In the city of Jinyang, within the residence of the city lord, in a dimly lit room, Qian Gui, wearing a red devil mask, suddenly trembled all over.

It seemed like he sensed something and turned his head to look at his right hand. His palm had inexplicably fallen off and dropped to the ground, turning into a pile of rotting flesh emitting a pungent smell.

“In this small city of Jinyang, there’s actually such a formidable expert. It seems that the person and the item we are looking for might be here. I didn’t expect that, after casually consuming a few people, there would be such an unexpected surprise,” a chilling voice came from beneath the red devil mask.

At that moment, urgent footsteps could be heard outside the house. City lord Ye Heng was sweating profusely, “Sir, it’s bad news. One of the three corpse puppets you gave me earlier disappeared inexplicably while tracking Qin Feng.”

“Where did it disappear?” Qian Gui asked.

“It disappeared outside a bookstore in the city called Listen To Rain Pavilion. Qin Feng often goes there to read,” Ye Heng replied truthfully.

Qian Gui didn’t say much upon hearing this. He just said, “You’ve worked hard.”

“It’s my honor to share your worries, sir,” Ye Heng replied respectfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, several flesh tendrils emerged from beneath Qian Gui’s right sleeve, wrapping tightly around Ye Heng’s neck, making it harder and harder for him to breathe.

“Senior, what are you doing?” Ye Heng’s face turned red, struggling to breathe. He couldn’t understand why he was being attacked when he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I’m sorry, I have some things I want to know, and I think it’s better to investigate them myself rather than relying on what you say,” Qian Gui said casually.

With a cracking sound, Ye Heng’s head tilted, and he breathed his last breath. The flesh and blood on his body were continuously sucked by the long tendrils, and Qian Gui’s right palm reformed once again.

Not long after, only a pile of human skin was left on the ground.

Qian Gui’s long gray-white hair swirled, and beneath the devil mask, there was intense trembling. After a long time, he calmed down. It seemed he had digested Ye Heng’s memories. He sneered, “Those cunning old foxes from Heavenly City.”

Looking at the pile of human skin on the ground, Qian Gui snapped his fingers. Behind his large black and white robe, chunks of flesh wriggled and fell to the ground, slowly crawling into the human skin.

In less than a moment, a vibrant and alive city lord appeared before him.

“Go,” Qian Gui ordered.

“Ye Heng” saluted and left.

Meanwhile, on the way from Heavenly City to Jinyang City, some lumberjacks from the mountains decided to take a shortcut and didn’t follow the usual path.

One of them suddenly pointed to the edge of the forest in surprise, “Hey, look, what’s on the ground?”

Curious, they approached and saw scattered clothes all over the ground, at least a dozen pieces, but no sign of a person.

Thunk!

One of them stepped on something hard. He lowered his head and saw a piece of white bone with some dark red pieces of flesh still attached to it.

“Could these be human bones?!” the man exclaimed in horror.

The eerie atmosphere at the scene made it easy to guess that the owner of these clothes must have encountered something terrible while traveling, resulting in the fate of disappearing without a trace.

Terrified, the group turned pale and hurried back home, forgetting about chopping wood.

Tang Hongyun in Heavenly City didn’t know that the assassins he sent hadn’t even reached Jinyang City before they met their demise.

Night was falling at the Qin residence, in the Pavilion by the Lake.

Today, Lan Ningshuang seemed different from before. Her right hand gripped the hilt of the sword, her expression conflicted, wanting to speak but hesitating.

“What’s wrong?” Liu Jianli sensed the unsettled emotions of the swordsman beside her and asked casually.

“Miss, can you guide me in my cultivation?” Lan Ningshuang took a deep breath and spoke these words with determination.

“Why?”

“I want to protect the young master, but I can’t with my current abilities.” Her tone was somewhat annoyed.

Liu Jianli didn’t react, seemingly lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, a fish jumped out of the lake, splashing water and breaking the silence.

The sword sheath trembled slightly.

“Draw your sword.”

“Alright, Miss.” Lan Ningshuang was excited.

The wind stirred, and silver light shone on the blade.

Tonight, the pavilion by the lake would not be calm, and the future would be the same.

Three days might sound long, or it might sound short.

Qin Feng had been on the fourth floor of the Listen To Rain Pavilion for three days and nights, reading day and night, completely forgetting the passage of time.

This Listen To Rain Pavilion was truly extraordinary. The higher he went, the more types and quantity of books there were, and the quality became higher and higher.

In addition, Qin Feng was pleasantly surprised to find a medical book on the fourth floor called “Celestial Inner Canon”, which was a theory on how to repair damaged meridians.

However, after he finished reading the entire medical book, he didn’t seem very excited, instead, he felt somewhat frustrated.

The more he learned, the more disappointed he became. It was no wonder that in Heavenly City, with so many famous doctors, no one could cure Liu Jianli’s injuries, because it was truly an impossible task!

The medical book presented many challenges, and two points were the most difficult.

First, the medicinal ingredients needed for the meridian repairing elixir were extremely rare in the world. Gathering them would require time and money beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Second, the meridians were intricate and complex. The finer ones were as thin as strands of hair. In order to repair all the damaged meridians, they had to be reset one by one, and then silver needles had to be used to apply medicinal fluid to the broken points for the repair process.

If there were a slight mistake, a wrong meridian connection, or a pierced meridian, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“The first point is somewhat manageable. After all, Liu Jianli is backed by the Liu family, and their status in Great Qian Dyansty is crucial. As long as Old Master Liu speaks, the capital will spare no effort in finding the necessary medicinal ingredients. The key is in the second point,” Qin Feng frowned.

Without being able to see the meridians, it was impossible to reset the hundreds of intertwined meridians one by one. How could it be done?

“Aside from the rest, just delicately unraveling the intertwined meridians is an impossible task. Unless someone can see inside through flesh and blood,” Qin Feng muttered.

“Hmm?” Qin Feng was stunned, and then his eyes lit up.

Onlookers can see more clearly than those involved. Am I not the one in a million who can see through things?

Thinking about it, Qin Feng felt excited. After all, he had seen a glimmer of hope!

However, he couldn’t rush into it. After all, he had no experience in treating diseases and saving lives.

Even though he could see the damaged meridians, if his skills were lacking, a single mistake could pierce a meridian and cause Liu Jianli’s death. Presumably, Old Master Liu from the Liu family in the imperial capital would come with his divine marquis army and crush the Qin family.

As he imagined this scene, Qin Feng couldn’t help but tremble.

“Maybe I can start by following the contents of the medical book, learning to heal and save people. Once I gain enough experience, I can think of a way to treat Liu Jianli’s injuries.”

Just as Qin Feng was thinking, the text of the “Clestial Internal Canon” suddenly surged into his body, and his consciousness was pulled into his Divine Sea.

At first, Qin Feng was startled, but then he was filled with excitement. If he remembered correctly, when the “Tradition of Literature Saint Dao Lineage” taught the Heavenly Mirror technique, it went exactly like this!