Chapter 127
Li Qingran took a deep breath, her mind slowly shaking off the fog: “If my master knew, he definitely wouldn’t ask this… Since that’s the case, it’s just a piece of cloth. As long as I don’t say anything, my master will never know. So, what’s the point of being so pretentious?”
“Since my master likes it, as his most devoted disciple, I should do something for him!”
“Li Qingran, it’s clearly you who’s overthinking! You deserve a good smack!”
Li Qingran gently slapped her flushed cheeks, gradually calming herself down.
She placed the box containing the fabric on the table, then took out needles, thread, and a spirit stone, sitting upright as she began to make tea bags. When she pulled out a piece of fabric adorned with frogs and lotus leaves, she hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to include it—just hidden inside the tea bag.
“As long as I don’t say anything…”
“My master will never know!”
Thinking of this, her heart felt at ease.
…
Chen Huai'an put on his clothes, preparing to head out.
From Li Qingran’s reaction, the authenticity of the fabric’s origin was nearly certain.
If Li Qingran was indeed a real person, pressing her further would be rather impolite.
He had to be prepared for both possibilities, not treating Li Qingran as merely a game NPC existing for his sake.
So, he refrained from pressing her and instead employed a strategy of diversion.
As for why he needed tea bags and pillowcases…
It was simple—he had recently developed a fondness for tea.
And he wanted to replace his old pillowcase.
Is there a problem with that?
No problem at all!
Chen Huai'an hopped into a taxi, a half-eaten youtiao (fried dough stick) dangling from his mouth. “Driver, take me to the Panjiayuan Market.”
“Sure thing! Buckle up!”
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Chapter 135: A Hope for Healing
“Huai'an, this is your oncologist, a healer with awakened abilities, Xiang Xiaoyuan.”
In a secluded spice shop at Panjiayuan Market, there was more than met the eye.
The bearded man sat directly across from Chen Huai'an, with a shy girl standing beside him.
Compared to before, the bearded man had undergone a mechanical transformation, sporting a flashy mechanical arm.
Chen Huai'an noticed a woman sitting behind a screen, but she didn’t make an appearance, and he didn’t bother to ask more, simply smiling politely at Xiang Xiaoyuan.
The girl wasn’t particularly striking, but she had a comforting presence, reminiscent of a tranquil stream in a quaint village. Her fair skin and large eyes turned rosy under Chen Huai'an’s smile, and she quickly lowered her gaze to her toes.
“Huai'an, don’t be fooled by Xiaoyuan’s shyness. She’s a top-tier healer, and I went through a lot of trouble to get her for you! She’s already saved over a hundred people!”
Flattered by the bearded man’s praise, Xiang Xiaoyuan’s face turned even redder, wishing she could hide her chin in her ample bosom.
“Is she really that amazing?” Chen Huai'an asked, surprised as he glanced at Xiang Xiaoyuan.
He hadn’t come with high hopes, but the bearded man’s words sparked a flicker of anticipation.
“Absolutely! You should let Xiaoyuan take a look at you! Hahaha!” The bearded man was brimming with confidence, thinking that if Xiaoyuan cured Chen Huai'an’s cancer, perhaps Chen would take an interest in the Demon-Slaying Division.
He had just learned from Old Li that Chen Huai'an was the “Sword Qi Kid.”
This only intensified his desire to recruit Chen into the division.
“What should I do?” Chen Huai'an asked as he sat down across from Xiang Xiaoyuan.
“You just need to extend your hand toward me…” Xiang Xiaoyuan said, her eyes downcast, her voice as soft as her petite frame, almost like a mosquito buzzing.
Chen Huai'an extended his hand, reaching over Xiang Xiaoyuan’s head.
Xiang Xiaoyuan: “…”
“Please bring it closer; it’s hard for me to work like this.”
Chen Huai'an pulled his hand back, curling his fingers.
Xiang Xiaoyuan: “…”
Wait, is this guy really the powerful healer the bearded man talked about?
Why does he feel so… robotic?
