After figuring out the current situation, Ji Changze made a choice from his mind, touched the wall, and relied on his ear power to find a cave and start practicing.
Previously, the original owner was asked to help with the treatment, but the original owner said he could not cure it.
The other party saw that he had no spiritual power, so the head of the family he was being helped by became angry and kicked out.
To be honest, the head of this family has such a good temper. He knew that he had been deceived for so many days and had been calling a mortal a fairy for so long. When he revealed the truth, he actually just kicked the person out instead of beating him up. He had a really bad temper. Is good.
However, it cannot be ruled out that the original owner's skin is really good at deceiving people.
Ji Changze dug a hole in the cave, took out a fire stick from his arms and lit a fire.
You deserve speed training.
After staying in the cave for three days, he succeeded... without developing any skills.
This is not a game that can be accomplished in three days. Even if he takes drugs, he will not be so fast. He is just experimenting one by one in the cave to see which of his skills can be used in this world.
It is impossible to improve one's strength in three days, but it is still possible to refine the medicine.
As for the lack of spiritual power in his body.
If you keep at it, you will always get by.
When the three days were up, Ji Changze put out the fire on the ground, found the elixir he had prepared inside, and went down the mountain.
He followed the route in the original owner's memory and walked straight to the gate of the big family he had used before.
This large family that was hosted by the original owner was the Xiyu family in Dandong.
To a mortal, it is a real big family, occupying a large area, having many clansmen, and being richest in the world, but compared to the immortal masters from the Eastern Continent, they are like ants.
Therefore, when the original owner stayed overnight, everyone in the family, from the owner to the servants, were polite to him.
But that was the past.
This so-called "immortal master" actually had no spiritual power. He couldn't even stop the darts thrown by their young master. He was kicked out by the clan leader. This matter had long spread throughout the Xiyu family.
The boy guarding the door was joking with another boy when he saw someone coming from a distance and stood up straight.
Before he could ask with a smile, he saw that the person in front of him had a white cloth on his face, fluttering fairy clothes on his body, and his black hair was tied up with a hosta. You can't help but feel awe when you look at it. It was the "immortal master" who was revealed to be a mortal before.
The two looked at each other, wondering why this "immortal master" who was so taciturn when he was a guest in the mansion could not see.
One of them saw Ji Changze going up the steps to come to the door. After hesitating for a few times, he stepped forward to stop him.
"Master Immortal, the master has said that you will not be allowed to come to our house. Please go elsewhere."
He didn't have a bad attitude, nor did he laugh at Ji Changze, a mortal pretending to be a cultivator. Although he was not as respectful as usual, he was still very polite and called him an immortal master.
This is the shrewdness of the original owner.
He knows what a cultivator represents to mortals, so he always puts on an airs. Even when it was revealed that he had no spiritual power, he did not show any panic on his face. Instead, he looked as if he was offended. He left here expressionlessly and without saying a word.
You could say he was guilty, or you could say he left in embarrassment.
But that good appearance, coupled with that attitude, can easily arouse fear in the hearts of mortals who dare not offend the cultivators.
I couldn't help but start thinking about it.
Is there any misunderstanding
This immortal master doesn't look guilty at all.
It seemed like he was too lazy to explain.
The original owner's bet was that they still had awe in their hearts and did not dare to retaliate against him. Facts have proved that he was right. Mortals did not dare to retaliate against him, even if he did not have any spiritual power in his body.
Coupled with the fact that the patriarch of the Xiyu family is really good at sex, this saved the original owner from a severe beating.
Ji Changze stopped, his eyes covered by white cloth were closed, like the original owner, his face had no expression, he could say a word but not two:
"Tell the head of the Xiyu family that I can save her."
In the past few days, the news about why the Immortal Master was driven away has spread throughout the whole mansion. Everyone also knows that the fake Immortal Master was driven away because the True Immortal Master came to stay temporarily in the mansion. Some of the True Immortal Masters thought they were injured. A young cultivator.
When Ji Changze said this, the boy understood.
He should have slapped the mortal Ji Changze in front of him hard and yelled, "You are still pretending," but for some reason, as soon as he came into contact with Ji Changze's blindfolded face, there was only one word left in his body:
Coward.
"Hey, please wait here. I will go into the house and inform the master right now."
