Qin Qiaoqiao finally stopped and turned around, asking, "What's wrong?"
"The divine doctor your aunt found isn't him. That divine doctor is currently outside our manor," the middle - aged man explained.
"What?"
Hearing this, Qin Qiaoqiao stared at Xu Mu again. "The divine doctor my aunt found isn't you?"
"I'm not any divine doctor. It was Senior Qin Ju who asked me to come," Xu Mu said calmly.
"My grandpa?"
Qin Qiaoqiao was skeptical, but then she pointed at Xu Mu fiercely. "Stinky boy! Just you wait!"
After saying that, she immediately ran towards the outside of the manor.
Xu Mu still hadn't figured out the situation yet, but at least he understood one thing.
That was, Qin Qiaoqiao had found the wrong person. The one she wanted to tell to get out wasn't him.
Anyway, it wasn't far from here to the manor gate. Xu Mu put his hands in his pockets and prepared to go and see what was going on.
When he got there, his eyes suddenly fixed. It was Chen Xuan!
Seeing this, he finally understood what had happened.
It should be that someone in the Qin family was ill, and Qin Ju's daughter had invited Chen Xuan, this divine doctor.
But Qin Qiaoqiao didn't want Chen Xuan to treat the patient.
He was too familiar with this kind of plot.
Qin Qiaoqiao looked down on Chen Xuan's medical skills. Then, under Qin Qiaoqiao's ridicule, Chen Xuan cured the patient.
Finally, feeling guilty, Qin Qiaoqiao would end up in Chen Xuan's harem.
"Get out! Our Qin family doesn't welcome you!"
Qin Qiaoqiao pointed at Chen Xuan's face and scolded.
Just then, an older woman walked out from the manor.
She looked to be in her early forties. She had permed hair and was thin without any signs of getting fat.
She was well - maintained, and there were hardly any traces of time on her face.
But it might not be the same in other aspects.
Xu Mu could tell from the way this woman walked that she was also an ancient martial artist.
"Qiaoqiao! What are you doing?"
Qin Yanzi shouted from afar.
"Aunt! I should be asking you what you're doing!"
Qin Qiaoqiao turned around, her face cold. "Neither Chinese nor foreign famous doctors could cure him. You found a rural doctor in the mountains to treat my dad?"
"He's a divine doctor. His fame has spread far and wide in the neighboring villages," Qin Yanzi walked over and said.
"Far and wide in the neighboring villages? Which of the famous doctors we've found isn't well - known?"
Qin Qiaoqiao's tone got colder and colder. "I think your so - called treatment is just a pretext. You actually want him to kill my dad, don't you?"
"Qin Qiaoqiao! How dare you be so presumptuous! Your dad is my own brother. My affection for him is no less than yours!"
Qin Yanzi pointed at Qin Qiaoqiao and shouted coldly. Then she looked at Chen Xuan. "Mr. Chen, please come with me."
"No! As long as I'm here today, no one can get in!"
Qin Qiaoqiao blocked the outside of the gate.
"Miss Qin, if it weren't for the high price you offered, I wouldn't have come down the mountain. Let me make it clear first, I won't refund the money," Chen Xuan put the urea woven bag on his shoulder and smiled at Qin Yanzi.
Xu Mu was standing aside, watching the show with his hands in his pockets.
He had previously observed the protagonist's life with the Eye of God and already knew about it.
He was an orphan, adopted by an old senior and raised on the mountain.
This old senior was very mysterious. Usually, many experts would come to visit him.
Gradually, they got familiar with Chen Xuan and taught him some skills. They could be regarded as his half - masters.
Later, this old senior passed away.
Chen Xuan kept vigil for a senior for three years. During this period, he treated several widows in the village and gained quite a reputation.
Later, people from far and wide with difficult and complicated diseases would come to him.
It seemed that he was invited out by Qin Yanzi.
Just as the group was at a standstill, a black Hongqi Guoya sedan drove over from a distance.
