Chapter 61: Little Medicine Fairy!

“Hey, young man, may I ask where we are right now?” Having left the Xiao family and entered a forest-like area, he spotted a man and called out to him.

Using the system all the time gets dull; experiencing life as an ordinary person is rather enjoyable. It's best to maintain an air of mystery.

“You look unfamiliar—must be your first time here. This is Greenhill Town,” the man explained, glancing at Qian Mo.

“Greenhill Town? This is actually Greenhill Town?” Qian Mo mused quietly.

“Do you happen to know Little Doctor Immortal?” he asked again.

“Little Doctor Immortal? Of course I know her. She’s our town’s doctor—I’ve even been treated by her. She’s wonderful,” the man laughed, reminiscing.

“Then take me to see her, I have business with her as well,” Qian Mo said.

“Are you here to seek treatment too?” the man asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Yes. I heard there’s a good doctor here, so I came to be treated,” Qian Mo replied, not wanting to waste words, simply stating his purpose.

“Follow me, then,” the man said, beckoning him to walk along.

Soon, after passing through a thicket, they arrived at a small town.

There were many people here, most of them queuing to see Little Doctor Immortal.

“Quite a crowd,” Qian Mo remarked.

“Indeed! Our doctor here is famous. Everyone comes to see her, and the prices are reasonable,” the man said proudly, glancing at Qian Mo.

“Yes, that’s true. Let’s go,” Qian Mo agreed, his tone calm.

This was the Ten-Thousand Medicines Village. At a glance, the clinic wasn’t too large, nor too small—just passable.

Up to now, Qian Mo hadn’t witnessed any disturbances. According to the original story, the Wolfhead Mercenary Group would return and stir up trouble, but perhaps the time hadn’t come yet; after all, the plot wouldn't begin for another three years.

“Next!” a woman’s voice called out.

It happened to be Qian Mo’s turn.

“It’s my turn,” he said calmly.

“Brother, it’s your turn—hurry on in,” the man patted Qian Mo’s back.

“Mm,” Qian Mo replied, not bothering further, and walked toward the entrance of a room.

“Come in,” a clear female voice rang out from within.

Qian Mo entered, looking around. There was only one woman—no, a girl. She must be Little Doctor Immortal.

“Hello, do you have any issues?” she asked.

“You must be Little Doctor Immortal, I suppose?” Qian Mo inquired.

“Yes.”

With a wave of his hand, Qian Mo sealed the room—a gesture he didn’t hide and which the girl noticed.

“Sir, may I ask why you’ve come?” she asked, a hint of worry in her tone.

“No one can overhear us now, Little Doctor Immortal,” Qian Mo said coolly.

“I’m just a humble girl; I don’t understand your meaning,” she replied steadily, though inwardly anxious.

“Do you wish to control your Calamity Poison Body?” Qian Mo walked over and sat down, speaking calmly.

“You—you know about my Calamity Poison Body?” she was terrified, retreating until she bumped into the table, her voice trembling.

“No need to be afraid. I’m not here to harm or capture you, but to help you. You cannot hide anything from me. Just tell me—do you want control?” Qian Mo reassured her, looking at her panic-stricken face.

“I do, of course, but... the Calamity Poison Body is considered a scourge. Everyone tries to kill those who have it. Why do you wish to help me?” she asked, her mood despondent.

“Hmph! Scourge? That’s what short-sighted people say. Cultivation itself doesn’t distinguish between good and evil; only the human heart does. What helps others is good; harming others isn’t necessarily evil nor necessarily good,” Qian Mo first scoffed, then spoke calmly.

“I can help you fully control the Calamity Poison Body, or even extract it, so you can be the doctor you wish to be. But I must warn you: lacking power is never a good thing.”

His words startled her, and she murmured, “Cultivation has no good or evil—only the heart distinguishes right from wrong.”

“Have you thought it through?” Qian Mo asked again, gently.

“I have, sir. I want to fully master the Calamity Poison Body. Please help me,” she said, resolute.

“No, I cannot help you,” Qian Mo replied.

“Why? Why not?” she asked anxiously.

“You’re not related to me in any way. Why should I help you?” he said.

She thought for a moment, her cheeks flushing red. “Do you mean you want me to serve you? But... I’m still a child!”

Her eyes reddened, nearly in tears.

Pfft!

“Ahem!” Qian Mo cursed inwardly—what nonsense! Did she really think he was that depraved? Was she imagining him as some monster?

“Scoundrel! You’re so young, is your mind filled with such thoughts?” Qian Mo scolded.

Her cheeks reddened further, more than an apple. “I’d never think that!” she protested, hands covering her face. “Then what do you mean, sir?”

“Ahem! If you want my help to control the Calamity Poison Body, then you must become my disciple!” Qian Mo coughed, putting his hand forward.

