Chapter 65: CH 65

Chapter 65: Seed of Hope

Song Qingshi was in a very good mood. When he reached the corridor, he took Yue Wuhuan’s hand and with brisk steps, took him to the study. 

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment. He wanted to withdraw his hand. However, the other held it so tightly, that he was a little unsure of just how he was going to pull it out. Finally, he was dragged into the study, and pushed to sit on the Luohan bed. A huge pile of documents were thrown to him. He flipped through a few pages, and found that most of them were study notes made by Song Qingshi. They ranged from shallow to deep, a large portion of it were medical experimental records.

“I want to sort out the research ideas and methods and hand them to Qing Luan.” Song Qingshi said happily, “The workload is a bit heavy. Do you think you can help me?”

Yue Wuhuan said hesitantly, “Master, you seem to be very optimistic about her?”

Song Qingshi smiled and said, “Wuhuan, actually, you don’t like being a doctor and treating patients, do you? 

Yue Wuhuan was silent for a moment, and said, “Yes, I don’t like it.”

His medical knowledge and alchemy skills were all learned to save one person. He preferred to study toxicology, talismans, devices, swordsmanship and other skills used for killing.

Song Qingshi asked, “What do you think of Qing Luan?”

“She’s a smart person, apt to be soft-hearted, and foolishly kind.” Yue Wuhuan asked vigilantly, “Master, you seem to be very interested in her?”

“No, don’t get me wrong,” Song Qingshi pulled out the information on Penicillium and laughed, “I’m only interested in her medical theory. It’s a direction I have never considered before. In my previous studies of medicine, I have always aimed for the one with the best curative effect. I have never thought about reducing the cost and making it for mass production.”

His world was too simple and he never paid any attention to other people’s lives. He rarely even treated ordinary patients. Most of the time, he used the poisonous mist to seal the Medicine King’s Valley, staying inside to study techniques. When he was short of money, he would refine and sell a few pills. Those patients who were treated by him only managed to do so either by luck, by having a disease he wanted to study or by being a local tyrant who came to his door with a large pile of rare medicinal materials.

Yue Wuhuan has made several low-level drug mass production lines for him. Now, Ye Lin would even come crying, trying to persuade him to turn them all of them into Yurong Ointment, so that he could make boatloads of money. However, he has always felt that something was missing.

“On this trip, I saw that the relationship between master and disciples of the Red Dragon Sect is very good. I feel that Medicine King’s Valley also needs to have our teachings passed on.” Song Qingshi boldly and confidents acted spoiled, and he asked, “Wuhuan, you know how stupid my mouth is. Every time I speak, it gets all messed up. Only you, with your IQ can figure out what I’m talking about. Will you help me teach Qing Luan and the others? Qing Luan has the potential to be a good doctor. I’m curious about how far her philosophy can be taken.” 

Yue Wuhuan knew that he had failed the Grand Master, not having made any medical contribution to benefit the world. However, he also knew that for the Medicine King’s Valley to survive in this dark and dirty world without being disturbed by all the various forces in it, they would have to rely on their irreplaceable medical skills. Normally keeping their doors closed to visitors and just selling a few pills was fine and all but if they were to encounter a very important person who was heavily injured or ill and could not be saved by anyone but the Medicine King Xianzun, they might refuse to give them face and force their way in to seek treatment.

Heaven knows what kind of disgusting people those seeking medical treatment are?

He didn’t want the Master to come into contact with these dirty pieces of garbage from outside.

Yue Wuhuan adjusted his breathing. He calmed down and thought for a while. He felt that Song Qingshi’s plan was right. From a long-term perspective, it would be the best choice to train a few doctors who could do well for the Medicine King’s Valley. 

Although Qing Luan was a mortal, she was very intelligent, and her aptitude could also be built up to Foundation Building using pills. She had a soft temper with a firm core and she was quite tenacious, making her very suitable for being a doctor. Moreover, although she has many weaknesses — being simple-minded, easy to control — she won’t have any bad influence on the Master… His tolerance for Qing Luan was also higher than for others. She was among those he considered not too dirty.
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Seeing that he had been thinking for a long time, Song Qingshi cautiously reconfirmed, “Do you think Qing Luan is okay?”

