Chapter 17: Strange Feeling

  In the process of healing his mother's wound, a strange feeling grew in his heart.

  In the depths of his being, a faint, gentle stream flowed, formless and intangible, coursing through Yang Fan's body, flowing through his limbs and extremities, even cleansing his very soul.

  It's an indescribable feeling that makes people feel like they're floating on air and even has a tendency to be addictive.

  But this feeling only lasted for a moment, and it stopped abruptly after the wound healed.

  "Son...my wound?"

  Yang's face was filled with astonishment, the wound on his finger had healed!

  She whispered: "Isn't your son's magical power gone? How can he still use magic?"

  "Mother, this is a medical technique, and in immortal techniques it can only be considered an auxiliary or side path."

  Yang Fan smiled and said, how could he not guess his mother's thoughts.

  "I see, Fan Er, if you're not interested in fame and fortune, being a doctor who helps people in Wuliuyi Town is also a great option. I think your medical skills are much better than that clinic across the street..."

  Yang's wife happily said and hurried over, taking over her daughter's chores.

  "Mother, you'd better rest on the side...” Yang Hui said persuasively, unable to bear it.

  "My daughter's wound has healed."

  Yang's face was filled with a smile as he wiggled his fingers, and the newly grown tender flesh at the wound site was quite obvious.

  "How is this possible?"

  Yang Hui Xin's eyes widened slightly, her bright pupils shifted, and landed on Yang Fan's face, with a hint of unusual emotions in her gaze.

  "Your elder brother is now studying medical skills and has suddenly healed Mother's wound. It's really amazing!"

  Yang said with a smile while chopping vegetables.

  "Girl, be more careful, don't hurt your fingers."

  Yang Fan reminded himself of something and then walked out of the kitchen, but he was still a bit puzzled in his heart.

  The process of treating my mother's wound just now felt really eerie.

  Yang Fan had a faint illusion: his cultivation seemed to have improved...

  Of course, this feeling is very vague, and even he himself can't be certain.

  Imagine this, in this world, what kind of thing is it that helps someone treat a wound and also increases their cultivation.

  If it were really so, wouldn't everyone go and cultivate medical skills?

  "It's probably just my imagination..."

  Yang Fan smiled and returned to the main room to sit down, his sister Yang Hui Xin also walked in.

  "Big brother......" Yang Hui's gentle and warm eyes were fixed on Yang Fan, with a slightly hesitant expression.

  "What's on your mind? Just ask directly. Are there any words that can't be said between siblings like us?"

  Yang Fan sat calmly in his chair and said casually.

  "I want to ask... Big Brother, is it true as the rumors say that you've lost your magical powers?"

  Yang Hui asked in a low voice, staring at Yang Fan's eyes, as if wanting to see a glimmer of crack from his eyes.

  However, Yang Fan's eyes were as still as an ancient well, his dark pupils deep and mysterious, and Yang Hui couldn't see any clues from them.

  "Losing the power of the law is not a big deal, but it's not like what outsiders say, becoming a useless person. My elder brother is now revising and refining the medical way, which can also be considered as a side door in the cultivation world."

  Yang Fan's face was warm and gentle, with a subtle aura of natural freshness emanating from his body, making people feel an inexplicable sense of closeness.

  Yang Hui's mind went blank for a moment, and the obscure aura on Yang Fan's body also suddenly disappeared.

  Suddenly, she felt that her elder brother's body might have some unknown secrets.

  "Big brother actually changed his studies to learn medical skills, why don't you just open a clinic in 'Wu Liu Town'?"

  Yang Hui Xin suggested.

  Yang Fan shook his head and smiled: "Big brother has just stepped into the medical path, knowledge and experience are still shallow, if he rashly opens a medical clinic, won't it harm others' lives?"

  "How is this possible? Big brother has mastered the immortal Taoist magic, and the method of healing mother's wound just now, can it be compared to that of a mortal doctor?" Yang Hui Xin pursed her lips and smiled, saying so disapprovingly.

