Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

The medicinal herbs that Yan Hai delivered arrived even faster than Wu Liang had anticipated.

This old man is really concerned about his illness.

As soon as he entered, he told the servant to put down the medicine box, and then looked at Wu Liang with anticipation.

"Dr. Wu, please take a look, is this enough?"

Wu Liang opened the medicine box and looked through it.

it is good.

very good.

All the medicinal herbs needed to protect Hei Jiu's heart and prolong his life were now available.

One of the herbs, Nuanyangzhi, was even twenty years older than the one he wrote about.

Wu Liang sighed inwardly once again.

Butler Yan, you are such a kind person!

If it weren't for you, where would I have gotten all these precious medicinal herbs? And you didn't even charge me a penny!

His face remained calm, and he simply nodded.

That's enough.

"I naturally trust Steward Yan to handle things."

Yan Hai was overjoyed to hear this.

"Then this old man will not disturb Doctor Wu's medicine making any further."

He glanced at Hei Jiu and saw that the old man's body was covered with silver needles and his face was ashen, like a ghost. He felt a pang of emotion.

Dr. Wu is indeed a benevolent and kind-hearted doctor!

He was still willing to expend his energy to save this terminally ill patient who had no relatives or friends, even though his own illness was not fully cured.

Such magnanimity is truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"If you need anything, please let me know."

After saying that, Yan Hai wisely took his leave.

Wu Liang saw him to the door, and only after the man had walked away did he turn around and close the door.

"Cuckoo!"

He shouted outside.

Not long after, the little maid Dujuan came running in.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

As soon as she entered the house, she saw Hei Jiu sitting cross-legged inside, and her face turned pale with fright.

"Young master, what's wrong with this old man...?"

She wanted to say, "You look like you just crawled out of a grave," but she swallowed the words back down.

Wu Liang stuffed several medicinal herbs into her hands.

"Go and prepare the medicine."

"Keep the heat low, reduce three bowls of water to one bowl. Don't be lazy, and don't let anyone else touch it."

Du Juan nodded quickly.

"Okay, okay."

She couldn't help but steal another glance at Hei Jiu before running out with the medicinal herbs in her arms.

Hei Jiu coldly replied, "Cowardly as a mouse."

While preparing the medicine, Wu Liang replied, "Nonsense, who would dare to be bold seeing you looking like that?"

"She was kind-hearted by not performing a ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife on the spot."

Hei Jiu: "..."

Wu Liang sorted the medicinal materials and then took out a few more and ground them into a fine powder for later use.

Then, he walked back behind Hei Jiu.

"Next, I will try to neutralize the deathly aura within your body using my internal energy."

Hei Jiu's eyes narrowed.

Are you sure?

"Stop talking nonsense."

Wu Liang sat down cross-legged, placing his palms against Hei Jiu's vest.

"You are a patient now, follow instructions."

Hei Jiu didn't say anything more.

He also wanted to see just how capable this kid really was.

Wu Liang took a deep breath and began to circulate the Longevity Technique.

Within his dantian, a warm and enduring internal energy slowly emerged, flowing along his arm and gradually into Hei Jiu's body.

As soon as I went in.

Wu Liang's expression changed.

That deathly aura, like a demon that has caught the scent of life, pounced on us instantly!

It was cold and damp.

Viscous.

It carries a corrosive quality that sends chills down your spine.

Wu Liang felt a numbness in his palm as the deathly aura lashed back at him through his internal energy.

"grass!"

He couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

Hei Jiu closed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"I've said it before, the deathly aura of annihilation will backfire."

Wu Liang gritted his teeth.

"Shut up!"

He didn't immediately confront them head-on.

The internal energy of the Longevity Technique is not a domineering and fierce approach, but rather a long, gentle, and ever-renewing one.

Wu Liang forced himself to steady his mind, preventing his internal energy from colliding head-on with the deathly aura. Instead, he let his inner force seep into the edge of the deathly aura little by little, like a fine spring rain.

At first, it had almost no effect.

The deathly aura remained cold and menacing.

But slowly, Hei Jiu's withered body trembled slightly.