Xiang Xiaoyuan took a deep breath, gazing at Chen Huai'an’s clear yet clueless eyes, and softly said, “Just give me your hand!”
“Oh.” Chen Huai'an extended his hand to her.
He watched as Xiang Xiaoyuan grasped his wrist; her hand was small, soft, and warm.
A milky glow enveloped the connection between his palm and wrist.
Xiang Xiaoyuan’s expression shifted from her usual shyness to a serious demeanor, her brows furrowing slightly as her face grew more solemn.
After a moment, she released his damp hand, staring at Chen Huai'an in disbelief, as if she were looking at a monster.
“How is this possible?”
The bearded man leaned in eagerly. “What’s going on? Take your time, Xiaoyuan!”
“His body is already occupied by seventy percent cancer cells. These cells are constantly draining his nutrients. Logically, he shouldn’t be able to survive even a minute…”
Xiang Xiaoyuan’s voice trailed off.
Theoretically, Chen Huai'an should have been drained dry by the cancer cells during her examination.
Yet, here he was, sitting right in front of her.
His complexion was rosy, his eyes bright—he didn’t look like a cancer patient at all.
Cancer cells harm their host according to the law of conservation of energy.
If Chen Huai'an was alive, it meant that the energy sustaining the cancer cells wasn’t his life force; there was another source of energy continuously feeding these cells, preventing any malignant symptoms from surfacing.
The bearded man didn’t care whether Chen Huai'an had seventy or eighty percent cancer cells; he simply asked Xiang Xiaoyuan, “Can you handle this, Xiaoyuan?”
Xiang Xiaoyuan nodded at Chen Huai'an. “Before I learned the breathing technique, my abilities couldn’t work for long periods. But now, with the technique’s help, I’m confident I can eliminate all the cancer cells in Chen Huai'an’s body.”
Her ability was to generate universal healing factors.
These factors could not only heal injuries but also target and eliminate diseases. They could even revive flesh and regenerate severed limbs, but the bearded man had chosen to pursue mechanical ascension, neglecting her healing methods.
“Really?!” The bearded man exclaimed, overjoyed.
Xiang Xiaoyuan blushed and shyly added, “Aside from me, no one else in the world should be able to cure Chen Huai'an…”
“Great, great, great!” The bearded man slapped his thigh.
Of course, he was thrilled to find someone who could heal someone like Chen Huai'an.
Even if Chen Huai'an didn’t join the Demon-Slaying Division, having him alive was a good thing for this crumbling world.
Hearing Xiang Xiaoyuan say that, Chen Huai'an felt a surge of excitement.
Previously, he thought his condition was due to the cancer cells, foolishly believing he was some kind of tumor superhero. If someone had told him that his cancer cells could be completely eradicated back then, he might have felt regret.
But now he understood that his abilities had nothing to do with the cancer cells.
So, what was there to discuss?
Just treat it!
“Xiaoyuan, is there anything we need to prepare?” the bearded man asked eagerly.
“No need, just give us a quiet room,” she replied.
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The new base of the Demon-Slaying Division in Tianfu District was even more extraordinary than Chen Huai'an had imagined.
He thought the hidden door at the back of the spice shop was the limit.
Little did he know, there was another hidden door leading to an elevator.
Taking the elevator down revealed an even larger space.
Inside, there was a task hall resembling a waiting room, along with many separate small rooms.
Due to its recent construction, these small rooms had yet to be assigned specific functions.
Chen Huai'an and Xiang Xiaoyuan were placed in one of these small rooms.
“Chen, just lie down on that bed, close your eyes, and leave the rest to me,” Xiang Xiaoyuan instructed.
Being in the same room with such a handsome man made her face feel hot from the moment they entered.
But when it came to work, she was serious.
As her hand rested on Chen Huai'an’s leg, all her shyness was forcibly suppressed, and her face turned serious.
“Now, we’re going to begin!”
As her words fell, a soft white light blossomed in Xiang Xiaoyuan’s eyes.
White light patterns, resembling the veins of leaves, spread across her exposed arms and calves.
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