Chapter 88: A Night of Missing You
On the border of Yanxia Province…
The small town of Guyu, despite its location on the edge of the province, bordering the desolate Xianyun Province, had a decent population. It wasn’t a large town, but it wasn’t deserted either. It had a leisurely and peaceful atmosphere.
The town’s inn was always bustling with activity, filled with traveling merchants, tourists, and even cultivators passing through. The spacious hall housed several tables, each occupied by groups of people eating, drinking, and chatting, their voices filling the air with a lively chatter.
Like any other day, the hall was filled with traveling merchants, their rough clothes discarded as they drank heartily, their boisterous laughter echoing outside.
“Immortals? What about immortals? I’ve seen plenty of them. When they come to Divine Physician Nan for treatment, they’re all respectful and obedient.”
“They can act arrogant elsewhere, but in our Guyu Town, everyone follows the rules.”
The bearded man spoke with a bold and unrestrained air, oblivious to the two cultivators sitting at a table in the corner, their expressions filled with displeasure as they glanced at him.
“Such vulgar language from a mere mortal.” One of them frowned and snorted. “On any other day, I would have killed him without even drawing my sword.”
“Calm down.”
The other cultivator tried to reason with him. “We’re here to seek treatment for the Young Master. Didn’t you hear what that man said?”
“If we break the rules here and harm a mortal, we’ll be the ones in trouble.”
“If Divine Physician Nan refuses to treat the Young Master, then we’ll be in deep trouble.”
Hearing this, the first cultivator said angrily, “Hmph. I don’t understand what’s so special about this Nan Xiaoxiang, the Divine Physician. Why are so many cultivators from Yanxia Province flocking to her, traveling thousands of miles for treatment?”
“She’s just a mortal woman. What could she possibly know?”
“Shh!” The other cultivator quickly pulled him back. “Don’t talk about Divine Physician Nan like that here, or you’ll never leave this town.”
“If those angry townsfolk surround us, you won’t be able to fight back or escape, and the Young Master will have to clean up your mess.”
The first cultivator reluctantly backed down.
Chen Yin sat at a nearby table, cracking sunflower seeds and observing them with amusement.
“Speaking of which, the Sect Master has been urging the Young Master to recover quickly. Is there something going on at the sect?”
“Haven’t you heard? It’s not about our Canghe Sword Sect, it’s about the Mist Spirit Sect.”
“The Mist Spirit Sect? What happened?”
“I heard there was an internal conflict. That famous Immortal Yu Ling, along with a bunch of her Grand Clarity Realm friends, attacked the Mist Spirit Sect’s main branch and killed all the current sect master and elders!”
“What… then who’s in charge of the Mist Spirit Sect now?”
“Who else but the only one who can command respect, Frost Moon Sword Immortal?”
Chen Yin listened to their discussion about the Mist Spirit Sect, a faint smile on his lips.
…Naturally, news of the Mist Spirit Sect’s downfall hadn’t been widely publicized.
Currently, the Mist Spirit Sect’s upper echelon had been decimated by Chen Yin, leaving only minor elders like Shen Shuanglian as their strongest members. They couldn’t even muster a single Supreme Clarity Realm cultivator.
Openly publicizing their losses would be akin to placing the Mist Spirit Sect on a chopping block.
Moreover, most of the cultivation world remained indifferent to the Mist Spirit Sect’s misfortune, content to watch the drama unfold from the sidelines.
After all, for those who enjoyed a good show, it didn’t matter who was right or wrong. They only cared about the spectacle.
The Canghe Sword Sect was one such spectator.
As an ancient and powerful sect with a long history and deep roots, they were only slightly weaker than the Mist Spirit Sect and the Heavenly Net Sect. But for such major sects, this difference was practically negligible.
Now that the Mist Spirit Sect was severely weakened, the Canghe Sword Sect was undoubtedly delighted. Their standing in the cultivation world had effectively risen a notch.
Of course, Chen Yin didn’t care about any of this.
Those titles and reputations were meaningless. The less attention they attracted, the fewer problems Shen Shuanglian would face.
Moreover, since the Mist Spirit Sect incident hadn’t been widely publicized, only a handful of people knew the truth. In the eyes of most, it was still the invincible Immortal Yu Ling who had destroyed the sect’s leadership.
Chen Yin was happy to continue his carefree and undisturbed life.
After dinner, Chen Yin tidied himself up and walked towards a familiar courtyard.
It was the residence he had “borrowed” the physician from, the largest mansion in Guyu Town—the Xiaoxiang Medical Clinic.
As he was about to enter, he saw someone being thrown out, landing face-first in the dirt.
“The Young Master has ordered you to stay outside today. You’re not allowed to enter.” Two cultivators said arrogantly.
The person who had been thrown out nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, yes. The Young Master’s punishment is just.”
Chen Yin: “…?”
What kind of drama was this?
Intrigued, he walked along the corridor towards the lake pavilion in the backyard.
