Chapter 2: The Great Sickness Immortal's Secret

  "Looking for death!"

  Leng Zhu saw Leng Da Shi spit out black blood, and instantly went into a furious rage. The long sword in his hand shot out with a "whooshing" sound, its light flashing coldly as it pointed directly at Meng Xuan's eyebrows. His cultivation was surprisingly not weak, but facing this one sword, Meng Xuan merely furrowed his brow slightly, and with a gentle push of his right hand, he tapped the side of the long sword, pushing it away. Then, he lightly leapt out, retreating over ten feet, and quietly watched Leng Da Shi, who had spat out black blood.

  Leng Zhu still wanted to draw his sword and go up again, when suddenly a cold shout came over: "Halt!"

  Leng Zhu was taken aback and turned his head to see Leng Dashi slowly getting up, with a solemn expression and surprisingly looking much better.

  "Master Xiao, you have such a divine skill, I, Leng Mou, was blind to it just now..."

  Leng Daishi stood up, took two steps forward, clasped his fists together and bowed deeply.

  "Master, you just..." Leng Zhu was puzzled.

  Leng Daoshi lightly waved his hand and said, "Quickly apologize to the young master. The black blood I just spat out was the filthy substance that had accumulated in my body for ten years. After spitting it out, the true energy in my body is flowing smoothly, and my vitality is gradually rising. This illness has been cured!"

  "This..."

  Leng Zhu hastily abandoned his sword and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Meng Xuan, shouting: "Leng Zhu was disrespectful, please forgive me, sir!"

  Meng Xuan smiled and said, "Get up, at your age, don't kneel down easily."

  Leng Zhu was shocked and had no choice but to stand up. At his age, he was lectured by this young man, which made his expression quite strange.

  "Now that the illness has been cured, I should also leave!"

  Meng Xuan smiled and said a word, then turned around and was about to leave.

  Leng Daoshi hastily stepped forward, calling out: "Young Master, please stay! You've cured my illness, at the very least allowing me to live another hundred years. This great kindness, I will never forget... Sir, if you have any requests, I won't refuse..."

  Meng Xuan turned his head and smiled: "I've said it before, I don't want anything, but the three rules and one order I just told you, be sure to remember them!"

  As he spoke, he turned around, slung the big gourd on his back and floated away, leaving behind Cold Master and Cold Bamboo, as if in a dream.

  "Master... he... actually didn't want anything at all? Not even leaving a name behind..."

  Leng Zhu was greatly puzzled and did not expect the young man to really leave like this.

  Leng Daishi slowly let out a sigh, his face also looked somewhat strange, and he lightly sighed: "People with skills are always a bit eccentric, just let him be, when the time comes for me to take action, I'll do my best for him!"

  His words were indeed impulsive, because in other people's eyes, he was a eccentric old man with unpredictable emotions.

  "This old man's cultivation isn't bad, this strand of sickly energy on his body can at least be refined into a second-grade elixir..."

  Meng Xuan walked three miles outside before slowing down, silently calculating in his heart, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

  Leng Daishi and Leng Zhu were both extremely puzzled by his behavior, still thinking he was a strange doctor who didn't seek fame or wealth, yet they had no idea that everything he did was for the sake of cultivation.

  Meng Xuan is actually not a person of this world, but a traverser from a blue planet.

  He was born into a merchant family in Siling City, and with the foundation of past life memories, he showed extraordinary intelligence from an early age. He was doted on by Old Man Meng, who would grant him anything he asked for. Later, at the age of seven, he was discovered by a passing immortal to have exceptional talent and was taken to the Immortal Sect along with Young Master Xiao Yu Fei of the Xiao family to become a disciple and learn the arts.

  However, after they went to the Immortal Gate, it wasn't that they could immediately obtain the true teachings. Instead, they had to start from being an outer sect disciple, laying some foundations, studying astrology, medicine, divination, martial arts, and heart techniques, all of which were comprehensive and all-encompassing. Only those who performed extremely well within seven years could be selected as inner sect disciples; otherwise, they would be expelled from the Immortal Gate and sent back to the mortal world.

  Meng Xuan was among that group of people, his performance could only be described as mediocre, without anything special about him. He just had a kind heart and once helped an old man from the immortal gate who was ill.

  What was unexpected, however, was that the old man was actually a senior elder of the Xianmen sect, and also the master of Situofeng, one of the ten peaks of the Xianmen.

  Meng Xuan's character was seen by him, and he took Meng Xuan as his inner disciple three years in advance. He is the only one under the old man's knee, which means that with time, Meng Xuan will not only inherit all of the old man's legacy but also become the master of Zuowang Peak after the old man ascends to immortality, ranking among the top ten elders of Qingcong Sect.

  This matter made Meng Xuan envied by everyone, saying that he had a stroke of good luck, a small kindness, but brought about a great opportunity.

  But life is unpredictable and beyond one's expectation. The old man, who had been suffering from a serious illness, was in poor health all the time. Only three years later, he couldn't resist the disease and passed away.

  And they on that mountain peak were left with only Meng Xuan alone, whose cultivation was low and weak, finding it hard to hold up the overall situation.

  There were people in the sect who were jealous, and they coveted the inheritance of Meng Xuan's peak. They reported to the leader, removed Situofeng from its name, divided the inheritance and secrets of this peak among the other peaks, and drove Meng Xuan out without any support.

  In their view, Meng Xuan was of humble origin and his family was not influential, so he was like an ant, really not worth considering.

