Chapter 80: CH 80

Chapter 80: The Beauty at the Top of his Heart

Although Song Jincheng was a slacker, he had a good heart. Although he kept saying that he was waiting for Song Qingshi’s father to come pay the bill and ransom him, he used those twenty something spirit stones to pay for Song Qingshi’s accommodation fees and bought good medicinal materials and new clothes for him, allowing for his injuries to get better day by day. 

During his period of recuperation, Song Qingshi sorted out the contents of the mustard seed bag while also sorting out his memories. He tried to match the information from the memories in his mind with the information provided by Song Jincheng. Through rational analysis, he found clues about his post-transmigration identity.

The first identity to be ruled out was that of a powerful bigshot.

He was a little Foundation Building rookie. No matter how you looked at it, he was no bigshot. Moreover, the memory fragments of being a powerful boss were very few, there wasn’t even a character image. It may have been an error generated when the system exploded, just like accidentally dropping a few green mung beans in a big barrel of soybeans. It wasn’t worth mentioning.

The second identity, that of Song Qingshi the medical student, he confirmed. 

This memory was very complete. Except for the day when he accidentally ate alcohol-filled bonbons when he was eight years old, he remembered everything, including family members, professors, online friends, books, and all kinds of modern medical knowledge and medical experiments. This should be a real identity.

The last identity, that of Song Qingshi the immortal realm doctor, made him hesitate.

He could clearly remember coming down from the mountains alone, wandering everywhere and obtaining the Medicine King’s inheritance. But some details were different. He could perfectly control the Underworld Ghost Fire and Red Lotus Fire in his body using the Cold Jade Technique despite being only a Foundation Building cultivator. This was something that in his memory, he couldn’t do. He also remembered a lot of alchemy and medical techniques that were not among the inheritance of the Medicine King. He remembered the many books he had read… He felt that the professional knowledge was there, his original cultivation level might have possibly been higher; only that he was forgetting the people and matters from that time.

Based on the above analysis, Song Qingshi believed that from Song Qingshi the medical student, he had transmigrated into the body Song Qingshi the immortal realm doctor. He was seriously injured and his cultivation base fell, causing partial amnesia. However, he could not determine whether this amnesia would be temporary or permanent.

Since the medical student Song Qingshi and immortal realm doctor Song Qingshi have very similar personalities, thinking patterns and living habits, their souls got along together like they were the same person. This degree of psychological adaptability was very good, and he was not worried about any identity problems, just that…

He said sadly, “I feel like I don’t have a father.”

Song Jincheng was so scared that he almost dropped the melon in his hand. “I’ve been spending all my money on you and you’re telling me this now?!”

I’m an orphan and have no relatives,” Song Qingshi digested the memories of the two bodies and concluded, “I have an unsociable and eccentric personality so it seems like I don’t have any friends either.” He turned his head to see Song Jincheng on the verge of tears and quickly persuaded, “Don’t worry. Although I don’t think I’m good at making money, someone must have given me pocket money! Maybe a godfather? Let me think about it again, maybe I’ll remember it later.” 

He took out all the contents of the mustard seed bag and revealed them. There were bits and pieces of strange things, such as a dead Gu in a wooden box, a novel called “The Three Tiger-Fighting Brothers”, a little clay figurine of a multi-colored bird, a few handmade talismans, some commonly used medicinal materials, and a booklet of medical records, with experimental ideas scribbled on it, it seemed to have been casually noted down.

There was also a small slip of paper on the wooden box of the Fantasy Gu. On it, written in his own handwriting, were the words “Can’t Peek”.

After reading the note, he obediently placed the wooden box back inside and then gave Song Jincheng the talismans and medicinal materials. “I remember these can be sold for some money.”

Song Jincheng was even more sad. “These medicinal materials are all farmed, and the talismans too are mass-produced. They’re probably worth…two spirit stones.” 