After the boy finished speaking, he was about to enter the house. The boy standing there quickly grabbed him.
"Do you really want to report to the master? Didn't those immortal masters say that before? This immortal master has no spiritual power and is just a mortal."
The boy quietly pointed in the direction of Ji Changze and whispered: "Look at the Immortal Master, how does he look like a mortal?"
Hearing his words, another boy frowned slightly: "Those immortal masters all said that he is..."
His eyes fell on Ji Changze.
At this moment, a man in white clothes was standing there. Although his eyes were covered by white cloth, it did not hinder his appearance. His face was as white as jade and his outline was clear.
Her black hair was tied up with a hosta, and some strands of hair fell down on both sides of her forehead. Although a piece of the sleeve of the white clothes she was wearing was torn off, it didn't make people feel tattered at all, but it added a bit of wantonness out of thin air.
It happened that a breeze blew at this moment, and the white cloth tied behind the head floated slightly. This scene looked like a painting.
Boy: "..."
He was beginning to doubt himself now too.
Can a mortal have such a temperament? !
Can a mortal have such immortal energy all over his body
No matter whether he looks at it horizontally, vertically or up and down, this person is clearly an immortal master.
"Look, right? I was wondering if there is any misunderstanding. I heard that in the Eastern Continent, immortal masters with low cultivation levels cannot see the spiritual power of immortal masters with high cultivation levels."
"But don't immortal masters have body-protecting spiritual power? This has been with them since they started practicing, but the young master's darts can hit him..."
As soon as this question came up, the other boy had nothing to say.
"Well... Anyway, let's report it directly. Even if the master disappears, the immortal master will definitely not blame us."
"That's right, then go quickly."
Ji Changze stood far away, listening to the whispers they thought he couldn't hear.
After the discussion was over, one of the servants went into the house to report.
He was also patient and just stood there waiting.
It was also a coincidence that when the young man found the head of the Xiyu family, he was bringing a mortal doctor to treat the injured young monk.
This doctor was very famous in Dandong and could be called a famous doctor. However, when he entered the room, he saw the dying man lying on the bed, with only one leg and one arm left. Even though the blood on his face was carefully wiped clean, , there was still blood flowing out slowly, the girl still shook her head, looking embarrassed.
The woman who was sitting beside the bed, carefully wiping the sweat from the girl's forehead, saw disappointment in her eyes and gritted her teeth slightly.
The head of the Xiyu family quickly asked: "You are a famous doctor in Dandong, are you really at your wits' end? You don't want to cure this little immortal master, you just want to save his life."
The white-haired doctor shook his head: "Although I am famous, I am not a medical practitioner. I just have some experience in treating ordinary people. This little immortal master now has no legs and arms, and there is still a strange beast hidden in his body." The poison is really incurable."
The woman sitting next to the bed stood up suddenly and threw the handkerchief into the basin next to the bed:
"I've told you a long time ago that it's useless to look for mortals. We might as well return to the Eastern Continent with our thoughts on New Year's Eve. My master has a good relationship with Yuan Xiuzhenren. If we beg her, we might be able to save her."
A young disciple who also looked disappointed heard her words and said angrily:
"How are we going to bring her back to the Eastern Continent? Nian Nian is now unable to fly with a sword at all. The carriage was bumpy along the way. She will be dead by the time we get back."
The woman said: "That's better than staring at us here. Her injury can only be cured by medical practitioners. Most of the medical practitioners live in seclusion and are rare in the Eastern Continent. How can we find medical practitioners in Dandong? Let's go back She may still survive, but waiting here is really a dead end."
"A dead end? Who is it because of a dead end every year?" The young disciple's face became even more angry. He stood up and faced the woman: "If you hadn't pushed her, would she have been injured like this by a strange beast?!"
The woman was also angry: "I told you I didn't!"
"You have been targeting her along the way. I saw someone push her in with my own eyes. Who else could it be if it wasn't you!"
The young cultivators who were wearing the same clothes as the woman helped the woman start talking.
"What is the attitude of your True Fire Sect? Your own disciple was injured, which delayed our travel. Senior Sister Yan was kind enough to take her back to the Eastern Continent. You are ungrateful and you actually have the nerve to blame Senior Sister Yan."
