Seeing that the Medicine King, Sun He, and Master Xumituo had both published their medical case compilations, causing quite a stir, with their names spreading throughout the Xinglin community, Xia Yuan and Xu An, who had always supported Lin Miao, began to worry on his behalf.

In the "Path to Sainthood" trial, the size of one’s reputation is also one of the factors determining rankings.

Lin Miao truly didn’t care much about this "ranking."

People fear fame like pigs fear getting fat. For a small fry like him with no big backer, it’s best to keep a low profile and develop quietly.

Xia Yuan and Xu An had attended so many of Lin Miao’s mini-lectures recently, and they benefited immensely. Naturally, they also attempted to use Lin Miao’s methods and prescriptions during their clinic consultations with patients.

And once they tried, the results were truly astonishing!

So, having received such a great favor, they felt it would be unreasonable not to help out in some way.

Especially Xia Yuan, whose daughter was Lin Miao’s first disciple and would be the senior sister of the Lin Family in the future. The more renowned Lin Miao became, the more Xia Zhu would rise along with him naturally.

Moreover, his wife’s health improved significantly after taking the prescriptions Lin Miao provided. Her heart felt better, and she could basically take care of herself without needing special care.

Otherwise, Xia Yuan wouldn’t have had the spare time to attend Lin Miao’s mini-lectures at night.

And then there was the "Medical Three Character Classics," which Xia Yuan had recommended to Mr. Sang, hoping to commend Lin Miao to the higher-ups in the Dongshan Prefecture Medical Bureau.

However, Mr. Sang considered it merely an introductory medical textbook and refused to agree. He even objected to placing it in the Scripture Pavilion of the Dongshan Xinglin Institute, claiming that the content needed review to prevent misleading young medical students.

But Xia Yuan knew that the "Medical Three Character Classics" had already been designated a compulsory subject for the Xu Family’s students.

Though it hadn’t spread yet, Xia Yuan believed that it would become an immortal medical work. It summarized medical knowledge in an extremely concise manner that was easy to remember, deeply insightful, and once understood, would never be forgotten. It would form a "mark," imprinted in one’s blood, or even soul!

Even he, now, while writing a prescription, often recalled its familiar content. The more he pondered, the more he realized its logic, whereas what he had studied before had become somewhat blurry, because remembering this was easier and faster.

Mr. Sang, that old man, not only lacked courage but also failed to recognize talent, occupying a position without doing anything, which was extremely infuriating.

Therefore, they had to find another way to help Lin Miao gain fame, and compiling the medical case collection required authorization from everyone involved.

This was why the three of them came to find Lin Miao.

Lin Miao knew well that this matter was also to help spread his name. Besides, once the medical cases were passed down, they could help more doctors and patients.

He was considered a half-outsider. Being able to leave his mark in this world while helping people—why not?

Because of the medical case compilation, Xia Yuan and Xu An got access to all of Lin Miao’s diagnostic and prescription materials, which delighted them enormously.

Among these, only Xia Zhu and Sun Youwei could access the materials at any time, while the three supervisors were the only ones qualified to view them.

It wasn’t that others couldn’t see them, but rather, they had no opportunity.

...

Rest, enter meditation.

In the middle of the night, Lin Miao suddenly felt a jolt of anxiety, as if sensing that something was about to happen.

This sixth sense had grown increasingly acute since he came to this world and began living his second life, and it had been consistently accurate.

It felt very unsettling.

Agitated and unable to calm down, let alone sleep, he put on his coat, opened the door, and went outside, intending to take a walk to calm his nerves by breathing in the cold night air.

As he came downstairs, he was surprised to find two graceful silhouettes practicing swordsmanship in the backyard under the moonlight.

In the moonlight, the two figures moved as nimble as swallows. Liansuo and Lianxin were twin sisters, one in white and the other in green, practicing identical swordsmanship that flowed smoothly.

The elder sister, Lianxin, dressed in white, had eyes as calm as an ancient well, deep like a pool. Every swing of her sword carried the breath of the wind; the younger sister, Liansuo, clad in green, had eyes sparkling with cleverness, her sword tip dancing lightly as if teasing the breeze.

Every time a sword tip touched the ground, it made a soft sound, like a lover’s whisper, with the sword shadows weaving between them, like two swimming dragons rolling freely in the air.

Their movements became increasingly swift, with the sword qi sparkling under the moonlight, chilly and menacing. Their figures leaped into the air, so fast they were almost indistinguishable from one another, their superb swordsmanship was truly astounding.

Suddenly, in an instant, their sword tips clashed, producing a clear "zing" that rippled like a stone creating ripples in a lake.

The two sisters exchanged smiles, their twin sword shadows, hearts interconnected. They infused their emotions into their swordsmanship, elevating its power to a higher plane.

"Cough, cough..."

"Lianxin, Liansuo greets the young master." The sisters seemed so engrossed in their practice that they hadn’t noticed Lin Miao standing on the steps in the courtyard.

It was also intentional on Lin Miao’s part not to make any noise, even restraining his aura.

"It’s impolite to watch without an invitation while you ladies are practicing swordsmanship under the moon," Lin Miao hurriedly apologized.

"Oh, young master, this is your home. We sisters practicing here, if we disturbed you, it would be our fault, not yours," Lianxin quickly said, slightly bowing.

"I watched your sword skills, and they are extraordinarily exquisite, truly awe-inspiring," Lin Miao praised, "but why are you practicing in the middle of the night instead of resting in your rooms?"

"We sisters are tasked with protecting the young master’s family, so it’s our duty to stand guard at night. Feeling a bit bored, we sparred with each other in the courtyard and disturbed the young master’s rest."

