Chapter 065: A Paradise Beyond the World

  "Mr. Xu, what kind of existence is that nameless and desolate forest?"

  Yang Yu and Wu Lao have come to realize the severity of the situation. Amidst their shock, fear, and trepidation, they can't help but feel a sense of curiosity.

  The two of them didn't dare make a sound, staring at Mr. Xu who was highly respected in the family.

  Mr. Xu's face was solemn, his eyes still showing a complex expression of shock, worry, and expectation, his complexion changing unpredictably, his hands clasped behind his back, pacing lightly.

  After a moment, Mr. Xu gradually calmed down, he let out a light breath, and his eyes suddenly swept over the two of them.

  Yang Yu and Wu Lao suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, their hearts racing with anxiety.

  "You're lucky to be back alive..."

  Mr. Xu withdrew his gaze and said faintly to the two of them: "You must remember, never go to that place again."

  "We won't... even if we were given a hundred guts, we wouldn't dare go again."

  Wu Lao's heart still had lingering fears.

  "Mr. Xú, can you tell us what secrets are hidden in that nameless dark forest? Those cultivators who have reached the state of concentrated spirit and still had the power to resist were mysteriously killed without any signs."

  Yang Yu was still somewhat curious.

  "This matter you don't need to ask about..." Mr. Xu said resolutely: "Also, Yu'er, you should return to Kyoto as soon as possible, the family head is very worried about your safety. Moreover, this time our family lost two condensed spirit period cultivators, this matter will definitely be investigated for responsibility..."

  "Yes, I'll go back now."

  Yang Yu lowered his head, knowing he had made a big mistake. For the sake of a Qi-refining initial-stage cultivator, their family lost two Nascent Soul stage cultivators, which was unacceptable in both emotion and reason.

  The two of them did not dare to linger and immediately flew on their swords, hurrying towards the capital of Youyang Country.

  "Jiuyou... The last time was two hundred years ago..."

  Mr. Xu stood still, looking up at the sky with a hint of unusual color in his eyes, muttering to himself: "I wonder if the Yang family of Kyoto can gain any benefit from this."

  Whoosh!

  Mr. Xu stepped on a blue crystal flying sword and flew towards the direction of "Nameless Youlin".

  ……

  Leaving the nameless forest, after traveling for three or four days, Yang Fan not only obtained some materials but also gained a lot of medical knowledge through practice.

  On the fourth day, he finally saw a peaceful village with wisps of smoke rising from it.

  There are lush trees beside the village, a gentle stream and an ancient single-plank bridge.

  In this desperate situation, Yang Fan felt very fortunate to have encountered a haven.

  He was in a desperate situation at this moment. If he didn't fly, it was unknown how many days it would take to return to Wuliuyu Town.

  Since there were signs of human habitation here, Yang Fan happily walked towards the inside.

  As he walked across the single-plank bridge, Yang Fan saw several village girls washing clothes by the river. They all looked at this "uninvited guest" with curious eyes.

  Yang Fan smiled slightly, and the affable and natural aura on him was no longer restrained. His whole person seemed to blend into nature, involuntarily making people feel a sense of fondness.

  "Who is this young master? He shouldn't be from our Yitao Village. What brings him here?"

  A bright-eyed and white-toothed beautiful girl, lightly got up, politely said, looking like a knowledgeable and well-mannered young lady.

  "With surname Yang, once lost way, first arrived at noble place."

  Yang Fan smiled and took a glance at the girl, feeling that she was elegant and refined, simple and natural, with a good figure and excellent looks.

  Compared to the women of the mundane world and the immortal realm, she gives people a refreshing feeling. Among the women Yang Fan has seen, except for Yun Yu Xi, there is no other woman who possesses such a gentle temperament.

  The girl also felt Yang Fan's undisguised gaze, her face slightly red, but not rude, and softly said: "I am Luoshui, since the young master has come to 'Yihe Village', he is a noble guest in our village. My grandfather is a knowledgeable and hospitable old man. Please follow me to my home as a guest."