"I think your Tianyun Sect bullied people too much. It was clearly this woman who pushed my junior sister, and now my junior sister has to take her back to the Eastern Continent even though she can't move. It's a long and tiring journey, and my junior sister can't bear it. "
"It's you who don't recognize good people's hearts!"
"You were the one who harmed people first!"
"It's you!"
"It's your fault!"
The disciples from the two sects who came out this time were all very young, and they started to quarrel while facing each other.
At the end of the quarrel, everyone drew their swords and looked like they were about to fight.
The head of the Xiyu family and the old doctor were so frightened that they took several steps back, fearing that these immortal masters would fight and implicate them, mortals.
In the end, Master Jingniansi, the only golden elixir monk present who was over 250 years old and an elder of the True Fire Sect, said with a gloomy face: "Okay."
"We're just staying at someone else's house, so what's it like to make such a fuss?"
As soon as he said these words, the disciples on both sides also remembered that there were mortals watching, and their expressions suddenly became sarcastic.
However, when the head of the Xiyu family heard what he said, he quickly flattered him and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Immortals, whatever you want, even if the house here is demolished, it will be a blessing for our Xiyu family."
All disciples: "..."
As soon as these words came out, they were even more embarrassed to fight.
Although Jing Niansi's master has just turned 250 years old this year, his appearance remains the same as when he was twenty-five years old. He looks like a somewhat stable young man.
His famous name is Linhai, the disciples in the sect call him Elder, and the other sects call him Linhai Zhenren.
Linhai has lived for two hundred and fifty years and has never had a disciple. This time he was very happy to meet Jing Niansi, a young disciple with a pretty good spiritual root when he went out.
After all, don’t all mortals value a good start
The first time he accepted a disciple, he received such a good spiritual disciple, and he would definitely not be much different in the future.
As a result, I had not been happy for a few days, and was just thinking about the old life of being supported by my apprentice after the age of five hundred, when the little apprentice ended up like this.
A fourteen-year-old child has lost one leg and one arm, her face is disfigured, and she is bleeding profusely. She is still a girl. Let’s not talk about how she will live after she survives. It’s just whether she can survive now. That's a problem.
Therefore, Linhai's mood has not been very good.
For the past three days, he had been sitting by his little disciple's bed, delivering spiritual power to her. He was exhausted himself, and he had to listen to these disciples chirping and arguing like birds. He almost wanted to sew their mouths shut.
But he can't.
If he could still get angry in his own sect and go out with a group of children, he would be the leader. He could only suppress his anger, take a deep breath, and force himself to be calm.
The spiritual power in his hand was constantly being transferred, and his eyes fell on Yan Xiangfeng next to him: "Nian Si's injury is a family matter of my Zhenhuo Sect. Thank you to the Tianyun Sect for stopping by to help these days. Since the Tianyun Sect We’re here for a trip, let’s just say goodbye today.”
He didn't use a discussion tone, but a direct affirmation tone.
Yan Xiangfeng liked her senior brother, and because of this, she became jealous and implicated Jing Nian Si. Now the disciples of Zhenhuo Sect said that they saw Jing Nian Si being pushed out with their own eyes, and the biggest suspect is Yan Xiangfeng.
After all, every one of their True Fire Sect disciples likes to think about the new year, and the younger junior sisters are shorter than the younger ones. The True Fire Sect is a well-known male regiment, and there are no female disciples among this generation of young juniors.
The youngest woman is still of the same generation as Ze Linhai. Now she finally has a junior sister. How could these young disciples harm her before they even like her
Even if it wasn't Yan Xiangfeng, the person who pushed Jingniansi was definitely from their Tianyun Sect. If a poisonous snake who harmed Jingniansi was followed by him, then Linhai would not be so stupid.
What if that person harms others again
Although Linhai's words are beautiful, he can sum it up in one sentence.
This is our own business and you don't have to worry about it. Please get out of here.
Although they are a small sect, they are not at the point where they have to kneel down and lick their disciples even if they are killed.
Yan Xiangfeng refused to leave.
"There are demonic cultivators raging around here. Although we, the disciples of Tianyun Sect, are not of high seniority, we are all in the fusion stage. Now that we are thinking about our injuries, it is not easy for you to rush. Why don't you come with us?"
