I Grind to Martial Saint

Master Xuanye heard Han Yuan’s words and smiled. "That will be a matter for your generation."

A shadow passed over Han Yuan’s eyes, and he fell silent.

"I once had a good friend who specialized in researching the Evil Demon Seed."

"More than a hundred years have passed, but with his level of Cultivation, he shouldn’t have passed away from his lifespan running out."

"If Director Han happens to meet him in the future, you can seek his guidance."

Master Xuanye said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Han Yuan quickly asked, "Senior, what is this friend’s name... and where is he cultivating now?"

"His name is Chunyangzi, and he resides on Taicang Mountain in Nanwu Province."

"But over a hundred years have passed. I don’t know if he is still there."

Master Xuanye said softly.

"Nanwu Province... Taicang Mountain."

"If I get the chance, I will definitely make the trip."

Han Yuan said with a nod.

’Nanwu Province is right next to Jianghe Province, so the journey won’t be too long.’

"Also, this little sword. Please give it to Zhang Cang."

"The sword is damaged, but it can still be repaired."

"I hope that in Zhang Cang’s hands, this sword can once again shine with brilliance."

Master Xuanye took out the little Peach Wood Sword, which was covered in cracks, and placed it in Han Yuan’s hand.

"Rest assured, Senior."

Han Yuan said solemnly.

Master Xuanye nodded, then suddenly looked into the distance and said with pleasant surprise, "To think that I, a humble Daoist, would be able to see the sunrise again."

Han Yuan looked over.

The torrential rain that had fallen for days had quietly stopped.

A red sun leaped up from the river’s surface in the distance, its reflection shimmering on the water.

"It’s a new day."

Han Yuan said softly.

When he turned to look back, he found Master Xuanye still smiling, but his head had slumped forward.

Han Yuan took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to Master Xuanye.

"HUFF~"

Just then, Old Yan startled awake as if from a nightmare.

Seeing Han Yuan bowing towards him, he jumped in fright.

"Director Han, you’ll take years off my life bowing to me like that!"

Old Yan said hurriedly.

Han Yuan said, exasperated, "I wasn’t bowing to you... I was bowing to that senior."

Realization dawned on Old Yan. He then sighed and said, "I can feel that the senior’s lingering obsession has faded."

Even Han Yuan could see it, so how could a shrewd old hand like him fail to notice that Zhang Cang had been possessed by a wisp of that lingering will?

"Let’s head back first." Han Yuan didn’t want to say any more.

Zhang Cang was still unconscious, so Han Yuan had no choice but to carry him on his back.

Old Yan tried to stand up but felt dizzy and faint.

"What’s going on... Where’s my Magical Power... Why is my vitality so weak?!"

Old Yan could barely stand.

Clearly, spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood, as Master Xuanye had just done, took a massive toll on the body.

Han Yuan shook his head helplessly. He had no choice but to carry Zhang Cang on his back while supporting Old Yan with his other hand and walk toward Sanshui Village.

Fortunately, Zhang Cang finally woke up halfway there.

However, he was in very low spirits and remained silent the whole time.

When they reached the riverbank near Sanshui Village, Huang Xian’Er was still waiting for them.

Seeing the three of them, her expression finally relaxed a little.

"The torrential rain has finally stopped."

"That Wu Lian... you must have killed her, right?"

Huang Xian’Er couldn’t help but ask.

"Yes, I’ve eliminated Wu Lian."

"The threat of the flood should be over."

Han Yuan said softly.

Huang Xian’Er nodded. "That’s good."

’But something feels strange.’

’They clearly eliminated Wu Lian and resolved the crisis in Cangshui County Town, and none of them seem to be hurt.’

’And yet, I can’t shake the feeling that their moods are strange.’

’Especially Zhang Cang. I’ve never seen him so dejected.’

’But in this situation, I’d better not pry.’

By the time their group returned to Cangshui County Town, the streets were filled with the sound of celebratory firecrackers.

