Chapter 11: Spirit Medicine Hall!

  Mu Tian'en shook his head, "If you're determined to go, I won't stop you. However, I must advise you that this year's Elite Conference is different from previous years, it's best not to go. Although you don't have the foundation of a musician, I think your brain is quite agile. If you're willing, why not stay here and learn medicine with me?"

  "What about medicine?" Xiao Yun heard this and shook his head with a bitter smile, "I just want to become stronger, I have no interest in the art of healing!"

  "Who told you that the path of a doctor isn't the path of a strong person? If you follow me to learn the way of medicine, I guarantee that your achievements will be extraordinary. Moreover, with your natural talent, even if you entered the elite academy, it would still be very difficult for you to achieve anything higher in this life." said Mu Tian'en.

  "What is the way of happy doctors?" Xiao Yun muttered to himself in a low voice.

  "The heavens have five elements and six energies, humans have five organs and six viscera, music has five notes and six rhythms. What is called 'music medicine' is using the power of music to cure life and death, evil diseases, and save people from water and fire!" Mu Tian'en stroked his beard, "It's said that 500,000 years ago, a shocking war broke out on the continent of Tian Yue, affecting the four tribes of humans, demons, ghosts, and barbarians. The war lasted for a hundred years, with each tribe suffering heavy casualties. Following this, a terrible disease spread, causing the entire continent to fall into darkness, with mourning and bloodshed everywhere. This was the greatest disaster in the history of Tian Yue. A young scholar from Qingzhou, on top of Kunshan Mountain, carved a flute from bamboo and gathered the sounds of heaven and earth to create a melody called 'Spring Melting Snow', eliminating all evil in the world and accumulating infinite merit to become a great sage, establishing the way of music medicine!"

  When saying these words, Mu Tian'en's face was filled with reverence, immersed in infinite admiration for the saint. Xiao Yun heard this and also admired him greatly. Just one melody had saved the entire Tian Le Continent. The saint's melody that achieved enlightenment, Chun Rong Hua Xue, but what kind of melody could it be?

  "The young man I'm talking about is the ancestor of our medical family, the great saint Shennong from ancient times!" Mu Tian'en was lost in thought for a moment before turning to Xiao Yun, "So, there are countless ways to cultivate one's skills. To become a strong person, you don't need to be fixated on just one path. Your comprehension is not bad. If you follow me and learn medicine, with time, you will definitely achieve something. Even if you're just a young boy, relying solely on your identity as a medical practitioner, you'll still be able to command respect from countless strong individuals."

  Xiao Yun fell silent for a moment, then looked up at Mu Tian'en. This old man was usually taciturn and rarely spoke, but today he had said so much to him, which was indeed somewhat unusual. However, Xiao Yun, who had met countless people, could still sense the kindness in the old man's words.

  "Thank you for your kindness, Senior. I appreciate it, but I still want to give it a try!" Xiao Yun said to Mu Tian'en after a moment.

  Xiao Yun believed that his situation was not entirely without foundation, only because he practiced the Seven Sounds Way, so the Five Sounds Wheel could not detect his foundation. He walked a path vastly different from others, and as long as he persisted, he would surely achieve something.

  His words fell, Xiao Yun waited nervously for Mu Tian'en's scolding, but surprisingly, after waiting for half a day, he didn't see Mu Tian'en scold him.

  "How many people want to worship me as their master but can't, and yet you, a young boy, are unwilling. Alas, everyone has their own aspirations. I only hope that you won't regret it later. Go ahead and try your luck at the Elite Conference in half a month."

  Mu Tian'en gently shook his head, with a hint of regret between his eyebrows. In his opinion, Xiao Yun was after all a natural-born prodigy, and even if he didn't have the innate talent for cultivation, his comprehension abilities were not something ordinary people could compare to. If he followed him to learn medicine, he would definitely achieve great things in the future.

  "Thank you for your help, senior." Xiao Yun's face lit up with joy.

  "Go cook, after lunch, send the Qingling San that was refined last night to the Lingyao Hall." Mu Tian'en threw out a sentence and ignored Xiao Yun, turning around to continue arranging his medicinal materials.

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  Qīng líng sǎn, is specially provided for the elite disciples within the sect. This spiritual medicine can make one's mind more alert and aware during cultivation, making it easier to sense the presence of the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, allowing for twice the result with half the effort.

  After lunch, following Mo Tian'en's orders, Xiao Yun put on the elixir that Mo Tian'en had been refining all night and headed to the Qian Shan Men branch.