She meant her words well, but because of her always tough way of speaking, she immediately made the disciples of the True Fire Sect even more angry.
"What do you mean? Although our True Fire Sect is a small sect, we don't even have a fusion device."
"It's obvious that you're the one who caused Nian Nian's harm, but now you're pretending to be doing it for our Nian Nian's good."
When the disciples of the True Fire Sect said this, the disciples of the Tianyun Sect also became angry.
"You are being unreasonable, Senior Sister Yan means well, do you have to misinterpret it like this!"
"What good intentions can she have towards Nian Nian? Didn't she target my junior sister before? Now that my junior sister has been harmed like this, she has come to pretend to be compassionate. I don't know if she has a guilty conscience or wants to stay and harm my junior sister."
Ze Linhai watched helplessly as a group of people quarreled again, the veins on his forehead twitching.
How about bringing the juniors out to make money, bah, training is a hard job. Each and every one of the kids has not fully grown up, their blood will explode at the first moment, and their cultivation level is not high, but their voices are quite high.
Seeing their noise getting louder and louder, Linhai really wanted to slam the table.
Fortunately, when the two sides were arguing fiercely, the boy outside the door ran in and stood far away quietly facing Qian Mi. Mi, for fear that the little immortal masters would fight and cause disaster to Chiyu. The head of the Xiyu family told Ji Changze that he was back. .
The head of the Xiyu family frowned: "He still dares to come back?"
"Yes, the servant at the gatekeeper said that the immortal... That liar kept saying that he could cure the little immortal master. Because he was so sure of his words, the gatekeeper did not dare to drive the person away directly, so he came in to report to you. Please make a decision."
What else to decide
The little immortal masters who were arguing in front of them were real immortal masters.
After all, they only lived here for three days and demolished five pavilions, three houses, and broke eighty-nine garden floor tiles.
Last time, two little immortal masters from different sects got into a fight over a disagreement. They were on the edge of the pond. I don't know whose move went wrong and hit the lake directly.
Afterwards, dead fish floated on the lake.
Although those fish were kept by the old family master for viewing rather than for eating and not for hunting, because of this incident, the two sects felt so sorry that they gave him Yujue. The Xiyu family master still thought it was a good deal.
The value of force is here, and even the head of the Xiyu family would not believe them if they said they were fake.
These little immortal masters have said that Ji Changze is fake, so it must be fake.
"Don't worry about him, he's just a liar. I didn't care about him, but he had the nerve to come to visit me again."
The boy nodded and was about to turn around and leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw these little immortal masters starting to fight again. He twitched his eyes and asked hesitantly in a low voice: "But he swore that he could cure the little fairy." Master, I was thinking, if he is really a fake and knows that there are real immortal masters here, how can he have the courage to deceive the immortal masters?"
The head of the Xiyu family thought the same thing. Just as he was hesitating, Ze Linhai, who was sitting next to him on the bed and wanted to throw all the chattering kids out of the room, twitched his ears slightly.
"Since he said it can be cured, let him do it."
The head of the Xiyu family was startled by his sudden words. He hesitated after hearing what he said: "But the little immortal masters said that he has no spiritual power, so he is a liar."
"It doesn't matter, let him try."
Anyway, this is how we think about the new year now, treating a dead horse like a living horse.
Seeing that Master Xian was speaking, the head of the Xiyu family also nodded and signaled the servant to go out and invite the person back.
The young man who had never been involved in the verbal fight between the two sects did not miss this scene. He shook his head with a sad expression and said to Ze Linhai: "Master, that man is a liar. He has no aura in his body. He is simply a mortal pretending to be a monk." How can you let him heal Nian Nian when he cheats on you by eating and drinking?"
Linhai didn't look at him, and said in a neither salty nor cool tone: "It doesn't work now, why not let that person try, anyway, it won't be worse than now."
After he finished speaking, he listened to the young man sigh again, without any fluctuation in his heart.
This young man is the son of the leader of the Tianyun Sect. He is tall, good-looking, and polite to everyone. He is only nineteen years old and has reached the early stage of his cultivation. He will definitely reach the golden elixir in less than ten years.
Logically speaking, such a junior should be very popular with his elders, but Linhai just couldn't like him.