The common people had all poured into the streets, celebrating with great joy.

Because the days of torrential rain had finally stopped!

Their homes would not be submerged, and they would not end up homeless.

Everyone was exceptionally happy.

Some wealthy merchants were even handing out silver on the streets.

If Cangshui County Town had been flooded, the common people would have suffered great losses, but for those with large family fortunes and businesses, the losses would have been even greater!

Seeing the scene on the streets, Zhang Cang suddenly smiled. "The Daoist Master would be very happy to see this, wouldn’t he?"

Han Yuan clapped him on the shoulder. "Of course he would."

Huang Xian’Er was completely confused.

’Who is this Daoist Master Zhang Cang is talking about?’

’I didn’t know there was a Daoist Master involved.’

But Zhang Cang clearly needed to sort out his feelings. After saying goodbye to the others, he left alone.

Huang Xian’Er wanted to go and ask him what was going on.

But Han Yuan stopped her. "Let him cool down on his own. We can talk in a few days."

Hearing this, although Huang Xian’Er was full of questions, she could only leave with Han Yuan.

In the days that followed, it no longer rained in Cangshui County Town; the sky was clear for several days in a row.

The surging floodwaters finally began to recede.

The weight on Wen Zhiyuan’s heart was finally lifted.

The populace held all sorts of sacrificial ceremonies, believing that Heaven had shown mercy.

The incense burned more vigorously than ever at the Dragon King Temple by the docks; it was said that even the threshold had been worn down by all the visitors.

「At the railing of the Drunken Immortal Tower.」

Han Yuan watched the procession on the street below, which was carrying a statue of the Dragon King, his expression flickering.

"Do these people really think the Dragon King took pity on them?"

"It was Daoist Xuanlei and our efforts that put an end to this disastrous flood."

Huang Xian’Er, who was sitting across from Han Yuan, snorted coldly.

Over the past few days, she had also learned what had truly happened beneath the river’s waters.

"It doesn’t matter... I’m sure Master wouldn’t have cared about such things."

Zhang Cang, sitting beside Huang Xian’Er, shook his head faintly.

After a few days, he had finally managed to get his emotions under control.

"The Daoist Master was indeed a transcendent expert; he wouldn’t care about these things."

Han Yuan added.

"You two are certainly magnanimous."

Huang Xian’Er pouted.

But she hadn’t contributed much to the matter, so she couldn’t really say more.

"In the next couple of days, I plan to close down Lingcang Medical Hall."

"I’m going back to Thunderstruck Forest to repair the Wind and Thunder Daoist Temple."

Zhang Cang said with a serious expression.

"What? You’re not going to continue practicing medicine and saving people?"

Huang Xian’Er asked, puzzled.

"Of course I will. I’m going to convert a room in the Daoist Temple specifically for treating patients."

Zhang Cang said softly.

"I think that’s a great idea."

"I’ll donate one thousand taels of silver to start."

Han Yuan took out a silver note.

Zhang Cang was about to politely decline, but Han Yuan smiled and said, "Zhang Cang, to me, one thousand taels of silver is not much anymore. But for you, earning one thousand taels could take up a lot of time you could be using to treat patients and save lives."

Zhang Cang thought for a moment, then accepted the one thousand taels of silver.

"Thank you, Brother Han."

Seeing Han Yuan contribute, Huang Xian’Er also took out a silver note. "Then the Huang Family will also contribute one thousand taels of silver."

"Besides, my father donates a lot of money to temples and Daoist Temples every day. Yours won’t make a difference."

Zhang Cang said seriously, "Thank you, Miss Huang."

"Well then, I hope the Wind and Thunder Temple reopens soon."

"Oh, right. This is what the Daoist Master asked me to give you."

"He hoped that if you get the chance in the future, you could try to repair this little Peach Wood Sword."

Han Yuan took out the little Peach Wood Sword.

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