From a distance, he saw a graceful woman in a plain white dress, her face free of makeup, sitting by the table, sipping tea calmly.
Beside her, a man was bowing and scraping, his face plastered with a flattering smile.
The man was dressed in luxurious clothes, his aura powerful and imposing. His mere presence exuded an air of authority.
However, in front of Nan Xiaoxiang, he wore a fawning expression, bowing and scraping:
“Miss Nan, my subordinate was disrespectful. I’ve already thrown him out. I won’t let him taint your presence with his vulgarity.”
Nan Xiaoxiang’s expression remained calm and unmoved. “There’s no need to go to such lengths, Young Master Ju.”
“But of course!”
The man, addressed as Young Master Ju, puffed out his chest. “We wouldn’t dare disobey your rules, Miss Nan.”
“This newcomer is simply ignorant. He naturally deserves to be punished according to your rules.”
Nan Xiaoxiang hid a hint of exasperation beneath her long eyelashes and shook her head gently.
“I don’t have that many rules. I just hope that Young Master Ju will keep your subordinates in check and prevent them from disturbing the lives of the ordinary people.”
“Of course, of course.” Young Master Ju nodded, agreeing readily.
From their brief exchange, Chen Yin could roughly guess what was happening.
This man was most likely the infamous Young Master of the Canghe Sword Sect, Ju Shaohé.
Why was he infamous?
…Because almost everyone in the cultivation world knew that this Ju Shaohé was a notorious simp.
Others simped to win the affection of their goddesses and experience their charms. But not Ju Shaohé.
He seemed to be solely obsessed with the thrill of pursuing something unattainable. He had pursued countless renowned fairies in the cultivation world, but once he won their hearts, he would quickly lose interest, abandoning them and moving on to his next target.
Judging from his current behavior, he had probably set his sights on Nan Xiaoxiang as his next target.
However, based on his brief interactions with Nan Xiaoxiang, Chen Yin felt that this time, Young Master Ju would have a long and arduous journey ahead of him.
“Miss Nan, last night’s moon was particularly beautiful, do you know why? Because it was a night I spent thinking of you~”
Ju Shaohé continued to shower Nan Xiaoxiang with cheesy compliments, but the exasperation and boredom were evident on her face.
She was about to excuse herself, using the pretense of preparing medicine, when she noticed Chen Yin approaching.
“Young… Master Chen?”
“Miss Nan, it’s been a while. Apologies for intruding again.” Chen Yin bowed politely.
Nan Xiaoxiang’s eyes, as clear as jade, lit up, but her expression remained unchanged.
“I know why you’re here. They’re all doing well and are able to move around now.”
“That’s good to hear.” Chen Yin was relieved.
At that moment, Ju Shaohé, who had been completely ignored, couldn’t contain himself any longer and interjected, “Miss Nan, may I ask who this is?”
“A relative of the patients.” Nan Xiaoxiang replied calmly, glancing at him. “His friends are recovering here.”
“Oh, I see.”
Ju Shaohé then turned to Chen Yin with a forced smile and greeted him. “I am Ju Shaohé, from the Canghe Sword Sect. May I ask… which sect does Young Master Chen belong to?”
“Ahem… Just an insignificant disciple from the Mist Spirit Sect.”
“Mist Spirit Sect, huh?” Ju Shaohé nodded thoughtfully, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
His gaze held a hint of disdain.
…As expected, everyone kicks a man when he’s down. Mist Spirit Sect disciples probably faced such scorn everywhere now.
Thinking about how he was partly responsible for their downfall, Chen Yin couldn’t help but touch his nose awkwardly.
“Young Master Ju, it’s time for your patients’ checkup.”
Nan Xiaoxiang said gracefully, “It’s getting late, and your medicine won’t be ready today. Please come back tomorrow.”
“Of course, of course. I’ll come visit you again tomorrow, Miss Nan.”
He nodded repeatedly with a forced smile, glancing at Chen Yin before leaving.
Chen Yin pretended not to notice.
After Ju Shaohé and his entourage had left, Nan Xiaoxiang finally let out a sigh of relief.
“Heh, I didn’t realize you were so popular, Miss Nan.” Chen Yin teased casually.
“If you don’t want those fox demons to continue recovering here, keep talking.”
Nan Xiaoxiang glared at him, her voice cold and sharp.
Chen Yin shrugged, defeated.
…This woman was truly fierce.
“Where are they?”
“Follow me.”
Nan Xiaoxiang led Chen Yin through the winding corridors and spacious courtyards, finally stopping at a secluded section of the clinic.
“We’re here,” she said softly.
Chen Yin took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door.
The moment the door opened…
A flash of green darted towards him, burying itself in his arms.
“Young Master!” A voice filled with joy and relief rang out from within his embrace.
Chen Yin smiled and gently stroked the trembling fox ears.
“Good girl, Luo Luo. See, I kept my promise and came back for you.”
The young girl in his arms, her face still carrying a hint of childishness, looked up at him and grinned, revealing her adorable fangs.
“Heehee.”
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