How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

The outside world is already bustling with activity.

It was very quiet inside the cave.

Old Qi rubbed a few strands of his goatee, seemingly wanting to discuss some issues with Zhou Wenju.

But Zhou Wenju stood up and went into the inner room of the cave.

This is his bedroom tonight.

The village girl picked up the kettle from the stove, poured boiling water into a wooden basin next to it, carefully tested the water temperature, and then carried the basin into his room.

Zhou Wenju looked up, and the village girl blushed. She placed the wooden basin at his feet and said, "Young master, please wash your feet."

"Okay," Zhou Wenju said.

The village girl reached out to help him take off his shoes, but Zhou Wenju was taken aback and quickly withdrew his foot, saying, "I can do it myself."

"It's alright. Young master didn't bring any maids with him when he went out. If you don't mind that I'm clumsy, please use me as your maid."

"No need for that, really no need!" Zhou Wenju said, "I'm not that delicate."

Under his insistence, the village girl dared not persist any longer.

He stood up straight and waited on the side.

Zhou Wen raised his feet and placed them in the foot bath, enjoying the comfortable stimulation of the hot water.

For a moment, it was quite pleasant.

A village girl's soft voice came from the side: "Young master, you may have misunderstood the Immortal Healer today."

Zhou Wenju slowly raised his head.

"The healer's reluctance to let you get close is truly out of kindness, really..."

"A kind gesture?" Zhou Wenju was slightly surprised.

"The Immortal Healer carries an aura of wickedness. Cultivators who approach her will suffer damage to their cultivation, and those who cultivate literature should especially avoid her. Young Master is a literary cultivator, and she was worried that her aura of wickedness would disturb his cultivation. So she quickly stopped him. Young Master left in anger, and I saw the look in her eyes. She was very disappointed, and she even tripped and fell when she left..."

"A wicked aura..." Zhou Wenju exclaimed in shock, "How could this be?"

The Way of Heaven and the Way of Immorality are poison to each other.

This applies to all cultivation methods, whether it's pulse cultivation, literary cultivation, or blood cultivation.

No matter how a healer cultivates, they shouldn't have any connection with the aura of the Dao. How could they possibly carry the aura of the Dao?

The village girl explained, "That's why the villagers respectfully call her the Healer; she truly has the heart of a healer..."

Back then, when the Immortal Physician came to Hexi Valley, he was still a disciple of the Holy Family of the Sage Physician.

They also performed the miraculous life-extending technique with gold paper that Zhou Wenju performed today.

However, she encountered a cultivator who had fallen into the Valley of No Way, where the evil energy permeated his internal organs, causing him unbearable pain and putting his life on the verge of death.

His wife and daughter knelt on the ground, begging the healer to save their lives.

This healer used the great medical skill "Qi Exchange Technique" to transfer the evil Qi from the cultivator to himself.

The ascetic was saved.

However, she lost her literary cultivation skills and became a person devoid of morality, with her entire body permeated with a sense of wickedness.

Although her medical skills were superb, she could only barely save her own life, not retain any of her cultivation.

Even more critically, her body underwent changes.

She no longer fit into this Heavenly Dao; under its influence, every breath she took was painful.

Therefore, she could only live on the outer half of Wudao Mountain.

There, where the primordial energy resides, she can breathe freely.

She remained enthusiastic, and would help any villager with a serious illness, but no longer with the miraculous methods of a medical sage, but with common methods such as herbs and prescriptions.

The villagers were grateful for her kindness, and no matter how poor the valley was, they would always send her some food, oil, salt, and daily necessities regularly.

However, every time these things are delivered to Bandao Peak, the person delivering them always falls ill due to the influence of the evil energy.

As time went on, the Healer resolutely refused any more gifts from the villagers. She cultivated several fields on Halfway Peak, planting crops and vegetables...

A story, a character...

Zhou Wenju's heart was in turmoil...

Saving strangers without regard for the cost—in his previous world, there was a term that had been overused: "saintly heart." However, this girl is very different from the "saintly heart" of that world. The saintly heart of that world morally blackmails a group of people to achieve their own little bit of "happiness." But this girl called the Immortal Healer is truly willing to step up when something happens, risking her own life to save the life of a stranger.

Is this the Virgin Mary?

Or are they truly practicing the benevolent heart of doctors that is "covered in newspapers but rarely seen in reality"?

