Chapter 45: A Step Away

  As expected, Yang Fan easily mastered the "Returning Spirit Technique" without spending much time on it, lacking only in fire and experience.

  "This 'Soul Recall' technique is actually so exhausting to cast..."

  Yang Fan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he muttered to himself.

  He casually released the first "Soul Recall Technique", a strand of emerald green light that was invisible to the naked eye, blooming like a flower and rippling with a wave of soul fluctuations.

  With spiritual consciousness, one can capture the virtual shadow of blooming flower petals, hazy and illusory, giving people a very unreal feeling.

  The "Recovery Technique" just now only lasted for an instant, and Yang Fan felt that the spiritual energy inside his body had been consumed by about half.

  Not to mention the consumption of magical power, but also the consumption of mental energy is considerable.

  Even with Yang Fan's abnormal recovery ability, he felt a bit overwhelmed, especially mentally.

  Luckily, his soul boundary coincidentally broke through to the Condensing Spirit stage, allowing him to barely cast the "Return Spirit Technique".

  Yang Fan took a deep breath, and his spiritual power recovered first, followed by his spirit becoming full again.

  At this moment, he had already come to a conclusion that "Rain and Dew Art" mainly consumed spiritual power, while "Return Spirit Art" mainly consumed the power of the soul.

  Compared to that, casting Rain Shower Technique is much easier and more comfortable for Yang Fan because his spiritual power recovers at a speed far greater than his mental energy. Moreover, if the consumption of soul force is too large, it will also affect the recovery speed of spiritual power.

  "The soul is the foundation of a cultivator and mustn't be excessively consumed; it's better to use this technique sparingly from now on."

  Yang Fan had already made up his mind.

  After both his physical strength and mental energy had recovered to their peak state, Yang Fan finally stood up.

  At this moment, he wants to try using "Returning Spirit Technique" to heal the injuries of the cultivators in the Condensing Spirit Period. Whether it will be successful or not, even he himself does not have absolute certainty.

  However, due to his trust in the Xianhong Decree, this heaven-defying technique, Yang Fan didn't have much to worry about.

  As soon as he pushed open the door, Yang Fan saw Huang Yu watching this house with a pair of sharp eyes.

  As soon as Yang Fan came out, Huang Yu's eyes lit up, and there was also a hint of worry on his face.

  "Yang Yao Shi, it's been such a long time, is your preparation ready?"

  Huang Yu asked, and at the same time, he also began to observe the expressions and body language of others, judging the situation.

  However, Yang Fan's face was calm and unruffled, occasionally revealing a faint smile, making it impossible to discern his true intentions.

  "Hmm, my magical powers and spirit have recovered..."

  Yang Fan nodded and didn't look at Huang Yu again, walking towards Yuan Lao's direction.

  Huang Yu was slightly taken aback, thinking that Yang Yao Shi had just entered the room and was only adjusting his breath to rest.

  Yuan Lao sat cross-legged on the deck, although his spirit was damaged, he still persisted in manipulating the "Tian Xing Zhou", struggling to hold on.

  Seeing Yang Fan walking over, Old Yuan smiled and said: "Is the medicine ready, Master Yang?"

  The rest of the monks also cast sidelong glances and walked over to watch nearby.

  Yang Fan's face broke into a warm smile as he said, "We can begin treatment now."

  Li Yuesheng also rushed over, not daring to speak much, staring intently at Yang Fan sitting beside Old Yuan.

  He slowly extended one hand, gently placing it on Yuan Lao's forehead. A subtle soul fluctuation rippled through the spatial region, only perceivable by Yuan Lao, a cultivator in the Condensation Period.

  A strand of transparent turquoise light burst out from Yang Fan's palm, seeping into Yuan Lao's head and even the depths of his brain, before blooming like a flower, an instant of fragrance.

  This power is as gentle as a breeze, like a small stream wandering through the forest, like the colorful flowers blooming on the green grass.

  Yuan Lao only felt himself basking in the warm sunshine, his feet treading on the green grass, the fragrance of flowers hitting his nose, the surrounding trees lush and verdant, the spring water gurgling, the ethereal bird calls adding a few touches of harmony and vitality to this serene nature.

  Hence, Yuan Lao's inner strength did not resist at all, allowing the warm and gentle sunlight to sprinkle onto his mind.

  After taking a deep breath, Yang Fan's face turned slightly pale, and his palm stuck to Old Yuan's forehead.

  Yuan's old face relaxed and his spirit was refreshed.

  Two breaths later, Yang Fan's face was pale, his palms slightly trembling, and he continued.

  Yuan Lao's face turned rosy, and a divine light began to gather in his eyes, gradually becoming sharp.

  After three breaths, Yang Fan's body trembled, his face turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

  At this time, people around finally saw something was wrong.

  Li Yueshang cried out and said: "Hurry up and stop, if you continue like this, you will faint!"

