Chapter 90: Xian Yun's Ancient Seal

  At the break of dawn, a wisp of extremely pure and evil aura was brewing in Yang Fan's room with restrictions, an eerie tremor in the air made one's heart skip a beat.

  "Could I be a rare genius in the cultivation world who cultivates demonic arts?"

  Yang Fan opened his eyes, and a hint of unusual color flashed in his pupils.

  The Nine Yin Magic Scripture, this set of magic skills, he had explored twice, its profundity and obscurity were more than ten times better than any skill he had cultivated in Yangjia Village, even if the so-called geniuses in the cultivation world came to cultivate it, they would still be very struggling.

  According to the book, if this skill is cultivated to a certain extent, it can dominate one side and no one can match. Of course, this is just a theory in the Jiuyou Demon Scripture, whether it is exaggerated or not is hard to estimate, but what can be confirmed is that this is definitely a magical skill that has shaken the ancient and modern times on the Dongsheng Continent.

  Yang Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart, stood up, walked to a corner of his room, and suddenly stretched out an index finger, lightly poking at the wall in front of him.

  Pfft!

  Just like poking tofu, Yang Fan's finger sank into the wall, and the overbearing and unparalleled power made Yang Fan's heart tremble.

  This is power! The power of the demon way!

  Yang Fan took a deep breath and thought to himself, no wonder since ancient times, countless cultivators have entered the demonic path, never to return.

  The original demonic path technique actually contained such mighty power!

  Of course, this is also closely related to the level of magic, and the high-level skills of the Orthodox Church have unusual power.

  After calming down completely, Yang Fan began to perform his Qigong, gathering the aura on his body to its extreme point.

  Before long, Yang Fan's body was empty again, and even the few strands of demonic energy in his dantian seemed to have vanished into thin air.

  The concealment effect of Xian Hong's move was indeed heavenly!

  Even if you encounter a cultivator who is one major rank higher than yourself, it's still difficult to discern their true abilities.

  However, Yang Fan was also somewhat stunned. The breath he had forcibly suppressed with his Qigong last night, why did it suddenly release during his demonic cultivation?

  As the sky gradually brightened, Yang Fan walked out of the room, and his senses suddenly opened up, detecting a hint of something unusual.

  Yang Fan's face showed a look of surprise, and he cast his gaze towards his younger brother's room. Naturally, there were alarm-type restrictions set up in that room, but Yang Fan could still silently observe his brother's situation.

  At this moment, Yang Lei was sitting cross-legged, his face somewhat pale, and he was practicing internal strength to heal his injuries, the medicinal power in his body was taking effect.

  Did my little brother get hurt?

  Yang Fan's face showed a look of astonishment.

  He walked up to the door of the room, touched the mechanism and said: "May I come in?"

  As soon as he entered the room, Yang Lei opened his eyes and said faintly: "I didn't expect that Yang Guang and Li Baozi were still staying in 'Wu Liu Town'. Last night, I had a fight with these two people and suffered some minor losses. However, they also did not gain any advantage."

  "Shall I help you recover from your injuries?"

  Yang Fan walked in front of his younger brother and said with a hint of concern.

  "It's alright, I've already taken a precious Holy Healing Dan, and after resting for half a day, I'll be fine."

  Yang Lei was extremely tough and unyielding, with a hint of stubbornness and arrogance.

  "Alright, I'll go take a look at the medical hall and carry out my own plan. You all should head back to Yangjia Village first, or else you'll arouse suspicion among the elder members of the family..."

  Yang Fan shrugged and walked out of Yang Lei's room. He could also see that his brother's injury was not serious.

  After greeting her sister Yang Hui Xin, Yang Fan arrived at Pu Ai Medical Hall.

  It was just early in the morning, and there were already wounded people coming to see a doctor at Pu Ai Medical Hall. Yang Fan was very satisfied, so he nodded his head.

  But soon, he felt that something was missing in this hospital.