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Qing Luan understood the current situation very well. She would be obedient and she would study hard.

…

A sound-transmission bird flew in from outside the window, bringing with it a letter from Yan Yuan Xianjun of the Red Dragon Sect. In it was the math homework that Nian Nian accomplished. There were a full thirty sets of problem exercises. She finished it in less than a week; only that some of the problem exercises had some strange water marks on them, blurring the ink. It might have been that she was drinking water while doing the exercises and accidentally let a few drops fall? She had also written a note thanking the Medicine King Xianzun and Wuhuan Xianchang for their teaching and guidance. The wording was very standard, deep and meaningful. But every word was written so forcefully, the strokes even had a bit of a quiver. She must have been very emotional when writing it? 

“Isn’t elementary algebra and geometry difficult?” Song Qingshi was a little soft-hearted, “Considering that she’s only eight years old, I didn’t give her very difficult questions, and… I seem to remember that I only sent her ten sets of exercises?”

“I increased the difficulty and gave additional exercises for her,” Yue Wuhuan smiled even gentler, like the most responsible senior, always thinking of his juniors, “Don’t worry, Master. I’ve seen this child’s ability. She’s very smart. She learns fast, and has great potential. There’s no need to treat her like an ordinary child. The immortal realm is cruel, and you have to do your utmost at all times. Present comforts are future fatal dangers.”

Song Qingshi thought it made sense…

He checked over Nian Nian’s homework and found that, sure enough, this child really had the qualifications of a genius learning-tyrant. It was a pity to waste it. 

Song Qingshi resolutely gave his final decision, “Make her homework more difficult.”

Yue Wuhuan smiled and said, “Okay.”

Song Qingshi then opened the letter from Yan Yuan Xianjun. As before, a lot of it was dedicated to expressing his gratitude, thanking him for showing an interest in Nian Nian’s growth. Finally, Yan Yuan Xianjun began to make vague lamentations about how he was unable to break through past Core Formation and that his body was getting worse as the years went on. He lamented about how small the Red Dragon Sect was and how insufficient their background, which held back Nian Nian’s talent.

“I think he wants to ask for something but is too embarrassed to say it.” Song Qingshi thought for a long time. He felt he had made progress when it came to comprehending the way of the world. He handed the letter to Yue Wuhuan and asked for the answer, “Is he asking for free pills?” 

Yue Wuhuan read it over and smiled. “He’s hoping to find better prospects for Nian Nian. He wants to ask you for a referral.”

Song Qingshi was puzzled. “But Yan Yuan Xianjun likes Nian Nian very much…”

In an instant, he understood. It was precisely because of love that Yan Yuan Xianjun wanted to give Nian Nian a better future.

Even though he was reluctant, he wanted to send her to better place; to let her soar to a higher sky. 

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Song Qingshi was silent for a long time.

Yue Wuhuan saw that he was a little entangled about this matter, and comforted, “He too knows that this request is quite shameless. That’s why he didn’t dare to say it outright. If you find it disagreeable, you can just ignore it.”

Song Qingshi slowly said, “I can write a letter of recommendation to Madam Ling Miao.”

Madam Ling Miao was a well-known woman in the immortal real and her talent was outstanding. When she was young, she had been a naive romantic and she was coaxed into marrying into a wealthy family. She bore children and raised them, managed the household, and gave up on her cultivation. She never expected that she had actually married the wrong person. What followed was a tale of grievances between wealthy families, love entanglements, struggles and quarrels. Song Qingshi was too lazy to listen to Ye Lin’s long-winded story. He only knew that in the end, her beloved daughter was brutally murdered. She broke off her love and affection, returned to the road of cultivation, killed her husband and his whole family, and became an ingenious woman who was the terror of all slag men in the immortal realm. 

Vast Sky Island was rich in resources and had a very good background.

Madam Ling Miao pitied the girls with tragic fate, and was partial to smart and clever little girls.

Nian Nian will definitely win her favor.

