In the end, he encountered a sandstorm and was about to die.

Fortunately, he was taken in by the "Hanyue Gate" of the immortal cultivation sect of Yanyue Desert and worshipped him under his sect.

For ten years, he has been practicing diligently, but he is still at the beginning of Qi refining. Such progress has been sneered by his fellow disciples and made his master sigh.

Half a month ago, he was sent underground in the desert to dig out ores for refining tools.

On that day, two strong men suddenly came to the desert to fight to the decisive battle, causing the entire "Hanyue Gate" to fall into fear and panic.

At the beginning of the decisive battle, the rock formation collapsed and he was covered by dust and soil.

It took him ten days to dig a passage from the ground and walk to the surface.

However, the scene at this moment made him deeply frightened.

He checked repeatedly and came to a conclusion:

Extinguish the family!

Except for him, more than 100 people from Hanyue Sect died.

Who is the murderer?

He took a deep breath and soon thought of the two strong men who came to fight that day.

The young man walked powerlessly.

Finally, he came to a place and found a huge pit.

This huge pit is dozens of feet wide, making it an oval shape, and the center is even more unfathomable, making people feel palpitations.

At both ends of the huge pit, you can vaguely see the footprints of two people, trapped in the oasis soil layer.

This is obviously the venue after the two of them have fought to the final battle.

"Why, why did their decisive battle involve the entire 'Hanyue Gate'?"

The young man roared to the sky and then lay weakly on the ground.

The corpses of these Hanyue Gate monks were not killed by the aftermath of the battle, but were obviously killed by humans. Some of the corpses were crushed to death, while others were cut into two pieces by sword energy.

At this moment, he lost his home and lost his place of refuge, and was about to become a helpless wandering cultivator.

After a long time, he packed up some things and left the oasis alone.

The young man felt a little hatred, but he didn't have the slight desire to revenge.

The strong one is the real strong one.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at the huge pit left behind, leaving an infinite yearning in his heart.

The oasis gradually faded away, and there was a mystery in his mind:

The final result of the two strong men’s decisive battle, which one wins and who loses?

That day, under the ground dozens of feet below, he also felt a powerful demonic energy and a sword intent soaring into the sky.

Obviously, one of the two sides in the decisive battle was a demon cultivator, and the other one might be a righteous immortal cultivator.

Who wins and who loses?

This is the mystery in his heart.

...

Two months later.

A young scholar, walking on a spiritual weapon and flying sword, returned from Kyoto to Wuliu Town on the edge of Yuyang Kingdom.

"Finally arrived..."

The young scholar fell down in an uninhabited corner and took off an extremely thin mask on his face, revealing a slightly vicissitudes of face.

He was one of the people who participated in the shocking battle on the Yanyue Desert two months ago, Yang Fan, the first pharmacist in Kyoto, and Shi Qianhan, also a demon cultivator.

At this moment, his face was a little pale and he looked very weak.

"The damage deep in the soul is so difficult to recover..."

Is this the first time Yang Fan sighed so much?

In that decisive battle, the essence and blood he consumed and the injuries he suffered were the worst in his life.

The power generated by the final blow collision is completely comparable to that of the higher level, and the damage level can be imagined.

It took Yang Fan a full month to completely repair his internal and external injuries.

However, the damage deep in the soul is extremely difficult to repair. It has been two months, one or two of them.

Even at this moment, the blurred "sword" in Wushuang's eyes often appeared in Yang Fan's mind.

"That 'sword' may really exist in some way in the world."

Yang Fan once thought so.

Wuliu Town.

It was already afternoon, and there were very few people.

However, Yang Fan's arrival also attracted the attention of the townspeople.

"Huh? Isn't that Yang Yaoshi?"

"The first pharmacist in Wuliu Town, the 'Puai Medical Center' is the one that opens."

"I remember that the 'Puai Medical Center' is now in charge of Miss Zheng?" someone asked in confusion.

"You have just moved to the town and don't know much about the situation. Miss Zheng is a registered disciple of Yang Yaoshi."

"Zheng Yaoshi's medical skills are well-known. Even the dignitaries and nobles in the city come here to seek medical treatment. Are they just disciples of this person?"

The man was extremely shocked.

Faced with the whispers and discussions of the townspeople, Yang Fan just smiled faintly.

Of course, there were also many familiar townsmen who came to say hello to him.

Soon, when he walked somewhere on the street, Yang Fan smelled a familiar smell of herbs.

When I looked up, the four words "Puai Medical Center" were placed in front of me.

"So I've already arrived at my own clinic..."

Yang Fan laughed at himself.

Since that battle, he has suffered severe soul trauma, and once he uses his spiritual sense and senses, he will feel a little painful.

Therefore, he rarely uses his spiritual sense now, but instead observes the cultivator who is in the mundane world and undercurrents from the perspective of an ordinary person.

"It should have been a year since I left 'Mist Liu Town'... I wonder if Xiaoman's medical skills and cultivation have made progress."

Yang Fan slowly walked into the "Xianhong Medical Center" and immediately saw two immortal cultivators, pharmacists.

Pharmacist?

Yang Fan was slightly stunned. He remembered that after he left, there was no other pharmacist in the clinic except Zheng Xiaoman.

"This guest official, are you here to see the doctor? Please..."

The person who spoke was a female apprentice, who was twelve or thirteen years old, very strange, and Yang Fan had never seen her.

"I didn't see a doctor." Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Didn't you come to see a doctor?" The female apprentice was slightly stunned.

Without saying much, Yang Fan walked straight into the inner hall of the clinic.

"Young Master, stay!" The female apprentice was anxious. It was obviously impossible to stop him.

"Where did the ignorant mortals come from, and dare to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the 'Puai Medical Center'?"

One of the pharmacists in charge was about 30 years old. His cultivation level in the middle stage of Qi refining was coldly glanced at Yang Fan.

With a "swish", he flashed to Yang Fan and stopped the place.

Yang Fan said speechlessly: "This is my home, why can't I go in?"

"Is this your home?" The young pharmacist was stunned when he heard this, and then mocked: "I think you are probably a little crazy, so why would you ask this pharmacist to prescribe a medicine for you."

In love, he really treats Yang Fan as a mentally ill.

Yang Fan:...

The first legendary pharmacist in Kyoto actually made a fool of himself by a young pharmacist, and even prescribed medicine to him as a miracle doctor in the name of being energetic.

If people in the Kyoto medical field knew about this, they would probably laugh out loud.

"Where is Hu Fei?"

Yang Fan disdained to be as knowledgeable as him. His eyes narrowed and a pressure arose in the clinic.

The young pharmacist's expression changed slightly, and he felt that the scholar who seemed to be weak in front of him was not an ordinary person, otherwise how could he feel a little uneasy?

At this moment, a gentle woman's voice came from the inner hall of the clinic: "Fang Ming, what's wrong outside?"

Soon, a beautiful woman in a graceful figure and wearing a goose yellow dress walked out of it.
Chapter completed!