First of all, when he was nineteen years old, he fell in love with Jingniansi, a girl who was only fourteen years old in the Eastern Continent. He started to pursue her directly.
And even after Jingniansi made it clear that she didn't like him and just wanted to practice and eat and drink, she still persisted in pursuing him.
As a master who pays homage to his years, Ze Linhai doesn't like him doing this very much.
Secondly, he kept saying that he liked Jingniansi, but he didn't pay any attention to Yan Xiangfeng, who was jealous because of his liking. He targeted Jingniansi in various ways. This kind of liking was too uneasy.
Finally, after Jingniansi was injured, Linhai had to guard the convoy to avoid being attacked by strange beasts. To input spiritual power into Jingniansi, only young disciples with low cultivation and limited spiritual power storage could come.
They will be very tired after typing for a while, so they can only rotate.
Along the way, all the disciples of the True Fire Sect were being transported in turns, and even some disciples of the Tianyun Sect were being transported, including Yan Xiangfeng, who was suspected of pushing the New Year Thoughts.
Love rivals are not stingy with this little spiritual power to save people, but he who always likes to pay tribute to the new year has never sent any spiritual power out.
But on the surface, he looked sad for what happened to Jingniansi.
Linhai didn't want to push anything, nor did he want to play a game of finding fault, but subconsciously he didn't like Wang Huli, the next generation leader of the Tianyun Sect.
Seeing that Linhai's attitude towards him was not very enthusiastic, Wang Huli's eyes flashed with displeasure, and then he hid it.
He looked down at the disfigured Niansi, who had lost one leg and one arm, his eyes full of coldness.
Jingniansi will definitely not survive for a few days.
What a pity for her pretty face.
But she had to blame herself. If she hadn't been ignorant and rejected his advances, it wouldn't be like this.
It was also her bad luck. He didn't want to kill her at first, but when he saw Yan Xiangfeng standing there, he pushed her. If Jing Niansi was suspicious, he would only doubt Yan Xiangfeng, so he just pushed her casually.
I originally thought it was just to scare her or disfigure her, but I didn't expect the alien beast to be so cruel.
Wang Huli felt guilty at first, but he soon calmed down.
Anyway, Jingniansi won't live long. As long as she dies, no one will know what he did. If the Zhenhuo Sect is to be blamed, it must be Yan Xiangfeng, not him.
Yan Xiangfeng insisted on staying to help these days, and Wang Huli agreed to stay just so that he could feel at ease watching Jingnian Si die.
He was already quite sure that Jing Nian Si would die.
With such a wound, let alone a mortal liar, even the real Yuan Xiu who Yan Xiangfeng said could not be saved.
He was full of confidence, and the young disciples on both sides were still arguing.
While they were arguing, a young disciple of the True Fire Sect suddenly came to his senses: "You are still cultivating here every year, aren't we disturbing her by arguing here?!"
Linhai rolled his eyes.
My little ancestors, you finally discovered it.
The young disciples of Tianyun Sect thought the same thing: "Okay! We won't disturb her, let's go out and make a noise!"
Then it is close to the sea; "..."
The two parties reached a consensus and went out the door noisily.
He watched helplessly as the head of the Xiyu family hurriedly called the boy at the door and whispered (but he was a Jindan monk so he could hear) and ordered:
"Hurry up and run in front of these little immortal masters. If there is anything valuable in front of them, hurry up and have it moved away. Also, fish fry have just fallen by the lake. Don't let the little immortal masters go there. That was bought at a huge price.”
The boy got the order and hurried off.
Then Linhai sighed deeply.
Look, what they have forced people into.
Shame on you.
Fortunately, not all the disciples lost their minds. At least Yan Xiangfeng and a fifteen-year-old disciple of the Zhenhuo Sect came back.
Then Linhai felt a little relieved in his heart.
Sure enough, there are still sensible children.
Then he saw the young disciple running up to him, looking at Wang Huli and Yan Xiangfeng warily, and whispered to himself: "Uncle, I just saw Yan Xiangfeng suddenly enter the room, she might want to do something to the younger junior sister. If something bad happens, we have to be careful."
When Yan Xiangfeng heard it, he exploded: "I told you it wasn't me!"