Because he sensed it.

The deathly aura that had plagued him for so long, which he himself could neither suppress nor dispel, was gradually diminished by the gentle internal force of Wu Liang.

It really was just a trace.

If Hei Jiu hadn't been extremely familiar with his own body, he might not have even noticed it.

But it has indeed become bland.

The feeling was like a layer of ice frozen for many years in the dead of winter, with a tiny, almost imperceptible crack appearing when a very faint spring breeze blew through it.

For the first time, Hei Jiu was truly shaken.

This kid's internal strength...

Not right.

Not masculine.

It's not feminine.

It is not the ordinary way for doctors to nourish and cultivate vital energy.

There was an incredibly rich life force within it.

Like a withered tree coming back to life.

Like embers rising from the ashes.

Perfect, it can overcome the deathly stillness.

Wu Liang's forehead was covered in sweat.

Dispelling the deathly aura of annihilation was far more difficult than he had imagined.

This thing is so insidious.

Every drop of paint melts away feels like peeling away the plaster from a wall bit by bit with your fingers.

tired.

too tired.

But he could sense that his approach was correct.

It's slow, but effective.

As long as it works, it's not a loss.

Time passed little by little.

The room was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Liang finally withdrew his palms, leaned back, and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Oh shit……"

He was panting heavily, his face pale. "This damn thing inside you is really troublesome."

Hei Jiu slowly opened her eyes.

He didn't speak immediately.

Instead, I quietly felt the changes within my body.

That aura of desolation and death still lingers.

The sword energy remains.

The thunder and fire are still there.

His injuries are far from healed.

However, the meridian that Wu Liang had swept through with his internal force actually felt a little lighter.

A sense of relaxation I haven't felt in a long time.

Hei Jiu was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What's the name of your internal energy cultivation technique?"

Wu Liang looked up at him.

"It's a family heirloom."

Hei Jiu sneered.

"Did your ancestors' graves emit auspicious smoke, allowing you to pass down this kind of internal skill?"

Wu Liang rolled his eyes.

"My family's ancestral graves not only emit blue smoke, but also colorful rays of light."

Hei Jiu didn't ask any more questions.

Just then, Dujuan came running in carrying a bowl of medicine.

"Young master, the medicine is ready."

Wu Liang took the medicine bowl, blew on it, and handed it to Hei Jiu.

"drink."

Hei Jiu glanced at the dark, murky medicinal soup.

Is it bitter?

Wu Liang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Seriously, Old Black? You're getting on in years, and you're still afraid of hardship?"

Hei Jiu coldly replied, "I'm just asking."

"rest assured."

Wu Liang said with a smile, "It's incredibly bitter."

Hei Jiu took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

He didn't even frown.

Wu Liang clicked his tongue.

"Okay, at least you have some backbone."

After the medicinal soup enters the stomach, the warmth slowly spreads, protecting the heart and warming the lower abdomen.

Hei Jiu closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

Wu Liang, however, did not rest.

He returned to the medicine table and began processing the herbs that had already been prepared.

The medicine is sliced ​​with a knife, ground into powder with a mortar and pestle, lit with charcoal, and the alchemy furnace is preheated.

As they did each task, their movements became faster and more stable.

He wants to refine two things.

One batch of pills to crush the impermanent.

A group of people, drunk on the gentle breeze.

The former saved lives.

The latter absconded.

None of them can be missing.

Hei Jiu leaned against the wall, quietly watching him work.

This young doctor is foul-mouthed, greedy, and shameless; he doesn't seem like a decent person at all.

But his medical skills are indeed ridiculously high.

Internal strength was something that had never been heard of before.

In particular, that warm, vibrant energy just now was able to gradually dissolve and extinguish the deathly aura.

This caused a spark to ignite for the first time in the long-dormant ashes in Hei Jiu's heart.

Very faint.

But it truly exists.

He stared at Wu Liang's retreating figure, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

This child's medical skills, internal strength, and intellect are all extraordinary.

If I can really survive, perhaps...

It's not like you have to take that thing on you to the grave.

……