  Because of Xiao Yun's mistake, only two furnaces of Qingling San were successfully refined last night, and a total of about 50 bottles were filled. Xiao Yun carried the package to the garrison, searched around, inquired and finally found the direction of Lingyao Hall.

  The elite disciples on the mountain receive a certain amount of elixir every month, and the Lingyao Hall is where the spiritual medicine is stored. At the beginning of each month, the elite disciples will come here to collect their medicine.

  A two-story small building, surrounded by a circle of lush trees, feels very cool. When Xiao Yun arrived at the Lingyao Hall, there was only one manager who looked like he was in his fifties, dozing off on the table.

  "Who are you?"

  The guard was highly vigilant. As soon as Xiao Yun stepped through the gate, he woke up and saw a strange face, his eyebrows involuntarily furrowing.

  "My name is Xiao Yun, I'm here to deliver medicine from Mount Hou!"

  "Huh?"

  The old man was taken aback for a moment, and his sleepy eyes scanned Xiao Yun's body, "How come I've never seen you before?"

  "I'm new here, this is my first time coming." Xiao Yun explained.

  "Hmm!" The old man's face suddenly looked enlightened, and he pointed to the table in front of him, saying to Xiao Yun, "Put it here!"

  Xiao Yun hastily put down the package containing the spiritual medicine on the table.

  "Uncle Shi!"

  Just then, a commotion was heard outside the door, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, and two young men walked in.

  Xiao Yun turned his head to take a look, and the two were dressed in finery. At a glance, it was clear that they were disciples of the Elite Academy. They had a robust spirit and a handsome appearance, with their heads held high and strides wide. Their laughter could be heard from afar.

  Xiao Yun's gaze fell on one of them, and he was taken aback for a moment. It was a half-familiar face - Xiao Ming, the one who had been brought to the mountain by Huang Si Hai himself.

  "Huh? Is it you?" Almost at the same time, Xiao Ming also recognized Xiao Yun.

  "Xiao Shidi, do you know him?"

  The young man next to him was slightly taller than Xiao Ming, with a broad forehead and high nose, and his appearance was also superior. The young man looked at Xiao Yun for several eyes, seeing that Xiao Yun was dressed in casual clothes, thinking that he must be a lower-ranking person on the mountain. This younger brother of his had just come up the mountain not long ago, how could he be familiar with the lower-ranking people?

  Xiao Ming suddenly came back to his senses and hastily smiled at the young man, "Qin Shixiong, this is the person I was telling you about last night!"

  "Oh?" The young man thought for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and immediately said, "Is it the one you mentioned who has no musical talent, poor bones, and still wants to go up the mountain to seek the Tao?"

  "That's right, it's him!" Xiao Ming nodded with a smile.

  That young man heard this and turned his face to Xiao Yun. At this time, his face already had a hint of disdain. "I, Qin Yu, was eight years old when I went up the mountain. Now I'm twenty-three years old. With a good foundation in music, it took me fifteen years to cultivate to the initial stage of musical mastery. Xiao Shidi, as your senior brother, let me tell you that not everyone can walk the path of music cultivation. What's this nonsense about diligence making up for clumsiness?"

  "Yes, Brother Qin is absolutely right, I've learned from him." Xiao Ming bowed his hands to the young man.

  It was just a conversation between two people, but to Xiao Yun's ears, it was so piercing. These words were obviously meant for him to hear.

  Xiao Ming turned his face to look at Xiao Yun, with a smile as warm as spring breeze on his face. "Brother Xiao, I don't know where you were assigned to do odd jobs? How did you end up here?"

  The mocking color between his eyebrows was captured by Xiao Yun's sensitive eyes. From the beginning, Xiao Yun had little good impression of this surname Xiao. The feeling he gave him was only one - too fake.

  Don't hit a smiling face, although unpleasant, Xiao Yun also pretended to smile and nodded at Xiao Ming, "I came here to deliver medicine and was about to leave!"

  "Delivering medicine?" Xiao Ming was taken aback.

  "Seeing Xiao brother's spring breeze and pride, I suppose you've already found a famous teacher?" Xiao Yun said calmly.

  As soon as this was mentioned, Xiao Ming's mouth curved into a slight arc, and in front of Xiao Yun, that kind of substantial superiority was revealed without a trace. "This morning, I just paid homage to Yuan Hua Zhenren as my master."

  This is the gap, between those with good roots and those with poor roots, the treatment can be said to have differed by ten million eight thousand miles. However, in Xiao Yun's heart, there was no envy, jealousy or hatred. As for what Xiao Miao meant by "Yuan Hua True Person", he had no idea, but judging from Xiao Miao's expression, which seemed to suggest that his tail was about to reach the sky, it should also be a big shot.