"It's not you or anyone else, but you are the only one who hates my junior sister!"
"Did you see me push her with your own eyes? Please provide evidence."
"Although I didn't see your face, I saw your hands. Who else would push my little junior sister besides you?"
"I told you I didn't!"
"If you're still pretending, that's you!"
Ze Linhai: "..."
He took a deep breath and glanced at the bed, which had long been covered with a soundproof cover.
Not angry, not angry.
He is a very stable, gentle elder who never gets angry.
Be as warm as spring when facing your juniors.
Yes, that's right.
Ji Changze arrived under such an environment.
The boy led the way, opened the door, and said to the head of the Xiyu family: "Master, the immortal master is here."
The people in the room were attracted, glanced over subconsciously, and then faced the blindfolded Ji Changze.
They were all stunned.
Weren't this man's eyes still fine three days ago
The head of the Xiyu family was also stunned. He hesitated about how he should treat Ji Changze, and finally decided to be polite.
"Master Immortal, what's wrong with your eyes?"
"It's nothing, it will get better after some time."
Ji Changze spoke, his voice was clear and cold, and it didn't sound cold at all. It was the kind of tone that was calm and had no ups and downs.
Then, under the sight of several pairs of eyes in the room, he walked steadily into the room, covered with a white cloth, and stood beside the bed where Jingniansi was lying.
Wang Huli glanced at him suspiciously, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Ji Changze's eyes, and found that he really didn't react at all. He felt the spiritual power in him again, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
The expression on his face was straight, and his words were righteous: "Master Xiyu, this person has no spiritual power at all, you should not call him an immortal master again."
Ji Changze turned slightly and said, "Didn't your elders teach you etiquette? Why would you do this if you know I'm blind?"
Wang Huli's expression froze and he withdrew his hand from Ji Changze's eyes.
"I'm sorry. It's just that you pretended to be a monk to deceive the head of the Xiyu family. Now I suspect that your blindness is also an act. I apologize for any offence."
The meaning of this is that Ji Changze deceived people first, and that's why he ignored etiquette.
The look on Ji Changze's face was still the same, and his words were brief: "How do you determine that I am a fake monk?"
Does this still require judgment
Can a monk without spiritual power still be called a monk
Wang Huli really wanted to slap Ji Changze in the face, but with so many people watching here, he still had to maintain his polite persona, so he could only curl his lips and tap Ji Changze's sleeve with the hilt of his sword.
"Cultivators all have body-protecting spiritual powers, but you don't."
There was a trace of ridicule in his tone: "The spiritual power of body protection is something that every cultivator will have when he first develops spiritual power. How can you be called a cultivator if you don't have the spiritual power of body protection?"
The blindfolded "monk" in white clothes sat accurately beside the bed.
The long and slender hands passed over the sky to pay tribute to the new year.
Wang Hu immediately saw that he had neither pinching skills nor spiritual power, which made him even more certain that he was just a mortal.
"Your Excellency, please stop pretending. You have no spiritual power in your body. Even a medical practitioner cannot have any spiritual power at all..."
His voice suddenly stopped.
Yan Xiangfeng also opened her eyes wide, and quickly took a few steps forward in surprise and disbelief, looking at the scene on the bed: "This, this..."
Everyone looked at Jingniansi on the bed, and were so shocked that they couldn't make a sound.
The whole place was silent, and all eyes fell on Ji Changze's men.
The head of the Xiyu family was even more shocked. He stretched out his hand in disbelief and pointed in the direction of the memorial ceremony. His words were trembling with excitement: "Arms, arms have grown... My mother..."
I saw where the hand brushed, a little starlight floated out of the air, and fell on the injured area of Jingniansi. The broken hand and short legs grew out bit by bit.
Some of the starlight fell on her disfigured face, and after a tentative touch, it slowly melted away, and the face that was originally full of ferocious scars returned to its original whiteness and softness.
This process is not long and is very slow.
Everyone held their breath and said nothing, watching as Ji Changze's hands reached above Jingniansi's feet.
The foot that had been swallowed up by the alien beast along with the leg also grew under the shining starlight.
Now Jingniansi's face has regained its exquisiteness, his hands and feet are intact, his complexion has even turned rosy, and his breathing is even.
Everyone's expressions were shocked, as if they had seen an impossible miracle.
