Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 273 - I Owe You a Favor.

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[Detected: Host has slain 20 Hundred-Eyed Birds. Corruption Resistance +20, Sanity +20, Strength +50.]

[Detected: Host has battled Tianxuan Sect’s Sect Master Xia He, Elder Pipa and others. After system evaluation: Sword Qi +100, Sword Intent +100, Sword Domain Strength +50.]

[Detected: Host performed exceptionally well, significantly preventing the extermination of Tianxuan Sect. Reward: 1 Skill Evolution Point. The host may use it to evolve “Dao Pattern Eye” or “Blood Frenzy.”]

The system’s voice gradually faded from Xu Ming’s mind as his consciousness slowly returned.

When Xu Ming opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What was I doing?

A classic three-question existential crisis popped into Xu Ming’s mind.

But soon, as his consciousness became clearer, he recalled his battle with Xia He.

The last thing he remembered was Xia He dying, bursting into a mist of blood, and Mo Zhuer seizing the Tianxuan Sect’s dragon vein before leaving.

Exhausted beyond his limits, Xu Ming had lost consciousness and plummeted from the sky.

It seemed like everything was finally over, and he was still alive.

“Yo, kid, you’re awake.”

A hoarse elderly voice reached Xu Ming’s ears.

Turning his head, Xu Ming saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting by his bedside, looking every bit like a reclusive immortal.

If someone were to imagine the legendary doctor Hua Tuo from the Blue Star, this would be the exact image in Xu Ming’s mind.

At first, he didn’t recognize the old man—probably because the man had bathed, changed into clean clothes, and neatly combed his hair, making him look fresh and tidy.

But after taking a closer look, Xu Ming finally remembered—this was the “doctor” who had been trapped in Sanshi Peak.

The old man had once introduced himself: his name was “Bu Si Liao” (literally “Can’t Die”), an odd name but a renowned divine physician. Back in Wudu, Xu Ming had even heard of his legendary reputation.

This old man had two strict rules for treating patients:

1. “I won’t treat you unless you’re on the brink of death.”

2. “I won’t treat you unless all the top doctors in the world have failed.”

By all logic, a divine physician of this caliber should be highly respected throughout the cultivation world, with countless people owing him their lives.

Yet, for some reason, he had been imprisoned in Sanshi Peak. He never mentioned why.

The world only knew that one day, he had simply vanished. Most people assumed he had gone into seclusion.

“Old sir.”

Xu Ming tried to sit up and bow out of respect for the doctor, but he soon realized that his arms wouldn’t move—they were wrapped up like a mummy.

“Don’t move around,” Bu Si Liao stroked his beard. “You really pushed yourself too far. If it weren’t for me treating you in time, even a two-day delay would have left your spiritual veins and blood completely necrotic. No one would’ve been able to save your arms. And at your current cultivation level, regrowing limbs isn’t an option yet.”

“Many thanks, old sir,” Xu Ming expressed his gratitude.

“No need to thank me. Without you, we wouldn’t have gotten out either.” Bu Si Liao stood up. “Just focus on resting. You should be fine in a month.”

With that, he stepped out of the room and called out, “Xu Ming is awake! If you want to see him, now’s the time!”

As soon as his words rang out, Wang Xuan walked in.

Seeing Wang Xuan, Xu Ming was momentarily stunned. He had expected Qing Wan or Yan Han to be waiting for him to wake up, but instead, it was Wang Xuan.

Noticing Xu Ming’s expression, Wang Xuan immediately guessed what he was thinking.

Sitting by Xu Ming’s bedside, Wang Xuan spoke slowly, “Qing Wan and Wu Yan Han both suffered significant injuries. Two days ago, they had been by your bedside the whole time, watching over you. Only after you were out of danger did I make them go back and rest.”

“Senior, how long was I unconscious?” Xu Ming asked.

“Four days,” Wang Xuan replied.

“And what of Tianxuan Sect now?” Xu Ming asked again.

Wang Xuan took a moment to gather her thoughts, then explained in the simplest terms, “Xia He is dead. Those within Tianxuan Sect who stood with him are either dead or have fled.

Additionally, the grand formation of Tianxuan Sect has been completely destroyed. Our sect’s dragon vein has also been taken by Mo Zhuer, but that was part of our deal with her, so it doesn’t really matter.

All in all, Tianxuan Sect has now become a place with sparse spiritual energy. Our sect’s millennia-old fortune has completely dissipated. This place is no longer suitable as the foundation of a sect.”

Xu Ming nodded. “Then, may I ask what senior plans to do?”

Wang Xuan responded, “A few days ago, I gathered the surviving disciples of Tianxuan Sect for a meeting. I told them they could leave if they wished. Those who chose to stay could follow me in search of a new place to rebuild Tianxuan Sect. The vast majority decided to come with me.

These past few days, the peak masters and hall masters have been taking inventory of the remaining spirit stones and artifacts in the sect. In about a month, we will set out.”

Xu Ming suggested, “Senior, you might consider going to the Wu Kingdom. I believe the Wu Kingdom would provide you with significant support.”

Wang Xuan shook her head. “We appreciate the Wu Kingdom’s goodwill, but throughout history, sects that entangled themselves too deeply with mortal dynasties rarely met a good end.

Besides, after this ordeal, I have realized that our sect has been complacent for far too long. We’ve been standing above others for so long that we’ve forgotten hardship.

When a sect remains stable for too long, cultivation starts to feel easy.

When a sect stands above others for too long, that sense of superiority leads to arrogance and blindness.

I have decided to relocate Tianxuan Sect to Jubei City.”

Xu Ming was taken aback—he knew that place well.

Jubei City, though called a city, was practically a small country in size. It was an unclaimed land, a chaotic domain where all kinds of sects, factions, and ideologies converged. A place of turmoil.

“While you were unconscious, this is the situation that unfolded in Tianxuan Sect,” Wang Xuan continued. “Rest well. I’ll go inform Qing Wan that you’ve woken up.”

She stood up and turned to leave.

“Oh, one more thing.”

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Just as she was about to step out of the room, she paused. Her voice came from beyond the doorway.

“You saved my life. I won’t forget that. I owe you a favor.”