Chapter 318: Co-Author Is the Kick-Down-the-Door Feng Xue

“The diseases of this era are still easy to treat… a bit of antibiotics usually fixes them.” Feng Xue again refused the patient’s thanks with the excuse that “someone else already paid the fee,” silently grumbling to himself.

Though the medicines in his hand were all veterinary drugs to the pre-civilization ocean world, in this world, even diluted to the extreme, they were miraculous elixirs.

He owed thanks to the small synthesis kit he’d taken apart from the Ride family’s ship—thanks to it, Feng Xue only needed to replenish common resources like air and water to synthesize common pre-civilization medicines, and in the Hezhu District, he’d thoroughly tested and confirmed the proper usage and dosages.

Even if he truly encountered an incurable illness, he could forcibly prolong life with the healing magic he’d taken from Tina—lock the lifespan, excise the afflicted area, regenerate tissue with healing magic, then stitch it back with sealing spells; after this routine, almost nothing was unsolvable, and if something truly was, the patient likely wouldn’t have survived until Feng Xue arrived.

Walking this way, Feng Xue finished treating his five patients in just over half an hour, pondering whether to return to the Merit Pool for another task, when Xiao Lingdang finally spoke:

“I’ve sensed the presence of turbid wishes.”

“Finally? Where?”

Feng Xue stretched his body vigorously, adjusted the three talismans—[Divine Step], [Transform Lightning], [Substitute Body]—and inserted new Five Element Jade into the slots; though his current proficiency allowed him to control many spells directly, he still chose the safer, more reliable setup to avoid accidents.

“Hey, you don’t need me?” Liu Yunxi exclaimed, sounding almost mournful as she watched Feng Xue don the old-style linked spell unit; hearing this, Feng Xue chuckled and shook his head:

“No need, no need—you’re my secret weapon. I can’t use you all the time!”

“Sigh…” Liu Yunxi glanced at the sky through the serpent eye on her ring, feeling utterly bleak, while Feng Xue had already shifted his focus to the malevolent entity, instantly converting his Qi into thunderous power and entering his hypercharged state.

…

“Too late again—are all the cultivators in this port city obsessed with grinding?” Feng Xue arrived on the scene to find only dispersing cultivators, his expression darkening completely.

This was his fourth failed attempt today; from the moment Xiao Lingdang detected the turbid wish’s disturbance to his arrival, it took at most one or two minutes, sometimes just twenty to thirty seconds, yet he still hadn’t seen a single malevolent entity.

But Feng Xue finally realized: these competitors were locals who knew exactly where turbid wishes accumulated and malevolent entities spawned; racing against them was pure overconfidence on his part.

Realizing this, he immediately changed tactics and said:

“Xiao Lingdang, ignore the minor fluctuations—look for turbid wishes that have appeared but haven’t been eliminated yet.”

As a phantom deity, Xiao Lingdang’s perception of turbid wishes far surpassed Feng Xue’s, yet even with this command, it took several minutes of intense effort before it finally sensed something—

“It’s far—about ten or so li east.”

“Ten li? That’s almost past the city center?” Feng Xue roughly estimated the distance, didn’t overthink it, and dashed off in a trail of sparks and lightning.

He didn’t want to use Mo Ying—not only because Mo Ying was a ghost and flying recklessly in an unfamiliar place might get him mistaken for a malevolent cultivator and shot down, but also because he didn’t know the area well; using a spirit ghost for transport might leave him stuck inside a wall.

Fortunately, this time he didn’t miss the target; after passing through streets sharply divided by contrast, Feng Xue entered a district with entirely different aesthetics—unlike other areas adorned with red lanterns, here hung colorful lightbulbs and banners, plus red paper strips with nonsensical Chinese characters, looking deeply awkward, giving Feng Xue the eerie feeling of walking through a Chinatown decorated for Christmas.

“Wait, did they just take the whole Christmas setup and slap it on?”

Feng Xue glanced at the shop signs along the street and realized—this must be the so-called Yangrenjie.

But by now, he didn’t need Xiao Lingdang to guide him; a single sweep of his Qi-sight revealed thick plumes of black smoke.

“Let’s go!”

Feng Xue’s figure suddenly transformed into a streak of white light, shooting straight toward the black smoke; though the spells invented by these players were mediocre in power, their visual effects were all maxed out—this sword-light sliced through the night sky, causing even the priest controlling the massive demon to look up.

Mid-flight, the sword-light exploded into a rain of countless blades; the demon formed from the turbid wish let out a wail of agony. The priests, startled, either raised shields or scrambled to cover their heads—but the blade-rain seemed utterly harmless, embedding itself into the ground to form the pattern of a Taiji Yin-Yang fish, immediately followed by a colossal sword descending from the heavens, plunging straight into the demon’s skull.

The demon formed from turbid wishes exploded instantly. Feng Xue stood at the center of the Taiji diagram, holding a jade vial, giving it a gentle shake; the remaining turbid wishes obediently slipped into the vial, no trace of malice left.

“Who are you?” came the priest leader’s strange, accented Chinese. Feng Xue didn’t answer, merely confirmed the spirit tablet had recorded the event, then transformed again into a streak of sword-light, heading for the next location.

“That priest’s tone wasn’t grateful,” Liu Yunxi whispered from the sky. Feng Xue nodded:

“I know. Monotheists are always like this—if you don’t believe in their god, you’re a devil; if a devil helps, it’s tempting them to fall. Didn’t you notice they didn’t even carry spirit tablets? They probably didn’t even join the demon-hunting mission!”

“Maybe.” Liu Yunxi nodded, saying no more. In truth, she secretly hoped Feng Xue was wrong—only then would she have a chance to intervene. Otherwise, with his current pace of progress, even if she became a great demon, she’d never repay her debt.

Passing a row of buildings, Feng Xue spotted his next target: a malevolent entity resembling a tiger—but the ones fighting it weren’t the expected cultivators, but…

“Japanese?” Feng Xue raised an eyebrow. Though it wasn’t unreasonable for Japanese to be in the port city, some innate distrust made him suspect these guys had ulterior motives.

But before Feng Xue could act, they’d already sensed his approach—no, not sensed; he’d simply entered their barrier.

“Who are you?”

The cultivator dressed all in white shouted in anger, but before his words finished, a series of spectral attacks struck.

“Damn, you said there were no ghosts?”

(End of Chapter)