Although the Medicine King Xianzun’s reputation wasn’t that great, he wasn’t a scumbag. He has never played with anyone’s feelings, and he has refined female godsends like the Ever Young Pill and the Yurong Ointment. There were only female cultivators on Vast Sky Island and everyone had a very good opinion of him, hoping that he would develop some more secret medicines for beauty. 

If he wrote a letter of recommendation to Madam Ling Miao, he shouldn’t get slapped in returned, right…?

Song Qingshi thought uptil this point and took out a new piece of blank paper.  He made sure to write properly and after racking his brains, he began the letter. He also attached Nian Nian’s homework and the talisman she had drawn to serve as proof of her excellent potential.

Seeing that he put a lot of effort into writing, Yue Wuhuan took it over to polish it for him. “Why do this?”

Song Qingshi smiled and said, “Chaos Theory.” 

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. “The butterfly wing one?”

“I don’t actually have any plans,” Song Qingshi picked up the written letter and dried the ink marks on it. He looked at the stormy sky outside the window and said softly, “I just want to try sowing seeds, seeing if a mere little butterfly, can it blow up a whirlwind…”

…

The Black Death Butterfly experiment failed time and time again. 

Song Qingshi thought of this matter even as he walked. Sometimes, in the middle of eating, his chopsticks would stop in mid-air, looking as though his mind had gone off on a mental journey.

Yue Wuhuan was in a good mood and he found it funny. He knew that he would never give up on something once he has become obsessed with it. He can only set aside other things, and try his best to assist him in the improvement of this poison.

At night, the two would always sleep together.

Holding him seemed to have become Song Qingshi’s habit. Once, Song Qingshi woke up in the middle of the night, and discovered his strange sleeping position. He thought about it for quite a while. Yue Wuhuan thought he was going to return to his bed obediently. Unexpectedly, he simply smashed the cracked pot and gave up on correcting his sleeping position. Song Qingshi hugged him even tighter and every day, he would wake up against his bosom. 

This situation was not right!

Yue Wuhuan started feeling a little nervous. He asked, sounding him out, “Master…I heard that you cultivate the Way of the Heartless?”

Song Qingshi was stunned. He then suddenly figured it out. “That guy told you?”

Yue Wuhuan felt that he was very relaxed and didn’t seem to care about this at all.  Better to ask clearly. “Recently, is your… Dao Heart okay?” 

Song Qingshi’s mind woke up with a click. In defiance of natural order, he had forcibly preserved his Nascent Soul. Recently, it was so painful, he could hardly sleep. It was only when holding the things he liked that he felt a bit more comfortable. He was a manly man; how could he possibly whine and complain about the pain in front of others over this little thing?! Moreover, he had already figured out how to destroy his Nascent Soul. He had no intention of implicating others in this matter.

He was decisive. “It’s very good.”

His Nascent Soul was still there, and that was very good. If it was destroyed, then it wouldn’t be good.

Yue Wuhuan directly reached in with his mental probe to inspect his Nascent Soul, and confirmed that it was still staying within his Dantian. Although it was sealed all around by the Underworld Ghost Fire, making him unable to see the details clearly, he couldn’t see any sign of collapse. His Dao Heart hadn’t moved. It meant that he was still unmoved by emotion, he had no desire. This then made him a little confused about just what Song Qingshi was up to. 

Perhaps…he was simply being clingy?

The Master was actually very afraid of loneliness. However, he was lacking in self-awareness and so, things like this could manifest in his actions.

He lived a life away from society. He didn’t understand normal communication, and occasionally he could be a little childish…

Fanatics had many quirks, and ordinary people found their actions difficult to understand. 

Yue Wuhuan lay on the bed, feeling at a loss. More and more thoughts entered his mind and the more he thought, the more complicated they became.

Song Qingshi crawled over and gave him a very skillful kiss. “A good night kiss.”

This was something he did every day, morning and evening. Occasionally, he would add in a midnight snack; only that he seemed to regard him as candy.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he was getting accustomed to being kissed. From the uneasiness he had in the beginning to joyous anticipation he had now, he has become more and more relaxed, more and more at ease. Innocently sleeping with the person he likes every day, aside from the fact that he cannot do without the drugs to restrain his desire, seems like it’s a good thing? 

He just felt like there was something strange somewhere…

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