65: Medicine Man (Thirteen)

Outside the mountain gate of Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven, a young man had been kneeling for a long time.

His name was Tang Yiliang, and he came from a small Family in an Imperial Dynasty.

He was the third son of that small Family's patriarch.

At this moment, his clothes were tattered, he was covered in blood, and his aura was withered to the extreme.

He had originally been Trash, looked down upon in his Family, but through his own efforts, he had risen step by step and joined a powerful Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land.

However, because he offended a Prodigy within the Sect during a struggle for an Opportunity, he was severely injured and expelled.

But he had not come to Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven to seek a Medicinal Pill from Si Yun for himself.

He did not care about these injuries.

What he cared about was his father.

His father, the patriarch of a small Family, was now on the verge of death for standing up for him, and urgently needed a ninth-grade Medicinal Pill to sustain his life.

A ninth-grade Medicinal Pill.

Only a Great Pill Emperor could refine it.

Looking at the entire Western Desert, a Great Pill Emperor was incredibly rare.

He had visited every Great Pill Emperor he could find, but the answer he received was, without exception, a refusal.

No one was willing to offend another Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land with deep foundations for the sake of a nobody.

Furthermore, the Medicinal Pill itself was extremely difficult to refine, and no one had full confidence.

The Pill Emperor Yun of Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven was his last hope.

This Alchemy genius who shook the Western Desert, the sole successor of Divine Alchemist Mo, was the last straw he could grasp.

He had knelt for a full month, yet the mountain gate of Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven remained tightly shut.

"Hey, look, that kid is still kneeling."

"He really doesn't know what's good for him. Junior Martial Uncle Yun is in seclusion refining a critical Medicinal Pill; who would dare to disturb him?"

"Exactly. To offend Wenhun Grotto-Heaven for the sake of a dying man? Our Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven wouldn't make such a losing deal."

Several passing Disciples of Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven pointed at Tang Yiliang, their words filled with mockery and disdain.

In their eyes, Tang Yiliang's actions were ridiculously stupid.

Tang Yiliang turned a deaf ear to these words. He just stared fixedly at that massive mountain gate, his cracked lips opening and closing, silently repeating two things.

"Tang Yiliang of the Tang Family, Tianluo Imperial Dynasty."

"Begging Pill Emperor Yun to bestow the medicine!"

Time passed day by day.

Half a month later.

Tang Yiliang, who had been kneeling like a statue, suddenly moved.

He slowly stood up.

His movements were very slow, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He didn't look at the mountain gate again, just turned around, dragging his broken body, and walked step by step into the distance.

In his eyes, there was no longer the initial hope and stubbornness.

Only a grey darkness remained.

He no longer needed it.

Just a short while ago, he had received a message from his Family.

His father had not been able to hold on and had already died.

Recalling when he was still Trash, facing the ridicule of the outside world, it was his father who had always encouraged him.

"Little San, don't be afraid. You can definitely do it."

Recalling that day when he was humiliated by having his engagement broken in public, only his father had stood up.

"This engagement is not worth keeping! But remember this, it was my Family's Little San who dumped you."

Recalling after he was severely injured and thrown out of the Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land, he returned to the Family dying like a dead dog.

His father's fury, and how he had gone alone to the Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land to demand an explanation for him.

"This Wenhun Grotto-Heaven is too bullying! Little San, Father will go and get an explanation for you right now!"

His father, Tang Hao, was only at the Spirit King Realm, as small as an ant in front of the massive Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land.

The young man's figure stretched long in the sunset's afterglow, eventually disappearing at the end of the mountain path.

But a seed of hatred had already been quietly planted in his heart.

A few more days passed.

Deep inside Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven, the stone door of a secret chamber opened with a boom.

Si Yun walked out, feeling refreshed.

He had gained a great deal from this seclusion. Not only had he successfully refined a batch of Medicinal Pills that were highly beneficial to his cultivation, but he had also gained some insights during the Alchemy process, feeling that he was one step closer to the Pill Ancestor Realm.

But he was completely unaware of what had happened outside the mountain gate earlier.

Just as he was preparing to return to his Immortal Cave to consolidate his cultivation, he inadvertently heard the chatter of several Grotto-Heaven Disciples.

"You didn't see it; when that kid finally stood up, his eyes were like a dead man's."

"Kneeling for half a month, he can be considered a persistent fool."

"What a pity. Persistence can't be eaten as food. His father is already dead; what is he still seeking medicine for?"

"Hahahaha, what a joke."

Si Yun stopped in his tracks.

He frowned slightly and walked forward.

"What are you talking about?"

The Disciples turned pale with fright when they saw Si Yun and hurriedly bowed in salute.

"Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle Yun!"

"Nothing much, just talking about a kid who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth who came to seek medicine a few days ago."

A Disciple said with a fawning smile.

Si Yun became a little interested.

"Oh? Tell me about it."

The Disciples dared not hide anything and hurriedly recounted Tang Yiliang's story as a joke, adding their own embellishments.

After listening, Si Yun just nodded indifferently.

He felt somewhat helpless inside.

This child certainly had heart and persistence.

If not for the fact that he was at a critical moment in Alchemy and could not be disturbed by the outside world, it wouldn't have hurt to help him.

"I heard that kid is quite interesting too. It seems he came from a small Family in some corner of an Imperial Dynasty."

Another Disciple, in order to curry favor with Si Yun, took the initiative to reveal more.

"Is that so?" Si Yun replied casually.

"Isn't it! I heard he used to be Trash, and even had his engagement broken by his fiancée in public."

"As a result, who knows what kind of dog-shit luck he had, he suddenly rose up, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he turned around and slapped the faces of all those who looked down on him."

"That fiancée of his, her intestines turned green with regret!"

"Later, he entered Wenhun Grotto-Heaven and also advanced triumphantly, but he didn't have eyes and provoked someone he shouldn't have..."

"Now he has become a cripple again."

Si Yun had naturally heard of Wenhun Grotto-Heaven; it was considered one of the best Grotto-Heaven Blessed Lands in the Western Desert.

Two years ago, a powerhouse at the Grotto-Heaven Realm from Wenhun Grotto-Heaven had even come to ask him to refine a Medicinal Pill...

But the more Si Yun listened, the stranger the expression on his face became.

Born from a small Family.

Engagement broken by fiancée.

Trash rises, face-slapping everyone.

This experience... why does it sound so familiar?

A thought uncontrollably popped into his mind.

"This young man..."

"Why does he feel like a child of destiny?"