Song Qingshi was at a loss. “Are talismans so cheap?”
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Song Qingshi nodded. His thoughts of making drawing talismans to sell were cut off. He once again suggested, “I can refine pills and sell them when I get better. My alchemy skills are very good. Everyone scrambles to get their hands on the medicine that I make. I can quickly earn the money back.”

“For a Foundation Building cultivator, you sure do talk big.” Song Jincheng looked at his young and tender face, and, proud of his age and experience, asked, “Do you know how to refine the Heaven and Earth Black Gold Pill? The Profound Vital Energy Pill? The Xie Clan Tranquility Pill? The Plum Lady Magic Grass Cream?” 

These were the most popular and best-selling pills and medicines on the market. The materials were cheap and they were easy to refine.

When the Shixiong’s and Shijie’s of the Medicine King’s Valley were short of money, they would refine some and sell them to earn some spending money.

Song Qingshi listened to him list off these powerful-sounding medicine names that he had never heard of before, and he felt entirely unwell. He felt like his self-confidence had taken a great hit…

“Stop trying to show off already.” Song Jincheng was so sad that he almost cried. His heart went a little soft. “We at the Medicine King’s Valley have a rule that we should practice medicine to benefit mankind and you’re also my first patient… Forget it, eaten medicine’s already been eaten. You can just owe me and you will pay it back when you have the money later. Just pay it back slowly. Anyway, my family’s not poor, and my parents will give me spending money. This time, I scored so badly on the exams that I didn’t dare ask for any…” 

Song Qingshi was moved and said, “You’re so kind. I’ll accompany you to study in the future.”

In the future, he’ll be a bit nicer to this slacker. He’ll give him twenty problem exercise papers a day, and develop him into a scholar-tyrant so that he can live up to his kindness.

Song Jincheng found his innocence very amusing. He answered casually, “Okay, well, you’ll have to be admitted to the Medicine King’s Valley first.”

The two continued to sort out the pile of odds and ends. Song Jincheng found a strange book with relatively neat handwriting. Turning over a couple of pages, it seemed to be a record someone’s habits and customs, including favorite foods, favorite colors, and favorite things. Even a birthday was noted down… he handed over the notebook and asked, laughing and joking, “This can’t be about your crush, is it?” 

Song Qingshi took the notebook, looked it over, and was stunned.

The red shadow appeared in his mind again. The feeling of love almost left him gasping for breath. It was like a piece had been hollowed out of his heart. It was sadder than an alchemy explosion and more painful than a complete white mice wipe-out. It just could not be mended…

Tears began to pool in his eyes and they fell without his control.

Song Jincheng was frightened. He didn’t know what strange, heartbroken spot he had poked. “Are you okay?” 

Song Qingshi felt that he had lost control of himself. He resisted the feeling of sadness, wiped away his tears, and said with certainty, “It’s the person I like, but I can’t remember them.”

Song Jincheng asked, “Is their name written in the notebook?”

Song Qingshi shook his head. “No, I wrote their characteristics and habits, but…”

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“You’re too close to the matter so you’re getting confused. I will analyze it for you from the perspective of an outsider. Song Jincheng is an enthusiastic person. He took the book again and flipped through the pages. “Look, it says that they’re good at cooking. Their cooking is delicious, and their desserts even more so. The ice creams they make is the best…Do you like sweets?” 

Song Qingshi looked at him expectantly, “Yes! I like sweets, especially ice cream.”

Song Jincheng said enviously, “If this person’s not a cook, then they must like you very much. That’s why they often make what you like to eat.”

Song Qingshi felt that what he said was very pleasant to hear, and his sadness faded by a lot.

Song Jincheng confirmed again, “It’s not your mother, right?” 

Song Qingshi shook his head. “I have no relatives in this world.”

“That’s so pitiful.” Song Jincheng patted his head sympathetically, expressing his attempt at comfort. He continued to analyze, “It is written in the book that this person is smart and beautiful, kind and lovable, considerate and gentle…They like white and red. Their body is somewhat weak, and their stomach isn’t very good. They like practicing swordsmanship, refining medicine, reading, studying…Let me think…”

He was lost in thought, then his expression gradually distorted.

