**Chapter 381: Do You Even Know Medicine?**
Bai Feng couldn’t help but think that Tian Yan was getting lazier by the day. Instead of sweating and grinding through her cultivation, she just wanted to rely on others. At this rate, how was she supposed to be a good Holy Maiden Tian Yan?
After his little rant, he called out to Bai Yu Mo and the others, “Let’s pick up the pace! We need to find out what this opportunity really is!”
Meanwhile…
A pale-skinned, bald cultivator stood outside a medicine garden. His expression was a mix of gloom and disdain—he had tagged along with a bunch of big shot sect members who seemed laid-back, but were overly cautious in their actions. They were practically glued together, and he couldn’t find an opportunity to sneak in.
‘These hypocritical fools!’
If he’d known they were going to be this timid, he would’ve picked a different target.
But then he thought about the rich spirit power emanating from these big shot sect disciples and couldn’t help but lick his lips. He was curious about the taste of these prominent cultivators—must be delicious.
Unfortunately for them, their luck was about to run out. Once they entered the medicine garden, these careful disciples would likely split up, and that would be his golden opportunity.
He also sensed the fragrant aroma of herbs wafting from the garden, drawing more cultivators in. Sure, more people could mean danger, but it was also a great opportunity—if he could feast on the cultivators here, he would definitely break through to the Void Refining stage. And then… heh heh, hehehe!
Imagining his glorious future made him chuckle, but he quickly covered his mouth to stifle the sound, his body still shaking with suppressed laughter.
Once he calmed down, he donned a black outfit that wrapped around him like a burrito, leaving only his murky eyes visible. After preparing himself, he stepped inside with all the grace of a sloth.
Just moments after he entered the medicine garden, Shi Tou suddenly stirred beside him.
“What was that just now? Quite the unique specimen, I must say.”
Shi Tou popped two eyes out of thin air, peering in the direction the man had gone. Something about that guy felt off, especially with his twitchy, erratic behavior. He had to be a demon cultivator gone wrong, showing signs of a bit of a mental breakdown.
This kind of demon cultivator was the most dangerous—his rationality and emotions were as stable as a tightrope walker on a windy day. Who could predict what such a cornered and crazed demon might do next?
“Could he be the notorious demon cultivator known for his cruelty?”
Suddenly, Shi Tou grew serious, realizing he was merely waiting for a friend from his sect’s formation master at the garden gate and now stumbled into this mess.
“Oh no, I need to warn my seniors! They must be careful!”
With that thought, he quietly rose. In the next instant, a two-meter-tall rock sprouted two legs and took off like a shot, disappearing from sight faster than a cat with a cucumber.
…
Bai Feng looked up at the medicine garden ahead, feeling a nagging sensation.
It seemed the fellow who got his hands on the divine finger had indeed entered the garden. Which was a relief—he was worried that guy might run off if he stayed outside.
He couldn’t help muttering, “I can’t believe it’s actually a medicine garden…”
“By the way, after all this time, are there still herbs left inside?” Yun Yue Yao asked, glancing at the garden.
“The garden has an array to maintain it. Though it’s a bit dusty, it’s still operational, so there should still be some living herbs inside,” Bai Feng said after tuning into his divine sense.
He then turned to Yun Yue Yao, recalling her earlier concerns about her slow cultivation progress. If he could find suitable herbs in the garden, it might help improve her condition.
Though he wasn’t exactly a genius in the healing arts, he had the system-provided 《Medical Skills》 and had picked up a thing or two along the way.
Unfortunately, medicine primarily focuses on healing rather than crafting pills to help with cultivation, which limited his options. Thankfully, he could always ask Lin Yan for help with pill refining—so it wasn’t the end of the world.
Now, if he managed to cure Yun Yue Yao’s frailness, maybe she wouldn’t cling to him every night, right?
“Let’s go in and see if there are any useful herbs,” Bai Feng decided, shaking off his wild thoughts and stepping toward the garden.
“Leave this to me! I’ve dabbled in medicine and know a bit about herbs,” Yun Yue Yao nodded.
“You know medicine?” Bai Feng blinked in surprise, suddenly piecing things together. After all, she hadn’t been able to cultivate due to her innate deficiencies when she was younger. The Tian Yan Sword couldn’t fix her body directly, so during her recovery process, she had obviously interacted with various herbs and medicinal knowledge.
“Just a bit. After being sick for so long, I’ve learned to recognize grass, at least,” she smirked, her lips curling up.
“Um… I have something for you later,” Bai Feng said, stroking his chin, clearly planning to hand over his 《Medical Skills》 to her.
“What is it?” Yun Yue Yao asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.
“You’ll find out once we get to the garden,” he teased, leaving her hanging.
“Come on, spill the beans! Otherwise, I’m going to be on edge!”
But Yun Yue Yao was persistent. She clung to Bai Feng’s arm, nagging him with playful banter.
From her smirk, it was clear she wasn’t concerned about the actual gift—she was simply enjoying teasing him.
Next to them, Bai Yu Mo pieced together Bai Feng’s plans, especially since her sister’s eyes had been healed by him.
But deep down, she felt a twinge of apprehension.
After all, she had no special talents in pill refining or formations. Aside from swordsmanship, her only other skills were cooking and learning massage techniques just to get close to Bai Feng. Now that she no longer needed the excuse to get closer, she hadn’t done any massaging recently.
Should she pick up the massage again? After all, she felt Bai Feng had quite the fondness for it.
…
“Ke ke, finally caught a break!”
The ghastly pale, bald man spat out a mouthful of bl**d while his arm flopped uselessly at his side, covered in cuts and slashes.
But instead of crying out in pain, he gazed with rapture at the heart he held in his hands.
What a sight! So beautiful and powerful, truly worthy of a disciple of the Refining God Sect.
Eating it not only meant healing his wounds but also boosting his cultivation!
As the man prepared to devour the heart, the disciple from the Refining God Sect lay still on the ground nearby, unable to move. A massive hole gaped in the left side of his chest, his wide eyes reflecting disbelief, fury, and a hint of regret.
It was unclear whether he regretted underestimating the demon or lamented straying from the group due to a moment’s greed—most likely a combination of both.