"Oh no, I couldn’t sleep and came down for a walk when I happened upon your practice," Lin Miao replied, figuring these two sisters often got up to practice swordsmanship at midnight, a habit he suspected, "Actually, there’s no need for you to do this. In the house, it’s safe. Your main duty is to offer protection when my senior sister is out. At other times, feel free to do your own things, stroll the streets, buy things, or take turns, so you don’t stress yourselves out."

Lianxin and Liansuo exchanged a glance and saw a gleam of joy in each other’s eyes. Coming down from the mountain to this lively and bustling city, everything was fresh to them, yet they didn’t dare make a single mistake due to their mission.

After all, this was a trial task for the two sisters, and failing to complete it would result in punishment when they returned to the mountain.

"Starting tomorrow, one of you should accompany my senior sister each day, allowing the other to have free time, but don’t wander off too far. Let’s do it that way," Lin Miao instructed.

"Yes, young master."

"Give me a sword." Lin Miao suddenly thought of something and said to the two sisters.

Sister Lianxin hesitated for a moment before handing her sword to Lin Miao. He took it with his hand; a seven-foot refined steel sword with a white jade hilt, carrying a hint of soft jade fragrance. He flicked the sword lightly, producing a crisp sword hum.

What a good sword! 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"I also have a set of swordsmanship. Please allow me to demonstrate it for you two ladies." Lin Miao chuckled, shaking the long sword and causing a clear and resonant sword hum.

The sword tip extended forward, executing a move like a sparrow darting through trees, instantly creating ripples, the air vibrating, then twisting like a living dragon in mid-air, sometimes like a dragon surfacing from the sea, sometimes like a swimming dragon playing in the water, as fast as lightning.

The two sisters’ eyes widened instantly. Wasn’t this their swordsmanship from earlier? Yet, it seemed slightly different, as if it had been improved.

With the last strike, Lin Miao exhaled, performing a beautiful sword-retracting motion.

"The highest realm of swordsmanship is the unity of man and sword. This set of swordsmanship I developed is called the Twelve Forms of Form and Intent. I devised it by observing birds and beasts in the mountains, hoping it will be of help to you two ladies!" Lin Miao walked over, returning the sword to Lianxin.

Lianxin and Liansuo were both somewhat stupefied.

They had over ten years of skill in swordsmanship and naturally recognized the artistry. Although Lin Miao’s modifications had some rough edges, not quite smooth, just by watching them practice once, he could identify the flaws in their swordsmanship, correct them, and derive an advanced sword technique—what a terrifying talent. After all, the swordsmanship they practiced was painstakingly developed by the elders of the Snow Mountain Sect.

Especially since they were unique compared to others, with a mutual understanding of each other’s intents, making them most suitable for two-against-one, thus their swordsmanship was called Twin Swords.

Lianxin and Liansuo, the twin sisters, were pure-hearted, untouched by worldly impurities, which was indeed quite rare.

If only they could always stay with Senior Sister, with their talent and undistracted minds, their future achievements would surely be significant.

Keeping them around would require some thought.

Martial transmission is merely one element.

Ouch!

Just now, he boasted a bit too much, his waist gave out, and when Lin Miao saw the two women were not looking, he supported his waist, grimacing slightly.

He pushed open the door, and a faint smell of blood hit his nostrils.

There was someone in the room.

The familiar scent—it was Si Miaoxue!

Lin Miao was greatly startled. The demoness had returned. He quickly took out a firestarter, lit the oil lamp on the table, and looked up.

He saw Si Miaoxue sitting upright on his bed, eyes tightly shut, her face pale without a hint of blood, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Miao hurriedly checked her breathing—none.

Trouble!

Lin Miao then felt her pulse, and was even more frightened when he couldn’t detect it. From when he went downstairs to meeting the sisters Lianxin and Liansuo, it had only been the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

Si Miaoxue should have returned within this time. She couldn’t have entered just as he stepped out...

It wouldn’t be that coincidental timing.

Lin Miao suddenly felt his back drenched in cold sweat. Si Miaoxue, don’t you dare have an accident. Although our relationship hasn’t deepened much, you are still my first woman, it’s impossible to have no feelings at all.

There’s still time!

Go straight to the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.

After a brief contemplation, he decided to take a gamble. Life and death depend on fate. The first needle was not at the "Renzhong" but at the "Baihui" on top of the head, because he knew well that Si Miaoxue had already opened her Ren and Du Meridians, her vitality much stronger than an ordinary person’s. Unless her heart meridian was severed, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Damn it, let’s go all out!

Lin Miao took the risk to channel his internal energy into the silver needle. Such intense stimulation would surely be unbearable for ordinary people, but for Si Miaoxue, it might be different.

Her cultivation was already at the Great Perfection of Blood Melting Realm, having cleared her Ren and Du Meridians, ready to breakthrough to the Meridian Passage Realm at any time.

This kind of physical condition could endure it, and he didn’t apply the force all at once, but gradually increased it.

Intense stimulation is not about exerting force suddenly, but for the first needle, a jolt is necessary, to bring her back to life, and then other matters can be considered.

As long as she revives, the rest can be gradually nursed back.

Thud!

A very faint sound came from Si Miaoxue’s chest. Lin Miao’s eyes flashed with excitement, his hand trembled slightly, almost causing the needle to go astray.

Thud, thud...

Her heartbeat resumed!

Her pulse too!

Lin Miao was overjoyed, immediately proceeding with his intended needle technique.

"Senior Sister, quick, help me out. Brew a bowl of Rescue Soup, hurry." Lin Miao knocked on Sun Youwei’s door, handing her a prescription.

"So much ginseng, who is it for?"

"It’s for Miaoxue, she’s hurt, quickly." Lin Miao didn’t have time to explain to Sun Youwei; he had to proceed with the acupuncture to stabilize Si Miaoxue’s condition.