  "The way of medicine is vast and profound, but I have only caught a glimpse of it. I can treat some common injuries, but if I encounter other complex and difficult diseases, I will be at a loss for what to do. Let's put this matter aside for now."

  What Yang Fan said is not a lie, in "The Holy Healing Chapter" of the "Remnant Volume", there are vast medical questions, involving human body structure, demon beast structure, and life structure.

  At present, Yang Fan only mastered the "Holy Healing Chapter" of the dry wood work and the rain dew technique. The former is a method of converging energy, while the latter is a technique for treating external injuries.

  "If I could roughly grasp the knowledge in 'Sheng Liao Pian' and 'Lian Dan Pian', I would be able to become a renowned pharmacist and alchemist in this cultivation world."

  A thought suddenly flashed through Yang Fan's mind.

  Whether it's a pharmacist or an alchemist, their status in the Immortal Realm is extremely special.

  That's because they are extremely rare.

  Pharmacists and alchemists were excluded from the orthodox cultivation system, referred to as "heterodox" and unable to ascend to the pinnacle of the Immortal Path.

  However, there are very few alchemists and pill makers, and many cultivators need their help.

  For example, pharmacists, they heal not the wounds of ordinary people, but the treatment object is the cultivator. The cultivation world is not lacking in powerful magic and overbearing techniques, and the injuries suffered by the cultivators in battle cannot be cured by secular doctors, and can only rely on pharmacists. In this case, the pharmacist holds the life of the cultivator in his hands.

  The role of alchemists is even greater, as the various spiritual elixirs and wonderful medicines they refine can be used to enhance cultivation, consolidate foundation and cultivate origin, heal injuries and cure diseases...

  A brilliant alchemist, being treated as an honored guest by all major sects and immortal families, with a transcendent status, under the protection of both the Orthodox and Evil paths.

  In short, these two professions are very popular in the Immortal World.

  After chatting for a while, Yang Fan briefly told him what had happened in Yangjia Village.

  Yang Hui Xin was also a woman of noble character, although Yang Fan had omitted many details, how could she not guess the various treatments her elder brother had suffered in Yangjia Village.

  "Big brother, it's fine that you're back. The people of Yangjia Village are so heartless and cruel. You just lost control and lost your powers, they didn't have to treat you like this." Yang Hui Xin said with some indignation.

  Yang Fan smiled faintly: "The entire cultivation world is just this cruel reality, what's so special about it?"

  Yang Hui's eyes dimmed for a moment, and she spoke softly: "Big brother, the path of cultivating immortality is so cruel and heartless, why do you still persist in pursuing it with such dedication?"

  "Because cultivating immortality can gain freedom, can live forever and never die, can transcend the world, and can even touch the most essential things in this world... As long as you step onto the path of immortality, even if there is only a slight chance, it's impossible to give up."

  Yang Fan said almost without thinking, with a flash of light in his eyes, and an infinite passion: "This is a road full of opportunities and challenges. The weak are eaten by the strong, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, although it's cruel, but it's so simple."

  At this moment, Yang Fan's blood was stirred up, making Yang Hui's heart both yearn for and fear this unknown world.

  "Hehe, made my sister laugh, the mundane world has its advantages too, as long as there's no war, it's also peaceful and calm."

  Yang Fan once again regained his elegant and gentle appearance, like a slightly weak scholar.

  Before long, Yang's family had a delicious meal ready, and they all sat down together in the main room to enjoy it.

  Then, Tie Niu from next door sent over some meat dishes and shouted at Yang Fan: "Tomorrow, let's have a competition to see whose skills are more powerful, your immortal techniques or my Iron Cloth Shirt!"

  Yang Fan just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

  A family of three had dinner together and chatted until midnight before going to sleep one after another.

  Yang Fan couldn't sleep, so he walked out of his room and gazed up at the night sky over Dongsheng Continent, recalling the scene of that one night when shooting stars fell.

  Later, the strange feeling of treating his mother's wound in the kitchen earlier sparked Yang Fan's curiosity.

  What's going on?

  What good can one get from treating others' injuries and illnesses?

  Yang Fan decided to investigate further.

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