  Yang Fan heard this and let out a light breath, suddenly withdrew his hand, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

  Li Yueshang hastily supported him, with a worried face saying: "Yang Yao Shi, don't force yourself, if you can't cure it then just give up!"

  Yang Fan fell silent, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled out a medicine bottle from his storage bag and swallowed some spiritual elixir.

  In fact, he took out these spirit pellets just for show. With Yang Fan's recovery speed, these ordinary spirit pellets had almost no effect on him.

  "I'll take a short rest and then treat Old Yuan's wound again."

  Yang Fan swallowed several Ling Dan and began to fully recover his magical powers.

  Just now, after three breaths, the first to collapse was Fa Li, because he was only a Qi-refining beginner cultivator, and his Fa Li was indeed shallow. His soul power still had more than half left, after all, he possessed a condensed soul in the later stage.

  "Yang Yao Shi, I think you'd better not force it. Even if you risk your own life, you won't be able to cure Young Master Yuan's injury."

  Xing Lao Er persuaded him on the side.

  Huang Yu was unusually silent, staring at Yang Fan who was sitting cross-legged, wondering what he was thinking.

  Wow!

  Yuan Lao spat out a mouthful of turbid air, his eyes gleaming with spirit, and said with a joyful expression:

  "Yang Yao's medical skills are indeed extraordinary! The trauma in my heart has already healed more than half!"

  Yuan Lao Da's mental state at this moment is much better than before.

  As soon as these words came out, the monks in the field were shocked beyond measure.

  It really works!

  At this moment, everyone's gaze at Yang Fan underwent a tremendous change.

  "Yuan Yuan...... Boss...... Are you sure it's really effective......"

  Huang Yu stared with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

  Yuan Lao raised an eyebrow: "Would I still cheat you? Can't you see the change in me?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of spiritual pressure suddenly descended and disappeared in an instant, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

  "Divine doctor!"

  "This is simply a miracle, such a young pharmacist will surely become a legendary doctor in the world of immortal cultivation."

  "It's too inconceivable, really hard to imagine that he, at such a young age and only in the initial stage of Qi refinement, can achieve this level."

  Everyone praised and greatly changed their attitude towards Yang Fan.

  After a moment, Yang Fan opened his eyes, still looking pale, and said to Yuan Lao: "Yuan Lao, your injury was mostly healed just now. Let me continue to heal you..."

  "This... how can this be?" Yuan Lao hastily intercepted, saying: "You are now so weak, I don't have the heart to let you continue to exhaust yourself. Moreover, my injuries are no longer serious, today I owe you a favor. In the future if there's any difficulty, just one word and even if we're separated by a thousand miles, I'll be there immediately."

  Li Yuexiang anxiously said: "Yang Yao Shi, you should go rest now."

  Huang Yu's face showed a complex expression, and he suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan, with a sincere face: "Yang Medicine Master, I am ignorant and have many offenses, please forgive me."

  "This time you've won the bet, I sincerely apologize to you."

  Huang Yu bowed deeply to Yang Fan under the gaze of everyone in the room, apologizing and making amends.

  Yang Fan smiled faintly: "I haven't won yet, Old Yuan's injury hasn't healed yet."

  Huang Yu hastily said, with a sincere look in his eyes: "Yang Yao Shi, you should rest now. Previously, it was all my fault for misunderstanding you. If anything happens to you, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

  Yang Fan felt slightly comforted in his heart. Huang Yu was still a person who could distinguish between love and hate, and once he changed his attitude towards someone, he would treat them with sincerity.

  But...

  Yang Fan shook his head and said: "As a doctor, saving people is my duty. I must cure Old Yuan's injuries before I can rest assured."

  His eyes showed a firm color.

  "Yang Yao Shi..."

  Tian Xingzhou's brothers were all moved, Huang Yu's eyes turned red, and he felt guilty in his heart.

  There are indeed people in this world who dedicate themselves selflessly, which truly deserves our respect and admiration.

  Plop!

  Huang Yu knelt down in front of Yang Fan, his eyes moist: "Yang Medicine Master, I deserve to die!"

  Bang!

  A crisp crack.

  He knelt on the ground, slapped himself in the ear, and begged Yang Fan: "Master Yang, please rest for a while. Even if you need to treat me, it can be done later."

  Yang Fan hastily helped him up and smiled: "I'm fine, I can continue with the treatment. My mind is made up, don't try to stop me."

  Having said that, he came back in front of Old Yuan again.

  Huang Yu felt even more ashamed and knelt down behind Yang Fan, unable to get up.

  Yang Fan shook his head, a bitter smile in his heart, secretly thinking: "Just now when I treated Old Yuan's injury, my cultivation increased greatly, and with one move, I reached the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining. I'm just one step away from entering the middle stage of Qi Refining... how can I give up..."

  His heart surged as he sat in front of Old Yuan, slowly extending his own hand.

  Yang Fan understood that as long as he cured Luan Lao's remaining injuries, he would be able to smoothly advance to the middle stage of Qi Refining.

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