  It's just that they didn't think that Meng Xuan had actually obtained the true legacy of the old man.

  That inheritance is the Great Sickness Immortal Art.

  This is a strange and unique cultivation technique, it doesn't require meditation or taking elixirs, but instead specifically seeks out people with severe illnesses in the world and absorbs the sick energy from their bodies to cultivate.

  People with serious illnesses in the world are often because there is evil energy accumulated in the body, day after day, destroying vitality, which makes it more and more severe. Meng Xuan can extract this evil energy to cultivate.

  So people fear illness like a tiger, but in Meng Xuan's eyes, those illnesses are all big pills.

  It's just that different people have different illnesses, and the efficacy is also different. However, this set of techniques divides the world's patients into nine levels. The higher one's cultivation level and the more severe their symptoms, the better the effect of the elixir refined from the body's pathogenic energy. For example, the strand of pathogenic energy in Leng Dashi's body was refined by Meng Xuan into a second-grade elixir, which brought him benefits that were no less than those of a top-grade spirit elixir worth a city.

  Of course, when absorbing the disease energy, Meng Xuan also needs to act according to his abilities. If the disease energy is too strong and he absorbs it but can't refine it, then the disease energy will remain in his body and bring him harm instead. His master back then was eager for quick success and forcibly refined a 7th-grade elixir, resulting in failure and severe illness that lasted for seven years before finally succumbing to it.

  "On this journey, I have refined five First-Grade Elixirs and three Second-Grade Elixirs. My cultivation is progressing very quickly and I'm about to break through the Seventh Layer of True Qi!"

  Meng Xuan estimated, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, and he raised the gourd to take a sip of wine.

  Cultivators are divided into four realms: True Qi Realm, True Spirit Realm, True Treasure Realm, and True Immortal Realm.

  Meng Xuan's cultivation of the Great Sickness Technique had only been a short time, and while he was on the mountain, it wasn't convenient to absorb sickness energy, so his progress was slow. When he came down from the mountain, he was only at the fourth level of true energy. His cultivation was average, but after coming down from the mountain, he absorbed some sickness energy and refined a large elixir which he took, causing his cultivation to suddenly surge. He had already reached the peak of the sixth level of true energy and was about to break through to the seventh level. In the world of immortals, he could be considered a superior cultivator.

  To know, even Xiang Yu Fei, who had become an inner sect disciple, was only at the sixth level of true energy.

  At the time of leaving the mountain, Meng Xuan's cultivation was something that Xiao Yu Fei could only look up to, but now, Meng Xuan has already surpassed him.

  After all, Xiao Yufei wanted to cultivate, either need to spend a lot of money to buy various spiritual medicines and elixirs, or can only bitterly cultivate his energy, progress naturally slow. But for Meng Xuan, the countless people in the world who are seriously ill are equivalent to him having countless great elixirs.

  As for those three rules and one order, they were the rules left by Master when he was dying, which Meng Xuan must follow.

  According to the master's words, this great illness immortal art is actually derived from the ancient evil cultivation method, and one must be careful in their actions, otherwise there will be great disaster.

  "It's time to go home..."

  Meng Xuan looked far away at Siling City, sighed, and quickened his pace.

  Inside Sicheng City, the scenery remains unchanged, bustling with noise and excitement. Meng Xuan walks on this street, also feeling a little moved.

  But he was worried about his family and didn't linger, hurrying home in quick strides.

  "Slow down, who are you? How dare you barge into the Meng manor?"

  In front of the Meng family gate, two housekeepers were guarding. Seeing Meng Xuan walking over, they immediately shouted loudly.

  Meng Xuan stopped and smiled: "Meng Wang, Meng Cai, you two turtle eggs don't remember Young Master Ben?"

  "You're... you're Second Master?"

  The two family servants were taken aback by his words and gradually recognized him from Meng Xuan's facial features, overjoyed, they hastily welcomed him.

  "Is my son back? Where is he?"

  Meng Xuan entered the Meng manor under the escort of the Ding family, and as soon as he passed the central courtyard, a meatball rolled over from the front.

  It was the short and stout Old Man Meng. He loved Meng Xuan the most, and as soon as he heard that he had returned, he threw away his tobacco pouch and rushed out.

  "Oh dear......my child......it's really my child who has come back......"

  Old Master Meng saw Meng Xuan from afar and his chubby face trembled with emotion, almost bursting into tears.

  "Dad, I'm back!"

  Meng Xuan stopped in his tracks and paid respects to Old Master Meng.

  After he traveled through, Mr. Meng had been doting on him, and he also accepted this father psychologically.

  "Come back soon, come back soon..."

  Master Meng walked up, pulled Meng Xuan's hand and looked at it repeatedly, sighing: "My son has grown taller! Ah, you're back, that's good. No need to cultivate immortality, I never expected to worship you in the future anyway. On the contrary, your seven-year absence made me miss you so much... Now that you're finally back, just stay home and live a peaceful life. Let others cultivate immortality, we don't care..."

  Before Meng Xuan could explain anything, Old Master Meng comforted him instead, which moved him somewhat.

  "Hmph, others cultivate immortality, you also cultivate immortality, others become true transmission disciples, but you're expelled instead. Isn't this being a complete waste? And yet, Master is treating you like a treasure, letting outsiders see it, I don't know how they'll mock us..."

  Just then, a sarcastic voice rang out, and it was Shi Yiniang with a full head of pearls walking out, coldly mocking.