After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 242 An extra laborer

After a few days of learning, Meng Sheng seemed to be in no hurry at all, but that was just an illusion.

It concerns his dantian, and even more so his only skill; how could he be indifferent to it?

He used to be an enviable Earth-level alchemist, someone who was looked up to wherever he went, but now he's a cripple.

It's like a master falling to earth and suddenly becoming powerless.

If it weren't for his advanced age, the many experiences he had, and his relatively stable Dao heart, he might not have lasted this long.

The reason he tried to remain calm after joining the group was simply because the matter was not his own, and no matter how anxious he was, it would be useless.

However, Meng Sheng had been paying close attention to the situation inside the sect. He had roughly learned about all the sick cultivators. Apart from a few whose illnesses were not serious and who came to the Immortal Sect because they were really short of money, the others all had real intractable diseases that were extremely difficult to cure.

Even if it were him who wasn't injured, he could only save one or two out of ten people.

This matter stirred up Meng Sheng's emotions, filling him with both doubt and anticipation.

If the Immortal Sect can truly cure these people, then choosing to keep them is enough to show that the Immortal Sect has a Heavenly-level alchemist, and he must be one of the best among the Heavenly-level alchemists.

In this way, my injuries might actually be cured!

But do such people really exist? If they do, why would they help such a small sect as the Immortal Sect?
With his breakthrough pills and ability to cure intractable diseases, what sect could he not join? Wherever he goes, he can completely help the sect to thrive. The Immortal Sect is a perfect example of this.

Meng Sheng couldn't understand it, but since there was hope that his injury could be healed, he still held onto that expectation and secretly prayed that the senior really existed.

And now... has the senior already refined the pill for me?
He didn't have time to care about the broken pieces on the ground and was about to walk out of the cave when he got to the door. Only then did he realize that his clothes were dirty and it would be impolite, so he hurriedly changed his clothes.

"I am coming."

He walked into the main hall and found that there were quite a few people inside.

There is the sect leader Xu Yihan, the Grand Elder Liu Feng, and Du Yue, who is also a pill refiner.

Another maid was holding a little girl in her arms. He had heard of her name before; it was Mo Jiuwei.

I had long heard that Mo Jiuwei was very favored in the sect, and now it seems that it is indeed true.

Besides these people, there were several other new disciples who also fell ill.

Meng Sheng greeted everyone, then looked intently at Xu Yihan, "Sect Leader, is my pill ready?"

“Yes, it’s right here.” Xu Yihan nodded with a smile, gesturing for Du Yue to give him the medicine.

Meng Sheng stared intently at Du Yue... at the medicine bottle in her hand, feeling his breathing quicken.

"Master Meng, these are the pills that the master made for you. Please take them in front of everyone so that any problems can be detected in time."

Du Yue smiled and handed over the medicine bottle.

Who is the "master"?
It was Du Yue herself.

It can also be interpreted as Mo Jiuwei.

But whoever it is, this person must exist, possess extraordinary skills, and be elusive, appearing only briefly and never returning.

We need to let everyone know that the Immortal Sect has such a genius alchemist, whose strength surpasses that of all Heavenly-level alchemists, but he is loyal only to the Immortal Sect and will not meet with outsiders.

Only in this way can people be convinced and hesitate to act, making them unable to find a place to take action.

Of course, there's another reason: Du Yue's strength is too weak; she's currently not quite "worthy" of being mentioned. To be precise, it's not that she's not worthy, but rather that she can't be mentioned.

Because if she were to actually put it up there, she would be in danger, as countless forces would be drawn to it, vying for it and coercing her.

Therefore, installing a non-existent master on top of her would be beneficial to everyone.

Meng Sheng stiffly took the bottle, and held it in his hand for a long time without being able to move it. After calming himself down, he finally uncorked it.

He picked it up and smelled it closely. He could detect several precious medicinal herbs, all of which were beneficial and non-toxic, but he couldn't smell the main ingredient.

He was somewhat disappointed, but it was alright, because at least he could tell that it was non-toxic, or at most ineffective, and wouldn't cause any problems.

"Thank you."

He thanked them, and without thinking of anything else, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The other dozen or so sick disciples in the hall stared at him intently, their eyes filled with expectation and excitement.

This was Liu Feng's idea—

When treating a sick disciple, the sect had to find witnesses to facilitate the spread of the news both inside and outside the sect.

Otherwise, if you treat it behind closed doors, how will others know whether it works or not?
If they don't know, and if they are smeared, then they won't even have anyone to speak up for them.

Speaking of these sick disciples, it's common knowledge that they entered the Immortal Sect, and countless people are silently concerned about their conditions!

"Hmm..."

A sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and Meng Sheng's expression changed. He clutched his stomach, squatted down, and grabbed a pillar inside the hall with one hand.

There was a cramping pain there, accompanied by a burning sensation, as if some fire was burning in my lower abdomen!
"Master Meng, what's wrong?"

"What happened? Could something have gone wrong?!"

"How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong with you?"

A patient approached him with concern and helped him up.

These are people whose illnesses have not yet been cured. Because their symptoms are not severe, their treatment has been postponed.

It is precisely because they themselves have not yet received treatment that they pay special attention to the treatment of others. This allows them to get a reference for the strength of the Immortal Sect and to estimate whether they can be cured.

"I'm... fine."

Meng Sheng waved his hand, but couldn't say much.

He had sought treatment for the injury to his dantian. Although the external wounds seemed to have healed, the internal wounds had not fully healed, something he could sense himself.

Throughout the years since his injury, he has always felt something strange in his dantian, especially when he uses his spiritual power, the discomfort becomes more pronounced, as if there is a hole in his body.

But now, although my body is in pain, it is accompanied by a feeling of heat and itching, as if the wound is healing.

Gradually, the pain subsided, and the strange sensation I felt also decreased.

This process probably lasted for half an hour. Before they knew it, Meng Sheng had helped the person stand up. There was some sweat on his forehead, but his complexion was much better.

This surprised everyone who witnessed it.

"Is Master Meng alright?"

"How's his dantian? Could it be..."

"It actually works?"

"Is he better? Oh my god, no way..."

Once everything in his dantian had calmed down, Meng Sheng gathered his strength in his palm and struck the ground!

With a loud bang, a hole was punched in the ground, and debris flew everywhere.

A look of ecstasy appeared on his face!
Du Yue smiled.

That's great! At least I have someone to do the hard work, instead of having to work myself to the bone to refine pills all by myself.