The car stopped outside the gate of the manor.
The rear door opened, and an old man in hemp clothes stepped out.
He had a long white beard, and his once messy hair was now slicked back into a pompadour.
"What's going on? A bunch of people blocking the door."
Qin Ju walked over with a smile on his face.
"Grandpa!"
Seeing him, Qin Qiaoqiao immediately rushed over and buried her face in Qin Ju's chest.
"Dad! You're back?"
Qin Yanzi also said.
"What's going on here?" Qin Ju asked with a smile.
"Let me tell you!"
Qin Qiaoqiao told the whole story of this incident.
Hearing this, Qin Ju then looked at the man carrying a urea woven bag beside him.
"You know medicine?" Qin Ju asked.
"Not bad. At least, I can cure the widows in the village every time."
Chen Xuan replied with a faint smile.
"Come in."
After Qin Ju said that, he walked towards the inside of the manor.
"Grandpa..."
"Your aunt means well. Besides, it doesn't hurt to let him take a look."
Qin Ju said with a smile as he stroked Qin Qiaoqiao's head. Then he walked towards Xu Mu inside the manor and asked, "How long have you been here?"
"Just arrived."
Xu Mu replied with a smile.
Only then did Qin Yanzi notice the stranger beside her.
"All of you follow me."
Qin Ju said cheerfully.
Xu Mu followed behind Qin Ju and the others and walked towards the villa in the distance.
"Dude, you look a bit familiar."
Chen Xuan sized up Xu Mu.
"We seem to have met on the plane."
Xu Mu said to Chen Xuan.
"Oh, I remember."
After Chen Xuan said that, he looked ahead and stopped talking.
He didn't know why, but he just felt that this guy was a bit of a show - off.
Was it because he was taller and better - looking than himself?
Led by Qin Ju, they all came to a bedroom on the first floor of the villa. There was a middle - aged man lying there.
The middle - aged man's face was extremely pale, and his whole body was so emaciated that he was just skin and bones.
"To be honest with you, this is my son, Qin Wu. Our Qin family has always been upright, but I don't know what evil has befallen us. Two of my sons have died one after another."
Qin Ju sighed deeply. "My youngest son, the third one, also fell into a coma and became a vegetable after going out once."
Xu Mu already understood what Qin Ju had invited him here for.
Previously, he had told Qin Ju that he knew medicine.
So, like Chen Xuan, Qin Ju must have invited him here to treat his son.
"Which one of you will take a look first?"
Qin Ju looked at Xu Mu and Chen Xuan respectively.
Qin Yanzi and Qin Qiaoqiao looked at Xu Mu. So this guy was also here to treat the patient.
"You go first. Medicine is not my forte. I only know a little."
Xu Mu said to Chen Xuan.
"Then I won't decline your kind offer."
Chen Xuan put down his woven bag. There was also a bit of annoyance in his heart.
This girl, Qin Qiaoqiao, dared to look down on him. Then he would surely amaze everyone here.
Chen Xuan walked up to Qin Wu, reached out and grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse.
After a long time, he finally said, "This is not a disease. He's been injured."
Hearing this, Qin Ju narrowed his eyes slightly. "But there are no injury marks on his body surface."
"Quack doctor!"
Hearing this, Qin Qiaoqiao pointed at Chen Xuan and shouted sharply.
"It's an internal injury. There's something wrong inside his body," Chen Xuan said calmly. "It's not easy to treat. To be honest with you, there are definitely not many people in the whole world who can cure him, and I'm one of them."
Hearing this, Qin Ju was extremely shocked. "How should it be treated?"
"It's very troublesome. It requires rare natural treasures. Of course, you guys will definitely have to provide them."
Crossing his arms, Chen Xuan looked at Qin Yanzi. "Miss Qin, the money you gave is not enough. If you want me to treat him, you'll have to pay a price."
Hearing this, Qin Ju pondered for a moment, then looked at Xu Mu. "Why don't you take a look?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!