“Ah! So it’s apprenticeship. I thought...”

“Thought what? Hmm? At your age, you should be learning, not thinking about such things. If I wanted something from you, I wouldn’t need your permission,” Qian Mo said.

“Alright, let’s return to the main point,” he continued.

“Are you willing to accept me as your master?” he asked seriously.

Without hesitation, she knelt before Qian Mo. “Master, please accept three bows from your disciple!”

Bow.

Bow.

Bow.

“Good. Now you are my disciple. Rest assured—no one will bully you as long as I am here,” Qian Mo said gently, helping her up.

“Mm, mm,” she replied softly.

“Now that you’re my disciple, prepare your things. Tomorrow, you’ll leave here with me,” Qian Mo instructed.

“Yes, master,” she agreed.

Qian Mo then lifted the barrier; outside, the noise was loud.

“Someone, break down this place for me!” a man shouted furiously.

“That wouldn’t be wise, Young Wolf,” another protested.

Indeed, this was Young Wolf from the Wolfhead Mercenary Group, who had been pursuing Little Doctor Immortal for some time.

“What’s all this racket? It’s deafening,” Qian Mo said, as he and his disciple emerged from the room.

“You damned whore, no wonder you ignore me. Turns out you’ve been hiding a pretty boy at home. Listen, you little pretty boy, if you know what’s good for you, get out of here. Otherwise, you’ll die!” Young Wolf spat venomously, pointing at them with murderous intent.

Little Doctor Immortal trembled at his words. “Shut up…”

Qian Mo’s face darkened, his mood gloomy. No one had dared speak to him like this in ages—this brat was the first. His good mood had been ruined by the boy’s foolishness.

Young Wolf felt a chill run down his spine under Qian Mo’s gaze.

“Kid, do you know who I am? My father leads the Wolfhead Mercenary Group. If you cross me, you’re dead! Today, you won’t leave Greenhill Town—or rather, you won’t even step out of Ten-Thousand Medicines Village!” Young Wolf played his trump card, threatening them outright.

“Looks like trouble’s brewing again. This guy is quite handsome, but he’s foolish to provoke Young Wolf—truly unaware of his own limits.”

“Exactly, exactly,” others murmured, watching the scene unfold.

“Master…” Little Doctor Immortal clutched Qian Mo’s hand, worried for him.

“Hmph, just a bunch of clowns. I only came here to look around, in good spirits. But since you’re courting death, don’t blame me. My hands haven’t touched blood in a while,” Qian Mo said lightly, though his gaze was anything but mild.

The crowd shuddered at his glance, feeling as if a tide of beasts pressed down on them, leaving them gasping for breath.

“You… don’t get cocky. I’ll go get reinforcements right now!” Young Wolf said, turning to flee.

“Did I say you could leave? Not only you—all who are involved, I’ll kill them,” Qian Mo said calmly.

His words seemed casual, but others felt anything but calm.

“Ha! How arrogant!” Young Wolf retorted.

“Take him down! He’s bluffing—don’t be afraid, kill them both!” Young Wolf ordered his men.

“Kill him! Chop up that pretty boy!”

“Aah!” The mob, wielding knives and unleashing battle energy, charged at Qian Mo.

“Master—” Little Doctor Immortal’s face turned deathly pale. Was she destined to die here?

“Ah, how little faith you have in your master! I told you—they’re ants, and ants are nothing, whether singly or in a swarm,” Qian Mo shook his head. The girl didn’t trust him!

No more words—action would speak.

Qian Mo extended his hand slightly, murmuring, “Eradicate.”

Bang!

Instantly, the charging mob exploded—blood splattered everywhere. With another wave of his hand, Qian Mo vanished all traces of blood, leaving the ground as if nothing had happened.

This sight shook the crowd; they collapsed, legs trembling, faces drained of color.

“Master… so strong!” Little Doctor Immortal exclaimed, astonished by how her teacher’s mere gesture wiped out the enemy without a trace.

“Demon… a demon!” Young Wolf lay sprawled on the ground, powerless, crying out.

He was so terrified his legs had no strength left.

Qian Mo walked over.

“Sir, spare me! I was blinded and spoke foolishly,” Young Wolf pleaded, desperately begging for mercy.

“Help… help—” Young Wolf’s mind was shattered, and he begged pitifully.

“Oh? Well, Young Wolf, didn’t you just say you’d kill me? Didn’t you forbid me from leaving here? Why are you so cowardly now?” Qian Mo mocked, pursing his lips.

“No, no, I was ignorant, failed to recognize your greatness—it’s my fault. Please let me go, I’ll never be arrogant again,” Young Wolf whimpered.

To kill with a wave of the hand—even his father couldn’t do that. The blood vanished, and the man had only lifted his hand twice—

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(End of chapter)