The Invincible Supreme Medical God

In the group, there was still one person left, and that was Sha Yun. Typically, half-beast creatures were underestimated and enslaved, but because of her silver eyes, everyone knew she was under the beast contract. No one dared to touch her, especially since she had the backing of both the Rong Family and the cavalry. Attempting to subdue a woman like her would bring bad blood to some of the strongest families in the Sun Kingdom. She was a witch, and though she grew older and stronger, she could enhance her power by exploiting the young. Absorbing their innocence was not only a way to keep her energetic but also a method to gain strength, a tactic she avoided to ensure she wouldn't leave a negative impression on Yan Xiaobao. She still cared deeply about how he perceived her.

Everyone in the house was busy training. Xu Biao hadn't trained much before, but after hearing Yan Xiaobao say he could reunite people with the dead, everything changed. Now, the house was filled with experts training, each motivated by different reasons.

Finally, after refining the Heaven and Earth Essence for several hours, Yan Xiaobao opened his eyes. With an excited expression and a slight smile on his face, he grabbed the Memory Stone and rushed down the stairs. He was eager to showcase what he had obtained. As he dashed down the stairs, Yan Xiaobao finally saw her. Wang Julong had returned, and he hurried to show her the new home they would share. "Julong!" Yan Xiaobao exclaimed the moment he saw the beautiful woman. She stopped in her tracks, raising her head to look at the electrified young man rushing down the stairs. She had just arrived home and hadn't had the time to retreat to her room. When she first saw him, her cheeks turned rosy due to his eagerness on their initial meeting. But seeing the brilliant smile and passion glowing in his eyes, Wang Julong decided not to try to escape and instead waited for the young man to approach her.

"What is it?" she asked, slightly curious. She couldn't help but feel moved by the young man's excitement. When she noticed the Memory Stone in Yan Xiaobao's hands, her impatience suddenly spiked as she wanted to uncover what mysteries were hidden within it.

Yan Xiaobao wasted no time, gently placing the Memory Stone in Wang Julong's hands. She moved it to her forehead, and the room shimmered with a silver-blue light. It took less than a minute for all the information to pour into Wang Julong's heart. Once all the knowledge settled, she returned the Memory Stone, her lips curled into a small smile. "The garden in the park is quite tiny. Do you think I'll have enough space to grow a small medicinal herb garden here?" she asked. Saying such a thing made her feel slightly greedy, her cheeks tinged with blush; however, herbal medicine was essential to her—not just for healing but for crafting poisons too.

Yan Xiaobao was taken aback by her question but felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in his chest because it marked the first time Wang Julong asked him anything. He knew it would cost a lot, but he didn't want to scare her away, so he replied with a gentle smile.

"The park is spacious; there will certainly be enough room for your medicinal herb garden," he promised her. At the same time, he resisted the urge to envelop the blushing woman in a warm hug. He knew that if he acted impulsively, Wang Julong might never want to see him again. Understanding this, Yan Xiaobao restrained himself and simply smiled at the beautiful woman. While he had mastered hiding his emotions, he had also learned to be honest with himself. Looking at Wang Julong, Yan Xiaobao silently vowed not to just remain her friend anymore. Without a shred of doubt, he would confide his feelings to Wang Julong and make her his. All he needed was for her to be ready for his confession. Until then, he would hint at his thoughts subtly so she could sense his intentions.

"I pity Sha Yun," he muttered to himself. A pained expression flickered in his eyes, but he couldn't allow himself to love her as he did Wang Julong. He couldn't control his emotions.

"What did you say?" Wang Julong asked, having heard him muttering but unable to catch his words. Yan Xiaobao merely shook his head. Raising his hand, he gently brushed it against her lips, a melancholic smile hovering there. "You shouldn't worry that pretty little head of yours," he told her as he withdrew his hand. "I need to go talk to Cai Jie." He excused himself and left Wang Julong in the front hall. Walking away, he wrestled with his impulses, but before heading to Cai Jie's room, he turned back to glance at her once again.

Back in the entrance hall, Wang Julong's cheeks burned in embarrassment—for asking her question and for everything that had just transpired. She slowly raised her hand, touching her lips where Yan Xiaobao had brushed his fingers. A soft smile appeared on her face, but it quickly wilted when she shook her head. Her warm and gentle expression was replaced by one that was somber and anguished. "I can't let myself grow complacent," she murmured to herself. "Not when my entire family was massacred. I can't play girlfriend with Yan Xiaobao. I can't focus on anything beyond revenge." Despite her words, deep in her eyes stirred a yearning. She shook her head again and slowly walked to her room, preparing to cultivate and increase her strength. Even though Yan Xiaobao would help her avenge her family,

Yan Xiaobao realized it was already late and stopped Cai Jie from further cultivation. "Gao Yan will be back soon. We should ask him if he has heard anything about An Hee or the Crusaders," he said. Although Cai Jie looked slightly annoyed, his expression quickly turned into one of excitement. He jumped up, almost pushing Yan Xiaobao out the door as he bolted downstairs. Yan Xiaobao once again found himself in the entrance hall where he had spoken to Wang Julong earlier. But now, the beautiful woman was gone; instead, Cai Jie and Yan Xiaobao were left awaiting Gao Yan's return.

Deng Wu arrived and noticed three chairs arranged in the foyer. All three sat together, with Deng Wu clearly fixated on Cai Jie, staring at him and trying to decipher his secrets. Cai Jie, rather uncomfortable with Deng Wu's intensity, initially pretended not to notice but gradually grew uneasy. Eventually, he couldn't stay silent anymore. "Why are you staring at me so much? I know I'm attractive, but I'm not a woman!" he exclaimed. However, Deng Wu was unfazed, not even insulted if he indeed preferred men. Instead, he simply looked back and, before replying, said, "Do you share your soul with something? Maybe a tiger? Or a turtle?" Hearing this, Yan Xiaobao was curious to see what Cai Jie's response would be.

Yan Xiaobao and Cai Jie were good friends, but they had never revealed their secrets to one another. Just as Yan Xiaobao wasn't aware of how Cai Jie executed the Crusaders, Cai Jie had no idea about Yan Xiaobao's battles with the Divine Beasts. Of course, neither realized Deng Wu might have shared something similar.

"Why would I share my body with a tiger?" Cai Jie was utterly perplexed. When he noticed the smirk on Yan Xiaobao's face, his confusion deepened. "I'm serious, sharing your body is not something reasonable. How can you share your body with another being?" he asked. His previous irritation had shifted to curiosity and bewilderment. Realizing Deng Wu expected him to share his body seemed to be the reason for the old man's intense stare. Cai Jie started to wonder what sharing one's body with a tiger truly meant.

"Don't tell me you share your body with a tiger?" he asked, intrigued. He knew both Yan Xiaobao and Deng Wu had qualities beyond those of ordinary men. "Now that you mention it, I suppose neither of you is merely mixed-blood. Do you actually have something alive within you?" he speculated. Yan Xiaobao simply shrugged, neither confirming nor denying the claim. Seeing this reaction, Cai Jie felt he was right, yet the young man didn't say a word. "Why does he seem so familiar?" Cai Jie questioned himself for the hundredth time, unsure whether his senses were deceiving him or if Yan Xiaobao was truly hiding more than him.

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