Mortals' aspirations to cultivate immortality

"this."

Zhao Bufan couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the short-haired young man he fished out from the pond.

This young man has an extraordinary handsome appearance, a transcendent temperament, and the clothes he wears are of excellent quality. At first glance, he looks like a person of extremely noble origin.

"Why did this young master appear here out of nowhere? Could it be that he was responsible for the big commotion just now?"

Zhao Bufan tested the young man's breathing and found that he was still alive, but unconscious for unknown reasons.

"Forget it, let's carry it back first. Xiao Qi will come over tomorrow to collect the medicine. I hope you can hold on until then."

The Xiao Qi mentioned by Zhao Bufan, named Zhu Qi, is a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect Medical Hall. He joined the Xiaoyao Sect in the same year as Zhao Bufan, and the two have a good relationship.

The disciple who was responsible for planting medicine was not allowed to leave the medicine garden, so even if Zhao Bufan wanted to save the young man, he could only wait until Zhu Qi came to show him tomorrow.

After carrying the young man back to the cabin where he lived, Zhao Bufan continued to practice.

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"He must have suffered a heavy blow to the brain and there was blood congestion in his head, which caused him to fall into a coma."

"But the strange thing is that there is no sign of injury on the back of his head."

Zhu Qi is about the same age as Zhao Bufan. He is a disciple of the master of the medical hall. He has already made some achievements in medical skills after just four years of training.

But Zhu Qina had never heard of a situation like the young man in front of him.

Zhao Bufan immediately asked: "Is there any hope?"

Zhu Qi nodded: "It's not too serious. The congestion won't kill him. Just wait until I give him acupuncture to remove the congestion in his head."

As a doctor, Zhu Qi naturally has acupuncture on his body.

After asking Zhao Bufan to help the young man stand up, Zhu Qi immediately took out the acupuncture and started applying it.

"Um?"

After a while, Zhu Qi frowned.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Bufan looked puzzled.

However, Zhu Qi was more puzzled than Zhao Bufan.

"It's strange that my acupuncture is made of black iron and can penetrate gold cracked stone, but it can't penetrate this young master's skin."

While talking, Zhu Qi also used acupuncture to prick the young man's arm in order to give Zhao Bufan a visual inspection.

As a result, the acupuncture was bent and could not penetrate into the young man's skin.

Although the skin looks extremely white and tender, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is as strong as gold and stone.

"Is there such a powerful master in this world?"

Zhao Bufan looked shocked. As a first-class master, he would never be able to reach this level. Not to mention resisting the acupuncture when he was in a coma, even when he was awake, he couldn't do it using internal body protection.

Could it be that this young man, who seems to have an extraordinary background, is the legendary Martial Saint?

After all, even the Grand Master has never heard of it being so powerful.

"The facts are right in front of us. There are such powerful people in this world."

Zhu Qi was equally shocked. He had seen his master give acupuncture to the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, but the acupuncture penetrated into the body of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect very easily.

You know, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect is the Martial Saint!

He has reached the end of martial arts, and he is completely unable to resist acupuncture.

If even the Martial Saint cannot achieve this level, then only the legendary Immortal can do it.

Looking at this short-haired young man with handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, Zhu Qi felt more and more likely.

"What should we do?" Zhao Bufan looked at Zhu Qi: "We can't just ignore it, right?"

Zhu Qi immediately said: "You can only take care of him slowly first. When I cultivate my inner strength one day and become a first-class master, it will be possible to use my inner strength as a needle."

"Okay." Zhao Bufan was a little helpless. Fortunately, no one usually came to this medicine field, so one more unconscious person wouldn't hurt.

After explaining some things to Zhao Bufan, Zhu Qi left immediately.

Regarding the speculation about this young man's identity, Zhu Qi still planned to bury it in his heart and not share it with others. As for Zhao Bufan, Zhao Bufan was involved in the whole process of rescuing this young man anyway, and it didn't matter whether he said it or not.

It's better to wait until the person is revived.

In the following days, Zhao Bufan's life became stable.

Take care of the medicine field, take care of this mysterious young man, and practice.

Just do these things every day, and only these things.

Before I knew it, two and a half years had passed.

Zhao Bufan, who is already seventeen years old, has reached the pinnacle of first-class masters with his good martial arts talent. If he takes one step further, he can reach the rank of grandmaster.

The task of planting medicinal materials was limited to two years. A year ago, Zhao Bufan had completed the task and could leave the medicine field. However, in order to take care of the young man who was still in a coma, Zhao Bufan chose to carry out the task of planting medicinal materials again.

In the past two and a half years, Zhu Qi seemed to have disappeared and never came back.

Just when Zhao Bufan thought Zhu Qi had forgotten this place, Zhu Qi finally came.

"Xiao Fan, I have become a first-class master!"

Zhu Qi was very excited. His martial arts talent was not as good as Zhao Bufan's. In the past two and a half years, he had worked very hard to become a first-class master, just to earn enough resources to practice.

His hard work paid off, and he finally became a first-rate master.

After becoming a first-class master, Zhu Qi rushed over immediately.

Zhao Bufan's eyes lit up: "Great, let's go rescue that young master quickly!"

"Okay!" Zhu Qi nodded and followed Zhao Bufan into the cabin.

"It's strange, this young man has never had a bowel movement except for eating and drinking."

Zhao Bufan entered the wooden house and shared the strangeness of the young man with Zhu Qi.

Zhu Qi nodded, and his guess that the young man was an immortal deepened a little bit.

The two came to the young man, and Zhu Qi took the young man's pulse as usual.

Sure enough, the young man's body was still completely fine, but the blood clots in his brain caused him to not wake up.

Zhu Qi tried to inject some internal force into the young man's body, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after finding that the internal force could enter the young man's body.

Although he said that he could try to use the internal force two and a half years ago, it was just a guess. Now it's good that the internal force has an effect.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qi immediately asked Zhao Bufan to help the young man up, and then put his palm on the young man's head and began to inject internal force into the young man's brain.

With Zhu Qi's means, even if the internal force was injected into the young man's body, it would not cause any damage to the young man's body.

But the blood clots were not part of the young man's body. After injecting enough internal force, Zhu Qi roared and used his internal force to shatter the blood clots.

Although this may be a temporary solution, the young man will probably wake up. We can wait until he wakes up to deal with the rest.

Sure enough, just after the blood clots were shattered, a voice rang out: "Who are you!"