245: Chapter 245 A rapidly advancing Daoist partner has a hidden worry.

Chu Sheng was in no rush to go to the Fengxian Secret Realm.

He stayed in Jin Xiao City first, accompanying his Dao Companions for a few days.

After the women gave birth to their children, their cultivation bases all advanced by leaps and bounds, all of them stepping into the True Transformation Realm together.

The feedback from "Many Children, Many Blessings", combined with the Heaven And Earth Treasure he had left behind, made their foundations unimaginably profound.

Chu Sheng thought to himself: If those old Cultivators who had spent centuries in bitter cultivation knew this, they would likely be so angry they'd cough up blood.

He went to see Li Zhiyi first.

Li Zhiyi's Immortal Cave was at the far east, facing the sun, so the first ray of sunlight every day always shone on her place first.

When Chu Sheng pushed the door open to enter, Li Zhiyi was practicing her swordplay in the courtyard.

She had refined the crimson flame vermillion fruit that Chu Sheng left behind and Cultivated an Earth Rank top grade fire-element Cultivation Technique.

Her sword moves carried a scorching heat, and with every strike, a faint charred mark was left in the air.

Her figure was even more voluptuous than before giving birth, with a slender waist and exquisite curves. She wore a tight-fitting red martial outfit, her hair tied up high, making her look like a moving ball of flame.

Chu Sheng leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching for quite a while.

Li Zhiyi finished her sword form, retracted her sword, turned around, and raised an eyebrow.

"You still remember to come?" Her voice carried heat, but there was a hint of joy in her eyes that she couldn't hide.

Chu Sheng walked over and said with a smile, "I missed you."

Li Zhiyi snorted: "Missed me? You were gone for so long without even sending a message; I thought you had died out there."

Chu Sheng said, "I can't die yet, you haven't scolded me enough."

Li Zhiyi rolled her eyes at him, and just as she was about to say something else, Chu Sheng lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Li Zhiyi's body stiffened for a moment, then softened.

She reached out and punched his chest, but it wasn't hard, like a tickle.

"Mmm... you... close the door..."

Chu Sheng waved his hand, the courtyard gate closed, and he incidentally set up a sound-dampening Restriction.

The two went from the courtyard to the room, from the room to the bed, tossing and turning in passion for the better part of the day.

Afterward, Li Zhiyi leaned in his arms, her hair scattered over one shoulder, her face still flushed with a lingering blush.

Her voice was languid: "How long can you stay this time you're back?"

Chu Sheng said, "I'll stay for a few days, I still have some things to attend to."

"I knew you couldn't stay put." Her voice was very light, with no discernable emotion.

Chu Sheng hugged her tighter without speaking.

He thought to himself: This woman never admits defeat with her mouth, but her heart is softer than anyone's.

He owed her.

Not just her, but also Lin Wanqing, Liu Qingyan, Yue Jianli, Zhou Wantang, Qu Xiaohuan, and Yu Rumeng.

He owed everyone.

But he had no choice; the path of Cultivation was long, and he couldn't stop.

The day he stopped would be the day he died.

Li Zhiyi seemed to sense his emotions and reached out to pinch his face.

"Don't think so much. Just come back alive."

Chu Sheng smiled, took her hand, and kissed it at his lips.

"Alright."

After leaving Li Zhiyi's place, Chu Sheng went to Lin Wanqing's Immortal Cave.

Lin Wanqing's Immortal Cave was at the far west; it was quiet.

The courtyard was filled with medicinal herbs, and the air was permeated with a faint medicinal fragrance.

When Chu Sheng entered the gate, Lin Wanqing was not in the room.

"Huh, where is she?"

A maid hurried over and said she had gone to the medical clinic in the city.

Chu Sheng paused for a moment, then turned and went to Jin Xiao City.

Lin Wanqing's medical clinic was on an old street in the east of the city. It wasn't large, with only three storefronts, but there was a long line at the entrance.

In the line were Cultivators, Mortals, old people, children, pregnant women, and the injured.

Lin Wanqing sat in the clinic, wearing a simple, clean green robe, her hair tied up simply, a gentle smile on her face.

She was taking the pulse of an old man, her movements gentle and her tone patient.

"You have chronic cold legs; you need to keep warm when winter comes. I will prescribe a dose of medicine for you to decoct and take daily for seven days."

The old man thanked her repeatedly, fished a few copper coins from his bosom, and handed them over sheepishly.

"Doctor Lin, I... I only have this much..."

Lin Wanqing didn't take them, saying with a smile, "No need, take it back and buy some food."

The old man was moved to tears, thanked her profusely, and left.

The next one was a young Cultivator with a Ninth Grade of Qi Induction cultivation base, who had a knife wound on his arm so deep the bone was visible.

Lin Wanqing cleaned his wound, applied medicinal powder, and bandaged it, her movements fluid and practiced.

The Cultivator asked how much it cost, and Lin Wanqing said three Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

The Cultivator paid the money readily, thanked her, and left.

Chu Sheng stood at the entrance, watching for a long time.

He thought to himself: Lin Wanqing is not following the pure path of alchemy, but the path of medicine.

The path of alchemy pursues the refining of Medicinal Pills and improving their quality; the path of medicine pursues curing illnesses and saving people, regardless of status.

This is her Dao.

He walked in.

The commoners in line saw him and gave way one after another.

The aura on Chu Sheng was not deliberately released, but ordinary people could still feel his extraordinariness.