But the expression on Miracle Maker Ji Changze's face remained calm. His eyes covered by white cloth did not even tremble, and he retracted his hand smoothly.
"alright."
With trembling hands, Linhai hurriedly stepped forward to check on the young disciple. After confirming that his condition had really stabilized and that he looked completely uninjured, he felt ecstatic and then excited.
"How, how can this be done? Even if you are practicing medicine in the Mahayana period, you cannot treat flesh and bones."
What he had always thought before was that it would be good if Jingniansi could save his life. As for his body, he could only practice hard and wait until he reached the Nascent Soul stage to see if he could dissipate his body and live with his Nascent Soul.
Unexpectedly, now, his little disciple's hands and feet have grown back under his nose.
Even Wang Huli, who was full of contempt for Ji Changze before, couldn't care less about being slapped in the face.
All he could think about was that if someone with such ability could join their Tianyun Sect, the Tianyun Sect would definitely be able to become one of the major sects.
Ji Changze stood up and made room for them to observe Jingniansi. However, after standing up, he shook his body and held on to the table as if he was unsteady.
"Hey, Immortal Master, Immortal Master, are you okay? Immortal Master."
The head of the Xiyu family simply ran over to help Ji Changze with weak legs. After helping him, he quickly began to repent: "I'm sorry, Master Xian. I was blind and ignorant before, and I wrongly blamed the Xian." Teacher, please don’t argue with me. I know I was wrong and I really can’t help myself.”
Ji Changze's lips turned white and he waved his hands slightly. His voice was still calm, but a little more weak: "Nothing."
Then Linhai noticed his weakness, stood up quickly, and saluted Ji Changze: "Thank you, Master, Master. You were fine just now. Now you are like this suddenly. Is it because you saved this disciple?"
"I'm fine."
After saying this coldly, the blind monk in white clothes coughed very "weakly".
This doesn't look like anything is going on at all.
Then Linhai said quickly: "Master, are you really okay? Did you use too much spiritual power just now? I still have some elixirs here, why don't you take them to replenish them?"
Ji Changze shook his head and refused, saying "very weakly", but his tone was still as calm as ever: "It's just a matter of our skills. You have to pay a price if you want to save people."
Linhai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
He said, how can a medical practitioner be so powerful, living dead human flesh and white bones? Even an ascended medical practitioner cannot do this.
Ji Changze's words made him understand.
"Could it be that Zhenren is a member of the Jingyi cultivator lineage?"
This line of medical practice is a legend in the Eastern Continent.
Other medical practitioners rely on spiritual power to save people.
This lineage of medical practitioners relies on their own unique methods to save people. Generally, if you want to save people, you have to sacrifice yourself. Of course, it is only a short-term sacrifice.
At first, the medical practitioner who founded this lineage just wanted to save his relatives but couldn't find a way. Later, he tried every means to come up with this method, sacrificing himself to save them.
This is completely unnatural behavior.
At that time, this kind of medical practice was the most popular. No matter how serious the injury was or how many diseases made other doctors scratch their heads, this kind of medical practice could cure it.
But soon, the drawbacks appeared.
Because they can save too much, but they have to sacrifice themselves, some people will come to this kind of medical practitioners to treat their illnesses when they are injured. The medical practitioners waste themselves on treating their illnesses, and slowly, they will die.
Later it was said that this lineage had no descendants and never appeared again.
In today's Eastern Continent, it has become a bedtime story.
Linhai grew up listening to this bedtime story.
Seeing Ji Changze like this now, he immediately concluded that Ji Changze was a medical practitioner of this lineage.
Then, Ze Linhai's eyes fell on Ji Changze's eyes covered with white cloth.
I wasn't blind before, but I am blind now.
It was fine before, but now I can't see it.
He was shocked: "Could it be that you paid the price of blindness to cure my disciple?"
Ji Changze reached out and touched the cloth over his eyes.
Look, this is not enough.
His voice was cold and distant: "It has nothing to do with you."
With this look, it's obviously related.
The more Ji Changze is like this, the more certain Linhai is.
He was filled with gratitude, guilt, and admiration.
Donating kindness to others without repaying it; doing good deeds without leaving a name.
This cultivator is so selfless and noble!