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[Inheritance: Pleasure Doctor Pagma’s Inheritance ]

Type: Healing Inheritance

Grade: Heaven Rank

Healing Style: By Hand Casting

Core Skill: Pleasure Inducing Restoration

Effect: Heals the body by stimulating vital pleasure energy pathways, eliminating pain and accelerating recovery through sensory-based activation.

Cost: 500 Fate Points

Requirement: Host must possess a Yin Flower

Future Mastery Unlock Conditions: Multiple stages requiring dual cultivation compatibility, body refinement, and advanced control over own body pleasure.

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Silence filled the room... Tony stared at the panel.

"Heaven Rank...?!" " "For 500?!!!"

That alone made no sense.

He scrolled slightly... The details remained unchanged.

Then his eyes landed on the requirement.

"The host must possess a Yin Flower..."

Tony froze for a second... but suddenly he began to laugh loudly.

The so-called "Yin Flower." The thing he had taken from Emma Rock through that fake marriage.

Tony leaned back slightly, exhaling as he stared at the golden panel.

"I don’t know whether to laugh... or curse my luck."

A Heaven-grade inheritance... Right in front of him... At the exact cost he could afford...! With the exact requirement he unknowingly fulfilled.

"Fate really has a twisted sense of humor..." Tony muttered to himself before setting eyes on the system screen.

"Purchase."

The system responded instantly... The panel dissolved into light.

And the next moment— Pain filled his thoughts.

A flood of information crashed into his mind like a tidal wave. Tony’s body tensed slightly as countless streams of knowledge poured into his consciousness without restraint.

He gritted his teeth as he felt himself drawing inside an ocean of knowledge. The process was slow and painful.

"So this is how inheritance works...!"

Images flashed rapidly... Herbs... Their properties... Their combinations, Elixirs, Formulas, Ratios, Timing.

Then— Techniques, Hand movements, control.

Tony’s breathing slowed as the information settled deeper into his mind.

Tony lost his sense of time. Hours passed, but the pain increased with each passing moment.

The system wasn’t just giving him knowledge... It was rewriting his perception and innate thinking.

***

Tony opened his eyes.

The first thing he felt was hunger. The second thing he noticed was the light. Afternoon... the sun rays were falling directly on his face.

He had lost track of time completely while receiving the inheritance.

It had happened somewhere in the middle of the night— the inheritance flooding in all at once, memories and knowledge pouring through him like a river breaking a dam.

Pleasure Doctor Pagma... The inheritance had hit him like a second life.

He ignored the hunger and reached for the thick book Natasha had given him— The Complete Canon of Traditional Healing Arts. He flipped it open.

Page one. He already knew it.

Page five. He already knew it.

He started flipping faster. Herb after herb, property after property, preparation method after method. Every single entry in the book was already sitting inside his head, cleaner and more detailed than what Natasha had written.

Pagma’s memories hadn’t just given him names. They had given him smell, texture, growth patterns, rare variants, combination effects that weren’t in any book he had ever seen.

The entire canon took him ten minutes to scan completely.

"Seems like this Dr. Pagma is really worthy," Tony muttered, closing the book. Not a single herb he didn’t already know. Not one...!

He paused on the pages where Natasha had written her own personal insights in the margins— small notes, underlined passages, questions she had left herself. Those he took his time with. Her theories were worth understanding.

She was a Rank Seven doctor. Even Pagma’s memories had limits, and Natasha had clearly pushed past several of them in her own way.

After finishing, Tony sat back and stared at the ceiling.

"What rank doctor am I right now?" he muttered to himself. Compared to Peak Master Natasha, a Rank Seven doctor, where did Pagma’s inherited knowledge actually place him? He didn’t have a clean answer. But it was a question worth finding out.

He glanced at the golden orb on the table. The time on the display made him sit up straight.

"God, it’s already too late!" He was on his feet before the thought finished.

Natasha had given him a task of collecting the thirteen specific herbs, to be delivered before evening. If he walked in empty-handed, she would use it as an excuse to punish him, and she had made it very clear.

He grabbed his storage ring and left the residence on a run.

***

Tony moved fast towards the entrance gate.

As he passed through the entrance gate, he noticed the unusual staring.

People stared at him all the time. That was nothing new. His background alone was enough to turn heads, and the evil boy reputation had been following him since before he could properly grow a beard. He was used to looks.

But this was different.

"What now...?" Tony wasn’t unfamiliar with being watched. His reputation alone ensured that people often looked at him differently.

But this time it felt exaggerated. As if he had become something worse overnight.

A group of lower disciples whispered among themselves.

"That’s him..."

"The one they were talking about..."

"I heard he forced his own clan members to fight each other..."

Another voice joined in. "They said he enjoys watching people suffer..."

"And he got in through connections... no talent at all..."

Tony kept walking. He didn’t stop... Didn’t react.

The servants and visitors waiting near the gate weren’t just curious. They were looking at him the way people look at someone who got out of jail after a murder.

Tony didn’t stop. He didn’t have time. But he noticed the difference.

What he didn’t know was that the stories had already spread through the entire academy and into the outer areas overnight.

Not rumours— targeted lies, funded and directed.

The first prince Mark Smith’s servants had been working quietly and efficiently, paying people to talk, spreading stories into every corner of the academy.

’Tony Clark, the rich spoiled Young master.... No talent in the martial path. Got his Inner Disciple position through pure family connections while real disciples bled for years trying to earn the same rank.

A cruel bully who made his own family members beat each other for his entertainment and watched with a smile. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

A fool who had somehow landed in the Healing Tower— and was going to start killing-patients the moment he got his hands on them...’

The stories grew with every retelling. By the time they reached the outer servants and the people waiting at the gate, Tony had become something between a joke and a monster.

Everyone had a version. Everyone had heard it from someone reliable.

And Tony walked right past all of it, completely unaware, heading into the forest to collect herbs before an old woman punished him for being late.