Chu Sheng walked up to Lin Wanqing, sat down, and extended his wrist.

"Doctor, I have a bit of an illness that needs looking at."

Lin Wanqing looked up, and seeing it was him, she was stunned for a moment, then a trace of feigned anger appeared on her face.

"You... why are you here?"

Chu Sheng said, "To see a doctor."

Lin Wanqing glared at him and lowered her voice: "Don't mess around, there are so many people waiting outside."

Chu Sheng looked back, and the people in line were all looking at them curiously.

He didn't stand up and said solemnly, "I'm really very uncomfortable; my heart aches."

Lin Wanqing bit her lip, knowing he was messing around, but it wasn't easy to lash out in front of so many people.

She took a deep breath and reached out to place her hand on his pulse.

"The heart pulse is strong, the Qi and blood are full; there is no problem," she said in a businesslike tone.

Chu Sheng shook his head: "Look carefully again; my heart seems to have been stolen by someone."

Lin Wanqing's face turned red instantly.

The people waiting in line nearby began to whisper, and someone recognized Chu Sheng, saying softly, "Isn't that Doctor Lin's Dao Companion? I heard he's a big shot."

Lin Wanqing pulled her hand back, glared at Chu Sheng, her voice carrying shy annoyance.

"If you're not getting treated, don't make trouble; there are still people waiting behind."

Chu Sheng smiled, stood up, and didn't continue to make trouble.

He turned around, faced the crowd in line, and fished out a handful of Spirit Medicine from his Storage Pouch.

They ranged from First Grade to Fifth Grade; he didn't take high-grade ones, fearing these people wouldn't be able to withstand the medicinal power.

But even so, for the commoners of Jin Xiao City, these Spirit Medicine were rare treasures.

He distributed one to each person, saying with a smile, "I have paid everyone's consultation fee for Doctor Lin today. A small gesture, please don't take offense."

The people in line were stunned.

An old couple took a glowing Spiritual Plant, turning it over and over to look at it, their eyes dazzled.

"This... what is this? Why is it so bright?"

A young Cultivator took a Third Grade Spirit Medicine, his hands shaking, his voice trembling: "This... this is a Third Grade Spirit Medicine! It's worth dozens of Spirit Stones! I... can I really take this?"

Chu Sheng said, "You can. Doctor Lin cures illnesses and saves people; I am thanking everyone on her behalf."

There was a commotion in the line; some were happy, some were grateful, and some knelt down to kowtow.

Chu Sheng helped them up one by one, saying no need to thank him, if they wanted to thank someone, they should thank Doctor Lin.

Just then, the eyes of a few Cultivators in the crowd began to light up.

They stared at the Spirit Medicine in the hands of those Mortals, their eyes revealing a look of Greed.

Chu Sheng noticed.

His brow furrowed, but he didn't get angry; he just pointed casually at the mountain outside the clinic.

A dark golden Sword Qi shot out from his fingertip, silent and soundless, as fast as lightning.

That mountain, hundreds of zhang high, was sliced clean off from the waist, the upper half of the mountain sliding down and crashing onto the ground with a boom, dust filling the air.

The whole street went quiet.

Those few Cultivators who had shown Greed instantly turned pale, their legs shaking, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Chu Sheng: "Whoever dares to touch what I have given away, that mountain will be his fate."

No one dared to make a sound.

The few Cultivators slipped away quietly, not even daring to look back.

Chu Sheng clapped his hands, turned, and walked back into the clinic, sat down in front of Lin Wanqing, and extended his wrist again.

"Alright, no one is making trouble now. Doctor, you can treat my illness now, right?"

Lin Wanqing looked at him, the feigned anger on her face slowly melting into tenderness.

Her eyes were a bit red, but she didn't cry.

She reached out, gently holding Chu Sheng's hand, her voice very soft: "You, oh you..."

Chu Sheng held her hand back and smiled.

"Will you treat me or not?"

Lin Wanqing didn't answer, but stood up and said to the people waiting at the door: "Everyone, today's free clinic ends here. Please come early tomorrow."

The crowd slowly dispersed.

A few people were still reluctant to leave, but were pulled away by others.

Lin Wanqing closed the door of the clinic, turned around, leaned against the door panel, and looked at Chu Sheng.

Her face was flushed with a faint blush, like peach blossoms in spring.

Chu Sheng walked over and looked down at her.

"How do you treat a heart ailment?" he asked.

Lin Wanqing bit her lip, reached out to hook her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him.

Chu Sheng wrapped his arms around her waist, responding to her.

The medicine shelves in the clinic were knocked over, and medicinal herbs were scattered all over the floor, but no one went to pick them up.

The two went from the front hall of the clinic to the back room, and from the back room to the bedroom.

Lin Wanqing's hair came undone, and her green robe fell away.

She leaned in Chu Sheng's arms, eyes closed, her breathing not yet fully calmed.

"Do you have to make such a fuss every time you come back?" she asked softly.

Chu Sheng said, "It's not a fuss; it's treating a heart ailment."

Lin Wanqing smiled and pinched him.

"Slick-tongued."

Chu Sheng took her hand and placed it on his heart.

"It's true. Every time I see you, this place feels much better."

Lin Wanqing didn't speak, just buried her face in his chest.

After a long while, she said in a muffled voice: "Then don't be away for too long."

Chu Sheng hugged her tighter and said alright.