Chapter 21: The Medical Immortal

The power of Holy Light brings forth the miracle known as healing.

“This… this this this…?!”

Twisted and misaligned bones and muscles automatically restored themselves under the radiance, visibly returning to their original form in mere seconds. The bloodied and mangled palms quickly shed old skin, writhing as they grew fresh tissue.

Murong Yun’s battered body, under the care of a level 110 Priestess, fully recovered in less than ten seconds, even giving the impression that the brutal scene just moments ago was merely a figment of everyone’s imagination.

Yet the tattered white robe that hadn’t returned to its pristine state served as undeniable proof that what had just occurred was no illusion but an incredible miracle born of exquisite healing power.

“Medical Immortal… oh Medical Immortal! Is there truly such a transcendent medical art in this world?! In my lifetime as a physician, I’ve never witnessed such miraculous methods capable of bringing the dead back to life! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes… it’s simply unbelievable!”

Seeing this spectacle, the old White-bearded Doctor’s impatience and anger instantly transformed into fervent admiration. He unabashedly kneels before a certain black-haired girl who was just lost in thought, trembling with excitement.

“I, Wang Yanglin, apprentice to the old Bone Doctor, humbly ask for the Celestial’s forgiveness for my earlier disrespect and ignorance!”

“…Eh?”

The Priestess instinctively took half a step back.

This old man… is his attitude shift too quick?

To be fair, I had some inkling this might cause a stir, but this guy is a bit over the top, isn’t he?

If one didn’t know better, they’d think he just saw the ancestor springing out of a coffin…

Not knowing how to deal with this overzealous old man, Miss Vilyric decided to pretend she didn’t see him.

Meanwhile, Murong Yun, who had just been miraculously healed with a wave of the Priestess’s hand, stood up in astonishment. He instinctively clenched his fist, feeling the power that felt the same as before—if not stronger…

At this point, how could he not understand what just happened? He quickly clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to the petite black-haired girl.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Senior. I, Murong Yun, am forever grateful.”

Well… as expected, this fellow is much easier to communicate with.

Though I still can’t accept calling him ‘Senior,’ since it sounds so old, it wouldn’t be entirely wrong to say it’s a chance, right?

The skill “Radiant Praise,” while merely a level 6 Holy Light spell, wasn’t particularly geared toward healing, but with the Priestess’s attributes, it handled these minor injuries flawlessly.

Moreover, this skill provides buffs, much like the “Kiss of Light” that a certain Holy Knight received—a one-time use spell that had a permanent effect.

Although it doesn’t vastly improve light affinity and all attributes like the latter, it indeed provides a solid boost to strength and physical resilience, making it an indispensable component of the “One-time Payment Enhancement Bundle” in this world, especially suitable for fighters.

To be honest, Murong Yun isn’t half bad; he left quite a good impression on Vilyric. The Priestess couldn’t just ruin the latter half of his life as a martial artist over a sparring match. This casual spell was a small compensation.

Due to this incident, other sparring tests naturally paused for the moment. Ling Feng and Bai’er approached the Priestess, visibly astonished, while the guards hurriedly helped the excessively excited yet cruelly overlooked old White-bearded Doctor back up, tidying up the scene under the Prefect’s subtle directive.

“Weren’t we supposed to keep a low profile…?”

“Ahaha…”

In response to Ling Feng’s silently conveyed dissatisfaction, Vilyric could only force a smile but didn’t dare explain further in front of the now-approaching Prefect.

Truthfully, her original plan was merely to let Murong Yun throw a couple of punches, see how hard he could hit, and maybe knock him down.

But to her surprise, what was intended as just a scare to draw out this hesitant character’s full strength unleashed a burst of might that far exceeded the Priestess’s initial expectations.

Indeed, with his body just shy of legendary status, he leaped ten levels, unleashing a power that approached the threshold of the divine artifact “Feather Garb – Glarius.”

Had the Priestess not quickly suppressed him, the reflected attack from that single blow could have potentially killed Murong Yun, yet even so, the resulting backlash severely wounded him enough to trigger a cascade of further complications.

Though slightly beyond her plans, it wasn’t a big deal; Vilyric had not intended to hide her strength excessively. She simply went with the flow and showcased a portion of her power to avoid spending more effort on trivialities, wasting time.

Now it appeared, the outcome wasn’t half bad.