"It seems I owe her... a token of courtesy!" Zhou Wenju raised his gaze and looked towards the sky outside the cave.

"Young master, please don't say that. You just don't know her character," the village girl said. "I'm telling you this so that you and she, who are such good people, won't harbor any resentment towards each other."

The water had cooled down. The village girl picked up the foot-washing basin and left the cave, gently closing the wooden door behind her.

Zhou Wen raised his hand to rest his head, quietly gazing at the cave ceiling in the darkness.

Half an hour later, he fell asleep.

When I woke up, the room was quiet, and a figure stood at the head of the bed like a wooden stake.

Zhou Wenju exclaimed in surprise, "Old Qi, isn't this a bit scary?"

Old Qi scratched his head: "It was the same when I went out with the master before... He didn't think there was anything wrong with it."

"My dad's a master of literature, his senses are incredibly sharp. He could smell what you ate for your last meal even if you farted from eight feet away. How can you compare to me?!" Zhou Wenju glared at him. "Remember this from now on: you sleep yours, I'll sleep mine. Knock before you enter the room..."

"Young master, how much longer do you plan to stay here?" Old Qi asked. "Shouldn't we be heading back?"

"You go back first! I'll stay here for a few days..."

"You're really thinking of creating that kind of magical artifact you mentioned?" Old Qi asked.

"What? You want to snitch?" Zhou Wenju glared at him irritably.

"Young master, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Old Qi asked him.

"Hmm? Old Qi, you're getting interesting, telling both the truth and lies?" Zhou Wenju said.

"The lie is, I would never have betrayed you!"

"Damn! The truth? You're really going to snitch on me?"

"The truth is, I don't believe a word of the kind of magical artifact you're talking about... Last night, I just couldn't quite grasp it."

It shoots farther and is more lethal than a bow and arrow, can be fired in rapid succession, and can be used even by women and children with no archery skills...

What do you think?

If you're so awesome, why don't you just fly to the sky?

If the Mohists truly possessed such a divine artifact, then why would their disciples need to risk their lives to uphold their principle of "non-aggression and cessation of war"?

Old Qi didn't quite grasp this concept at first.

It wasn't until midnight that I finally realized this.

"Alright then, consider it as me having a few days of fun here." Zhou Wenju was too lazy to explain further.

"Is this place...is it fun here?" Old Qi said, "In my opinion, young master, why don't you come with me to the riverbank? I believe that if the master knew that you have already obtained the literary talent..."

Zhou Wenju interrupted directly: "Today, I won't go by your opinion; let's go by my opinion instead!"

Old Qi finally turned around.

As I was leaving, I saw the village girl. Her face was unusually red early in the morning.

Old Qi glanced back at Zhou Wenju and wondered why this young master seemed to be increasingly resembling a client of prostitutes.

Could that be the reason?

The valley gave him a kind of thrill that young people like.

The wealthy young men of the city, tired of the glamorous women in brothels, had a particular fondness for village girls.

Could it be that my young master has also been infected by this trend?

Well, no matter how much nonsense he acts, he's still more refined than those young masters from the He family. At least this country girl seems completely willing...

Old Qi left the mountain and headed back; he was already uphill in no time.

The village girl's heart pounded. When she turned around and saw Zhou Wenju squinting at the bright winter sun behind her, her heart beat even faster.

"Young lady, is the Halfway Peak you mentioned yesterday over there?" Zhou Wenju pointed in the direction of Wudao Mountain.

Wudao Mountain there seems to be in a completely different world from this place.

Here, the winter sun shines brightly.

Over there, everything was shrouded in a gray haze.

The village girl was startled: "Yes, young master, you must not go there."

"Why not? I told you, I owe her courtesy!" Zhou Wenju said leisurely.

"Young master, you really shouldn't go there, you'll..."

"Tell Zhang Laosan to hurry up and refine what I need. Let me know when it's done!" Zhou Wen waved his hand behind his head, then moved like a wisp of smoke, disappearing from the mountain in a flash. His figure flashed through the crowd, then vanished again...

The village girl stood there, stunned.

She was young and hadn't met many men from outside the area.

This young man completely overturned her understanding of men...

He's so handsome.

That's quite capable.

He just won't listen to advice, he's as stubborn as a mule...