Song Qingshi looked at him expectantly, waiting for the answer. 

“How can you be so lucky?!” Song Jincheng looked at the figure outlined in his mind, and then became completely jealous. He grabbed Song Qingshi and said, frenzied, “This must be a beautiful and kind girl! Gentle and virtuous, delicate and lovely, and can even cook! Gods! This is the goddess of my dreams! Tell me! How did you catch such a good girl?! Quick! Teach me!”

Song Qingshi was shaken silly. “A girl?”

He wasn’t very sure of his orientation. He felt that as long as he liked someone, it didn’t matter…

Song Jincheng continued to analyze, “Look, its emphasized here that this person is perceptive and that you need to take care of her emotions. No matter how you look at it, that doesn’t sound like an insensitive man, right?” 

Song Qingshi concluded, “So, I like a sentimental and susceptible girl?”

“Not a girl. A goddess.” Song Jincheng said, filled with certainty, “Look again at your chaotic jumbled mood written all over the pages. Adjectives like virtuous, beautiful, and enchanting. These aren’t words used to describe a man, are they? And you wrote beautiful so many times…just how beautiful is she?”

Song Qingshi tried hard to think about the red shadow in his mind, “Probably…beautiful enough to cause the fall of a city?”

“You’re just shooting off your mouth. How could you possibly have a chance with a beauty like that?” Song Jincheng felt he had no sense of shame and he let out a few curses, still feeling very envious. He looked this idiot up and down. “I think you look pretty good, but you’re too thin…You don’t look like the type who’d be popular with girls. How can a guy like you get a girlfriend, but someone tall and handsome like me is still single?” 

Song Qingshi thought about it. “I took more of an initiative.”

Song Jincheng didn’t understand. “Took the initiative?”

Song Qingshi expertly educated: “When you meet someone you like, you must take the initiative to confess, hand in all your property, give more gifts, and be obedient. If she asks  you to go east, you go east. If she asks you to kneel on the washboard, you kneel on the washboard…The wife is always right and if the wife is wrong, please refer to the previous statement.”

This was taught to him by his father from modern times. Both what his mother and sister preached were right. 

He knew that he had low EQ and was not good at expressing his intentions. He decided when he met someone he liked, he would follow these methods.

This notebook proved that his methods of wooing someone was feasible.

Song Jincheng said, feeling entangled, “What about your face as a man?”

Song Qingshi asked, very well-meaning, “A girlfriend or face, which one do you want?” 

Song Jincheng patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, “Brother, I have found that you nevertheless have a lot of depth.”

Song Qingshi said seriously, “Although I don’t remember who this girl is, I want to find her and get her back.”

“Wait, wait.” Song Jincheng suddenly thought of something, “You said you have no relatives and that you aren’t very good at making money, but someone gives you a lot of money…”

Song Qingshi nodded. 

Song Jincheng became even more jealous. “It can’t be that you’re some pretty boy who’s being kept by a woman, right?”

Song Qingshi’s face instantly turned black. He wanted to refute but couldn’t find any grounds to argue. He turned into a pufferfish from anger and was absolutely speechless. After quite some time, he began to be somewhat suspicious that the other party was right. He couldn’t earn any money; he could very well be a good-for-nothing who was being raised by a woman. This pained him terribly. He decided he was going to strive for a better future. He was going to work hard and make lots of money, so as not to let his beloved woman be wronged…

Song Jincheng opened the window and looked out. He felt a sense of melancholy inconsistent with his age. He sighed, “This world is truly unfair.”

From out the window came the frantic call of birds. 

He felt that these days, the birds were all going crazy; flying this way and that, calling out everywhere, as though they were looking for something.

“It’s so noisy.” He closed the window irritably, and grumbled, “It’s not spring, why are they all going into heat?”

Song Qingshi agreed, “It is a bit noisy.”

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