Chapter 498: Rebirth Mind Clinic

After Zhang Jiusheng died.

Yu Rang vanished without a trace, at some unknown time.

It seemed he had no intention of discussing Zhang Jiusheng’s matter with Wu Xian and the others.

Moreover, before Zhang Jiusheng’s death, Yu Rang asked for the name of the Juanren who had improperly used the immortal talisman—perhaps something would happen to that person, or perhaps nothing would.

The abandoned building regained its signal; the Chenghuang Office found the location, and at Wu Xian’s request, the bodies were cremated and buried together.

Notably,

Chenghuang Office staff found Wu Xian and the others’ lost wheel in the building, depriving Wu Xian of the chance to get a free replacement.

Many aftermath tasks remained.

But Wu Xian and Shi Ji were simply too exhausted.

They had just endured torment, then gone through all this—their spirit already taut and drained, with no will to handle any matter; they hailed a taxi and returned straight to Wu Xian’s home.

……

At the villa entrance.

Bai Gu bared her teeth, eyes fierce.

Pang Hu and Bai Gu stood side by side, trying hard to look like ferocious beasts.

In the past, when Wu Xian went to the Fudi, Bai Gu always worried.

But this time Wu Xian went on a trip, to relax—he didn’t take her along, so she was furious.

Worse still, he didn’t just go on a trip—he came home late, and the food she’d prepared had gone cold, making her even angrier.

When Wu Xian got home, she’d definitely bite his ass ten times!

If he apologized sincerely and promised to take her to the amusement park, she’d settle for one light bite.

But when Bai Gu saw Wu Xian’s face as he stepped out of the taxi—utterly exhausted—her resentment vanished instantly, replaced by a pang of pity.

Wu Xian had never returned with such an expression before.

“Aow…!”

Pang Hu, following their rehearsed routine, roared angrily at Wu Xian—but the moment he opened his mouth, Bai Gu swatted him across the room.

Getting up from the floor, Pang Hu trudged to the corner, burying his head in his little white paws, sulking.

Wu Xian paid no attention to his pets’ little drama.

He arranged a guest room for Shi Ji, returned to his own room, and was immediately overwhelmed by boundless fatigue—his vision spun, and he collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

After leaving Jinmu Tower.

Wu Xian had remained calm facing the eerie taxi, facing the Nieren .

But that didn’t mean he forgot what happened at Jinmu Tower—only that he could distinguish urgency and had exceptional emotional control.

Yet when he returned home, finally in safety, he fully relaxed—and the scenes of his eighteen deaths replayed in his dreams, each one jolting him awake; though he never stopped sleeping, he remained utterly drained.

Wu Xian hid in his room for two days.

Only on the third day did he emerge, gaunt and haggard.

When Bai Gu saw Wu Xian, she yowled excitedly and rushed to serve a steaming bowl of millet porridge.

Wu Xian had been starving for two days—his stomach growled—and after swallowing the porridge, he felt his strength return, as if reborn.

He hugged Bai Gu and Pang Hu, rubbing their heads, and his emotions slowly recovered.

Just then,

Shi Ji emerged from the guest room, dark circles under his eyes—but his condition looked far better than Wu Xian’s.

Yet Wu Xian felt no envy; Shi Ji dealt with such things daily—his mental resilience was normal.

“Smells great—I’m starving too. Can I get a bowl?”

Shi Ji had visited Wu Xian’s home before—he knew Bai Gu’s secret, and he didn’t mind her at all.

Bai Gu grumbled, got up, took a bowl of yesterday’s plain porridge from the fridge, and shoved it into the microwave.

Shi Ji smiled awkwardly…

……

After that, two more days passed.

Liao Yifang came to Wu Xian’s home and had a long talk with Shi Ji; the next morning, they left together, holding hands.

They ultimately gave up on marriage, but their relationship grew closer—they planned to buy a house somewhere nice, live together for a while, then consider the future.

After they left, Wu Xian turned to Bai Gu, took a deep breath, and shouted:

“Let’s go out and play!!”

Bai Gu’s tail shot straight up.

In the following days, Wu Xian took the cat and dog to a countryside guesthouse near Fuyuan City.

They fully enjoyed rural life—Bai Gu and Pang Hu ran wild in the countryside, becoming local animal kings; even the water buffalo bowed to the cat’s claws.

Wu Xian savored the quiet of the countryside.

After several days of travel, the experience was excellent—no scams, no bad people, no rural supernatural incidents to handle.

They simply played like ordinary tourists.

The trip ended.

Wu Xian still felt his mental state was poor.

So he finally went to the Rebirth Mind Clinic recommended by Yu Rang—the clinic was remote and small, but its interior showed clear care; as soon as Wu Xian stepped inside, he unconsciously relaxed.

There were several doctors.

One was Xu Bailian, who had entered Lele City with Wu Xian before.

Wu Xian read through the doctors’ profiles, judging their professionalism, and chose a glasses-wearing female doctor with broad-minded demeanor and high looks.

Her name was Mei Miaoyin.

He pushed open the door.

The female doctor turned her chair, smiling brightly at Wu Xian.

Wu Xian’s cheeks flushed slightly; he shyly lowered his head: “Hello, I’m Wu Xian—Yu Rang referred me…”

Mei Miaoyin waved him over: “Come on, kid, what’re you standing there for? Sit here, tell Sister what’s been going on lately?”

Wu Xian froze in shock.

The thick northeastern accent hit him like a blow to the soul.

But since he’d come this far, he couldn’t switch doctors now.

“It’s like this—I’ve been having nightmares lately, because…”

For the next period, Wu Xian underwent multiple sessions with Dr. Mei.

Though her accent was odd, strangely, each session instantly calmed him, pulling him into her rhythm.

Every treatment by Dr. Mei delivered a powerful psychological suggestion.

Wu Xian gradually forgot the details of his eighteen deaths; without details, he no longer dreamed of them.

Her therapy also fixed his habit of unconsciously ignoring his own life.

But after several sessions,

Wu Xian began to feel troubled.

Her therapy worked too well—he’d grown numb from frequent encounters with the uncanny, but now his spirit had reawakened, and his tolerance for fear had dropped.

But Dr. Mei said this:

Fear isn’t bad—danger and fear are a pair; becoming numb to fear means becoming numb to danger.

Many skilled Juanren have fallen into traps they could’ve easily avoided, precisely because they lost their fear.

So feeling fear? That’s a good thing! And so time passed.

Wu Xian completed his five-session psychological treatment.

His rest period had been long enough—he was ready to find another Fudi and restore his condition!

(End of Chapter)