within the talisman water, and then smiled as he placed it in Yang Shouchang's hand.

"Dr. Yang, take this medicine and divide it into four equal portions. Give it to the seriously ill child, and he should get better."

As for the gray-robed monk, you don't need to inquire about it; I'll handle it."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Xin."

Yang Shoucheng left, expressing his deepest gratitude.

Doctors have the heart of parents; that's just his personality. He feels terrible if he can't cure a patient.

If there is even a sliver of hope, I will exert ten times the effort.

This is precisely why Huichuntang has such a good reputation.

Thinking about the children losing blood.

Li Xin's eyes flickered slightly as he suddenly remembered something.

I wouldn't have dared to do it before, but now it should be fine.

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "Hongxiu, what's been happening at Prince Yi's residence these past few days?"

Zhuang Hongxiu emerged from behind the screen, clearly having been listening the whole time. She said softly, "The Prince Yi's residence has been closed to visitors for over a month, supposedly because the prince is recuperating."

On the surface, his son has not visited Wanfulou during this period, and has remained silent ever since the death of the monk Yinping.

But when our men were staking out the back alley the day before yesterday, they saw a carriage covered in black cloth leave the manor late at night, heading towards the Wanfulou Theater.

Zhuang Hongxiu did her job very meticulously, handling all the tasks assigned to her.

Even if you don't ask, she will keep an eye on it.

Furthermore, they meticulously recorded the intelligence they obtained.

So that Li Xin could ask him questions at any time.

"very good."

Wanfulou. Li Xin remembered that theater.

It was a place where the Empress Dowager often went to watch operas...

Last time, the monk Yinping disguised himself as a young master and set up the Saha White Bone Array in that very theater.

The formation is extremely powerful, with endless variations in its methods.

Even Li Xin, after trying it once, was unwilling to fight to the death with those strange and bizarre methods.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything.

However, given their capabilities at that time, they could not guarantee a dominant and overwhelming victory.

If you accidentally stir up a hornet's nest, you might end up in a mess and make a laughing stock.

Li Xin suspected that the garden was actually the outer perimeter of the Wuchang Temple of the Great Snow Mountain.

That makes sense.

Regardless of the actions of Prince Yi and his son.

The actions of Qi Yuanfang and his second uncle were all inextricably linked to Wanfulou.

Some children went missing, and the final destination was always the same place.

"We have to go eventually; we can't delay any longer."

The longer it is delayed, the more people will be killed…

Thinking this, Li Xin felt a little more anxious.

He discovered that some monks were now targeting children in the capital, proving that they had begun to resort to any means necessary.

If we wait any longer, something unexpected might happen.

Thinking of this, he put the silver bottle into his pocket and picked up the dragon-shaped spear leaning against the wall.

He picked up the Xintinghou sword again.

"Young Master, the red bean porridge is ready. Would you like to have some first?" Seeing Li Xin's eagerness to rush to the battlefield, Zhuang Hongxiu's voice trembled slightly.

He caught up from behind and asked softly.

"Keep it warm, you'll be right back, it won't take too long."

Li Xin chuckled.

As I stepped out of the courtyard gate.

Ali was peeking out from behind the moon gate when Xiaoyue emerged from behind her. The two little girls each held a freshly woven grasshopper in their hands, wanting to put it in his hand, but afraid of delaying his business, so they just watched timidly.

Li Xin patted the two little girls' heads, tucked the grasshopper into his pocket, and his figure disappeared into the night at the alley entrance in an instant.

The night was as dark as ink.

Under the moonlight, the upturned eaves of Prince Yi's mansion revealed a menacing silhouette. Every twenty steps outside the courtyard wall, there was a sentry post, with guards patrolling back and forth with goose-feather sabers at their waists.

The scent of pine resin from the torches mingled with the fragrance of summer flowers, stirred together by the night breeze.

Li Xin moved silently, his toes barely touching the roof tiles before he was gone, without stirring up a gust of wind.

The study was brightly lit.

Prince Yi sat alone under the lamp, a bowl of ginseng soup on a small table beside him, his fingertips holding a yellowed opera script.

The fold-out page stopped right on "The Drunken Concubine"...

He hummed a line from a play, looking languid and relaxed, completely unaware that the door behind him had been silently pushed open.

By the time he snapped out of his reverie, a hand had already gripped the back of his neck, pressing his entire face against the opera script.

The warm breath sprayed onto the rice paper, spreading a damp stain.

Prince Yi turned his head with difficulty and met a pair of eyes.

There was no rage, no murderous intent in his eyes, only indifference.

Prince Yi's pupils contracted, and his whole body trembled.

"It seems you recognize me? You must also know why I've come to your house."

Li Xin sensed the fear and despair in Prince Yi's heart.

Of course, it also revealed what he was thinking deep down.

"I will tell you everything, I will tell you everything. I only hope that the Grand Preceptor will spare my life."

If only I had known then what I know now.

Li Xin shook his head.

"You and the young master of the manor will both die, but we can leave you a little grandson. That child is chubby-cheeked, innocent and pure, and hasn't been corrupted by your thoughts yet."

"Thank you so much..."

Prince Yi's teeth chattered, his face turned ashen, but his mood calmed down.

"...Blood is being drawn at the bottom of Wanfulou." He heard his own voice trembling, each word as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Whose blood should we take?"

“Children kidnapped from outside the palace.”

Who is in charge?

"Qi Yunfang. After his son died in Baoshen Hall, he went mad, took refuge with the old monk Wuchang, lived in the underground palace instead of going home, and took on the job of extracting blood to refine elixirs."

He came every three days without fail. Several different doctors had come before his arrival, and this had been going on for ten years.

Prince Yi paused here, letting out a very low sob, "I was forced into it, those monks..."

Li Xin didn't wait for him to finish speaking. He placed his palm on the top of the head and pressed down gently. A very faint cracking sound came from his palm.

Prince Yi didn't utter a sound, his head tilted to the side, resting on the word "drunk".

The ginseng soup was still steaming.

"You should thank me for giving you and your son a quick death."

After killing Prince Yi, Li Xin killed him as easily as killing a dog. He found Prince Yi's heir and, with a single finger, severed his heart meridian.

The next day, someone will find him dead on the chamber pot, with half of his buttocks exposed.

This is just one of Li Xin's little quirky interests.