  He came to the front of the Pu Ai Medical Hall and looked up at the signboard on top.

  "Right, there is no sign on the plaque of this medical hall that should be present in a medical hall of the Immortal Realm."

  Yang Fan suddenly enlightened.

  It turns out that the medical institutions in the immortal world are still somewhat different from those in the mortal world.

  Yang Fan neglected this matter because within a radius of thousands of miles, although there were many low-level medicine masters, those who could open a Xianyuan Medical Hall were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

  Thinking of this, Yang Fan managed to find a big hairy pen, dipped it in the special ink of the Immortal Realm, and then concentrated his spirit, gathered his energy, and focused his mind.

  In this way, standing still for a moment, Yang Fan's life was as thin as the surrounding environment, controlling any wind and grass in this area, understanding everything in the world, like a divine spirit.

  At that moment, Yang Fan's robes fluttered without wind, and he also let out a light "whoosh" as his body suddenly rose into the air, just like an immortal feather transforming, transcending the mundane.

  At that moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down, Yang Fan rose into the air, and when his body was shoulder-to-shoulder with the signboard, he suddenly swung the big brush in his hand, naturally elegant and free, with flying ink and hidden hints of fairy dust.

  Suddenly, a floating ancient seal character with infinite mysterious charm appeared on one foot of the signboard.

  That character, floating as if like an immortal, seems not to belong to the mortal world.

  It's just a "fairy" character.

  However, this character is written in ancient seal script, which is mostly unrecognized in the secular world and can be looked up in Taoist scriptures.

  On the signboard, an ancient seal character "Xian" appeared, immediately bringing a subtle and inexplicable change to the entire clinic's atmosphere.

  This is no longer an ordinary medical clinic, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it a divine realm medical clinic.

  When Yang Fan landed and gazed at the "Xian" character on the signboard again, his heart was shocked and he fell deeply into it.

  "This... this character was actually written by me?"

  It's all somewhat hard to believe.

  It turned out that when he was writing this character, he inadvertently incorporated the infinite profundity of "Xianhong jue" into it.

  A difference of just one word has brought about a complete change in the layout of this medical institution.

  Yang Fan's spirit was startled, and he hastily put away his brush, looking around in all directions. At this moment, the sky had just begun to brighten, and no one noticed his unusual movement.

  He gently exhaled a breath, gazing at the signboard. At this moment, even if he were asked to take up his brush again, he probably wouldn't be able to write out that perfectly natural and elegant calligraphy.

  To a certain extent, the character written out is not dominated by his own will. What truly endows this character with spirituality is the Xianyong jue within him and that profound understanding from the unknown.

  Before long, Lin Zhong arrived at the medical hall. When he saw the signboard, he was taken aback and his mind was drawn to it for a moment, standing there in a daze for quite some time before coming back to himself.

  Immediately, his eyes also gained a few more points of enlightenment, and his eyes became even clearer.

  Yang Fan's expression changed as he watched this scene, the sign of this medical hall seemed to trigger a state similar to Lin Zhong's epiphany, allowing him to deepen his understanding of the Tao by several points.

  "Sir, who wrote the character 'Xian' on this signboard?"

  Lin Zhong asked with great curiosity.

  "Hehe, the heavenly secret cannot be revealed."

  Yang Fan said with a mysterious face, of course, he would not admit that this character was written by himself.

  Lin Zhong's eyes narrowed in contemplation as he said, "Could it be... that this character was written by the reclusive master who taught the young lord his unparalleled medical skills?"

  "That's right, you little scamp guessed it."

  Yang Fan smiled slightly and decided to go with the flow, pushing this matter onto that mysterious hermit.

  However, even if Yang Fan said that this character was written by himself, others might not necessarily believe it, and he would also find it very difficult to write another character with such infinite mysterious and spiritual connotations.

  "Was last night's matter resolved?"

  Yang Fan's tone suddenly changed, and his smile disappeared.

  The final two days of Sanjiang, come and get your tickets quickly!