  "Hehe, in that case, I'll just follow your lead."

  Yang Fan followed Luoshui girl into the village, and felt a good impression of the simplicity and hospitality here.

  As soon as I arrived at the edge of the village, from a distance, I heard several dog barks.

  Woof woof!

  The sound seems to be ominous.

  Yang Fan walked forward with a smile, and several stray dogs ran up to him. Their eyes became gentle, and they came closer, only sticking out their tongues to lick his pant legs.

  Luoshui saw this scene and smiled: "Yang Gongzi is indeed a kind person, even these beasts have become so obedient when they see him."

  "He is a pharmacist and has some knowledge of medicine."

  Yang Fan smiled and said.

  "An apothecary?" Luo's eyes sparkled with surprise: "Young master, you're also an apothecary?"

  "Really? Is there also an apothecary in this village?"

  Yang Fan nodded and asked curiously.

  "My grandfather is him, he's the village head here."

  Luoshui couldn't help but laugh, overjoyed and excited, pulling Yang Fan's hand as they ran towards her home.

  Yang Fan's face showed a hint of surprise. Luo Shui had seemed knowledgeable and reasonable just now, but suddenly became so lively and cheerful.

  However, he was also infected by this simple and hospitable girl, feeling relaxed and happy.

  Luoshui pulled Yang Fan and ran for a while, suddenly realizing that she was holding the hand of a strange man. Her pretty face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she quickly let go of Yang Fan's hand.

  Yang Fan looked at her with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression, without saying a word, making her feel so ashamed that she wished she could crawl into a hole.

  "Luo's daughter is so hospitable and simple-minded, Yang certain has a hard time refusing the offer. I heard that your grandfather was also a pharmacist, extremely curious."

  Yang Fan changed the subject, letting Luo Shui come back from his awkward embarrassment.

  "Welcome, young master, this is my home."

  Luoshui felt a sense of relief, and he felt that the stranger in front of him was distinctly different from the other men in the village. He didn't dare to look directly into Yang Fan's eyes as he led the way ahead.

  As soon as Yang Fan entered the courtyard, he keenly felt a strange medicinal herb aura, and his mind was shaken.

  As he walked into the courtyard, he suddenly saw many medicinal herbs planted here, and many of them were some rare medicinal herbs.

  He even saw several treasures of heavenly material, and amazingly, some of them were hundreds of years old.

  "Could it be that Mo Fei's grandfather is also a pharmacist in the cultivation world?"

  Yang Fan secretly thought in his heart.

  It's very difficult for ordinary pharmacists to cultivate these rare and exotic flowers in the immortal world.

  "Grandpa, there's a guest at home..."

  Luo Shui lightly called out and had Yang Fan enter the main room to take a seat, also pouring him a cup of tea.

  Yang Fan savored a mouthful, and suddenly felt a strange warmth flowing through his body, which immediately transformed into a refreshing coolness, incredibly wonderful.

  What tea is this?

  Yang Fan was greatly surprised, and after tasting just a mouthful, he faintly felt that his cultivation had improved by a fraction.

  "Could it be that the village chief residing in this place is a renowned but reclusive doctor..."

  Yang Fan's heart sank, just as he was about to lift his teacup and take a few more sips, when an old, wheezing voice came from outside: "Shui'er, who is it?"

  As he spoke, a stooping old man with a humped back emerged from the side house, coughing several times as he spoke.

  When Yang Fan really saw this hunchbacked old man, his face was shocked. The village head grandfather in Luo Shui's mouth turned out to be a disabled person.

  Yang Fan could see that his broken leg had no strength at all, and it seemed like he had some serious illness on him. He spoke weakly, with a lingering cough.

  Is this old man going to be a famous but reclusive doctor?

  Yang Fan couldn't help but doubt his own conjecture - what kind of famous doctor can't even cure their own illness?

  (Another update, a new week, quick meal begging for votes, can't slack off)