Following this commotion, the Prefect’s attention quickly shifted toward the three gathered young women. Confirming that Murong Yun was fine, he approached and greeted Vilyric willingly as a show of respect.

On that stern, authoritative face, a gentle smile emerged, one that wasn’t off-putting at all.

“Please, ladies, I am Wenfu, Prefect of Yangyuan County. May I have the honor of knowing your names?”

After a round of rather uneventful self-introductions, Wenfu quickly nodded again.

“Pleasure to meet you; I have witnessed your remarkable skills just now. Given this competition, there’s no need to continue. How about this: please come inside to rest, and after I finish today’s assessments, we can have a more in-depth conversation?”

Handling such formal diplomacy was Ling Feng’s forte, and she immediately engaged.

“Thank you, Prefect. We shall respectfully accept your kind offer.”

Wenfu nodded, and immediately a guard rushed forward to lead the way for Vilyric and the others as they proceeded toward the inner hall.

“Ha…”

Watching the three girls gradually disappear, Wenfu sighed lightly, shaking his head in resignation.

“In this small Yangyuan City, there lurks hidden talent; even high-level individuals have been drawn out by the news of the Qilin’s appearance. Who knows whether this is a blessing or a curse?”

The freshly dressed Murong Yun, seemingly quite familiar with the Prefect, soon spoke in a low voice.

“Although the attire and name of this Miss Vilyric are peculiar, and her origins uncertain, her medical art just now was calm and pure, truly righteous. There’s absolutely no way she harbors malicious intent. I believe she is worthy of a certain degree of trust.”

Wenfu remained noncommittal.

“Techniques and skills are still external matters and cannot fully represent a person’s character or essence. Moreover, the demeanor of these three is exceptional; their backgrounds are likely extraordinary… It doesn’t matter; this recruitment method itself is a mixture of fish and dragons. I will find opportunities to approach them again. Murong, can you still fight?”

“Of course! In fact, I feel invigorated, as if I’ve been reborn after the last burst of light… it’s truly something.”

“Such a phenomenon? This medical art is simply beyond rationality; if it could be widely disseminated…”

The Prefect waved his hand, signaling his chief assistant to continue managing the remaining assessments. He dismissed the guards but didn’t immediately return to his seat, instead, he turned to the still excited old medical practitioner beside him, clasping his hands in consultation.

“Old Mister Yanglin, you just referred to that Miss Vilyric as ‘Immortal.’ May I ask if that was an accidental slip of the tongue, or do you have solid evidence?”

The old White-bearded Doctor trembled as he opened his mouth, muttering.

“Immortal… that must be a true Immortal…”

His aged eyes slightly looked up toward the sky, seemingly lost in memory.

“The world only knows to classify the strongest into four realms: ‘Observing the Microscopic,’ ‘Holding the Heavens,’ ‘Climbing the Pinnacle,’ and ‘Seeking Immortality.’ Once one achieves the ‘Seeking Immortality’ level, they are regarded as unreachable peaks, but this is merely ignorance.”

“I once served my master, the old Bone Doctor, and during casual tea talks with a mysterious friend, I learned that cultivators actually have two distinct paths—one leads to mortals, and the other to immortals. Only by breaking through ‘Seeking Immortality’ and achieving the limit where one exists alongside nature in the ‘Common Longevity’ realm can one be considered a true Immortal Sage.

“And the ‘Common Longevity’ realm is just the beginning of ascending to immortality. Afterward, they say there are three more realms, as well as the supreme realm that surpasses all four, but unfortunately, it’s far too mysterious, and I can’t know more.”

“Breaking through to the ‘Common Longevity’ realm is as challenging as reaching the heavens. Although ‘Seeking Immortality’ practitioners may be scarce within the four nations, there are always some to be found in any era. However, true Immortal Sages can only be encountered by chance and cannot be sought.”

“I’ve heard that once one reaches this realm, they may enjoy at least a thousand years of longevity, remaining ageless. This Senior possesses the divine ability to transform decay into wonders with just a wave of her hand, yet appears to be in the bloom of youth—almost identical to my master’s mysterious friend. Is this not contrary to logic?”

“Thus, I conclude that she must be an entity above the ‘Common Longevity’ realm, at least responsible for hundreds of years of cultivation. Wenfu, this matter is of great importance; you cannot be negligent…”

“Such a hidden mystery… I have been enlightened.”

   

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