3: Chapter 3: Character Card: Wang Chan

Another half a year passed. During this time, Zhao Changsheng became quite familiar with his two Junior Brothers.

Not only did he guide them in their respective Cultivation Techniques, but he also taught them medical skills.

He even included some modern medicine from his previous life, such as surgical procedures like opening the abdomen.

After watching once and vomiting for three days, Zhang Tie completely gave up and stopped learning it, focusing instead on his Elephant Armor Skill.

Han Li, on the other hand, watched with great interest and even took the initiative to ask for advice.

He asked how to perform such procedures—dissections—without the other person feeling any pain!

It wasn't for killing, but for saving lives.

Also, how could one prevent a person from dying of infection after the dissection?

Zhao Changsheng answered all of these questions one by one without hiding anything.

At the same time, he understood even better why Han Li would eventually become the Old Devil.

Just as Zhao Changsheng was preparing to teach Han Li the next stage...

Mo Juren returned!

Upon his return this time, his face was even more sallow and aged than before; even his aura had become extremely listless, as if he might lose his life at any moment.

Seeing Mo Juren in such a state, the one most worried and concerned was Zhang Tie.

As for Zhao Changsheng and Han Li, they began preparing medicine to help alleviate and treat Mo Juren's body.

Meanwhile, Zhao Changsheng added something he had researched himself into the medicine.

Although it might be discovered, even if it were, no one besides him would know its purpose.

This was because it was something he created using memories from his previous life; it was something that absolutely shouldn't exist in this world.

For this reason, Zhao Changsheng also didn't know if it would actually be effective.

After Mo Juren took the medicine prepared by the two Senior and Junior Brothers, his body seemed to relax a lot.

At the same time, he gave the Medicinal Pills he had brought back to the two brothers, one portion each.

However, Zhao Changsheng received more.

As for Zhang Tie, all he received were a few instructions and some words of guidance.

But Zhang Tie was not at all angry; instead, he was the happiest upon seeing that his Revered Master was fine.

Zhao Changsheng took the Medicinal Pills Mo Juren gave him back to his room, but he did not consume them, setting them aside instead.

He could basically confirm that Mo Juren wouldn't put anything harmful in the pills, but just to be safe, he still didn't take them.

Nevertheless, half a month later, he still told Mo Juren some good news.

“Thank you for the Spirit Pill, Revered Master. This Disciple has successfully achieved a Breakthrough to the fourth layer.”

Upon hearing this news, an unhealthy flush of red suddenly surged onto Mo Juren’s originally sallow face, and he became incredibly excited.

“Good, good, good, that's wonderful! As expected of the person I chose, you truly haven't disappointed me. This is wonderful, simply wonderful.”

Hearing these words, a card appeared in Zhao Changsheng's hand; this was the character card he had chosen to draw.

Simultaneously, information about the character appeared in his mind.

[Character: Wang Chan. Identity: Young Lord of the Ghost Spirit Sect of the Tianluo Kingdom. Realm: Foundation Establishment Mid-stage. Grade: White].

After finishing receiving the character information, a look of surprise and then joy flashed across Zhao Changsheng's face.

The surprise was because the character he drew was actually from this world; he wondered if the person would recognize him when they met in the future.

The joy was that it was a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Cultivator. But even as a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Cultivator, the grade was still only White. This made him even more curious about what kind of characters he could draw from the remaining color Ranks.

But now, he was completely at ease.

With the help of such a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Cultivator, let alone one Mo Juren, even if the entire Seven Mysteries Sect were to be destroyed, it would be a matter of a single thought. He didn't need to worry about his safety at all.

So, he very patiently listened to the life experiences Mo Juren was fabricating.

“Does Revered Master mean that in two days, this Disciple can help you resolve the chronic illness in your body?”

After listening, Zhao Changsheng also showed a happy expression, asking even though he knew the answer.

“Correct, you are right. Once I have prepared everything, we can begin. When the time comes and I have resolved my chronic illness, I will immediately take you, Han Li, and Zhang Tie back to the Frightened Dragon Association. I will directly establish you as the Young Lord, and my three daughters will all be yours. After I pass away, you will be the next Association Leader.”

Mo Juren began to paint a rosy picture while concealing the look of intense excitement and greed on his face.

“Thank you, Revered Master. This Disciple understands. I will certainly do my utmost to help Revered Master resolve the chronic illness and help Revered Master recover to your original state.”

Zhao Changsheng acted as if he hadn't seen those expressions, his face also showing a look of extreme excitement as he made his promise.

He seemed incredibly happy and excited about all of this, unable to contain himself.

It was just like someone in his previous life winning a five-million-dollar jackpot!

“Then go and prepare. Get some good rest. I also need to prepare thoroughly to avoid any mistakes.”

“This Disciple understands. However, I would like to introduce a good friend to Revered Master.”

Just as Mo Juren was dismissing him, Zhao Changsheng spoke up about what he intended to do, his face still covered in smiles.

“A friend? What friend? Could it be a Disciple of the sect? Does he have some business?”

Hearing Zhao Changsheng's words, Mo Juren wasn't worried; instead, he showed a hint of surprise and followed up with questions.

“He is not a Disciple of the sect, but a friend I just recently met.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Changsheng flicked his palm to his side. Instantly, accompanied by a surge of black, eye-piercing light, a figure appeared beside Zhao Changsheng before Mo Juren could even react.

It was a slender young man wearing a silver evil ghost mask.

It was none other than the Young Lord of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Wang Chan!

Before Mo Juren could say anything after his shock, he heard Zhao Changsheng point at him and issue an order.

“Kill him. Leave the corpse intact!”

Six simple words, spoken in a cold tone devoid of any emotion.

Before his voice had even faded, Wang Chan had already moved, and his method was very simple.

He lightly raised his hand and pointed a finger toward Mo Juren.

Instantly, a streak of blood-colored mist shot out from his fingertip, transforming into a blood-mouthed evil ghost with bared fangs and brandished claws that whistled toward Mo Juren.

In an instant, it enveloped Mo Juren, making him disappear from sight.

Not a single sound was heard. After the evil ghost vanished, a corpse appeared on the ground—completely devoid of life, yet with every hair and whisker perfectly intact.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Changsheng gained a clear understanding of the terror of high-level Cultivators; Mo Juren was killed with just a single finger.

Mo Juren was truly like an ant. While this left him feeling relieved, it also made him even more expectant of the path of immortal cultivation.

Because he knew that with his Golden Finger, he would definitely have endless possibilities in the future.