Wang Jian had no intention of revealing the existence of the ancient tomb in the deep mountains, but Xu Changqing's words served as a reminder.

"Master, this ancient tomb must be extraordinary. Perhaps it holds a method that could help you reach the next level."

At Wang Jian's words, Xu Changqing was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Silly boy, I let go of such ambitions when I gave you the Human Pill. Don't use this to test an old-timer like me... I've lived for so long that my heart has moved past that phase of insatiable obsession. Compared to my own breakthrough, I'd much rather see you go further. So far, in fact, that even your master wouldn't believe it..."

Xu Changqing was filled with emotion. Taking Wang Jian as his disciple had been a pure coincidence, and he never imagined the young man would come this far. "The path of the Yang Soul is not well-documented in the ancient texts," Xu Changqing continued. "Any mentions are just bits and pieces. Details on its Cultivation are either deliberately omitted or have been destroyed. But regardless of the text, the most valuable attribute recorded about the Yang Soul is its ability to replace your physical body, rendering you immortal. This is our school's path to longevity."

"Our predecessors spent their entire lives unable to take this step, yet you've succeeded."

"So, you should focus on your own progress and stop worrying about this old coot."

Xu Changqing spoke with a mix of casual freedom and seriousness; there was no pretense in his words.

Wang Jian understood his master's sentiment, but he had no intention of following his advice. If that tomb contained anything that could help Xu Changqing advance further, he would retrieve it without a second thought. Even if Xu Changqing refused to accept it, he would find a way to give it to him secretly.

Xu Changqing had his principles, but Wang Jian had his own convictions. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Having received the answer he wanted, Xu Changqing didn't stay long, returning to meet up with Zhang Cheng and the others. He also took it upon himself to shield Wang Jian from the group of doctors, whose curiosity was now burning brighter than ever.

When Wang Jian returned home and saw Xu Qian, he had another thought. Perhaps that tomb held other treasures as well.

He walked over and pulled Xu Qian into an embrace, ignoring her pushing him away because of the heat. He gave her a kiss before asking, "Sister Qian, have you been practicing the fist techniques and stances I taught you lately?"

Xu Qian rolled her eyes at him. "Don't you know perfectly well whether I've been practicing or not?"

The boy had a habit of playfully interrupting her whenever she was practicing her punches and stances in the early morning.

"Hehehe," Wang Jian chuckled, his hands not idle. "Sister Qian, wouldn't you like to stay young forever?"

When talking to women, you have to appeal to what they care about most... like their age.

As expected, the moment Wang Jian said this, Xu Qian twisted around to face him. "Are you serious? You didn't discover something new again, did you?"

In truth, Xu Qian was holding something back. She had gone to find Wang Jian the night before last, right when he was attempting to send his Yang Soul out of his body for the first time. She had intended to bring him some melon, but when she opened the door, she found him floating in mid-air, bathed in a soft glow. If Xu Qian hadn't been somewhat mentally prepared for the strangeness of Wang Jian's Cultivation, she likely would have screamed on the spot. So now, hearing him mention eternal youth struck a chord deep within her.

"Not exactly," Wang Jian explained. "After you experience the sensation of Qi, you can learn to cultivate the Yin Yang Dao. From there, you cultivate the Yang Soul and use it to leave your body, roaming the mortal world day and night... There are ancient texts that mention a Yang Soul attaining immortality. Of course, I think that's unreliable, but cultivating these things can at least keep you looking young."

Fearing she might not believe him, he used Xu Changqing as an example.

"Look at my master. He's almost a hundred years old, but he looks like he's forty. And my master's Cultivation is only at the Qi Refinement stage."

Xu Qian listened in a daze, unable to get a word in. Finally, she murmured, "Are you saying I could do it too? But... but... I've been training with you for months now, and I haven't even felt a hint of Qi. The only change is that I have a bit more energy." She then muttered to herself, "Maybe I just don't have the talent for this."

Wang Jian smiled. "It really does require talent; otherwise, it wouldn't be nearly impossible to find people who can learn it. But that was in the past. Things might be different now."

"Speaking of which, that reminds me of my disciple." Only then did Wang Jian remember he had an apprentice, and he wondered how Peng Qing's son was doing. If the boy didn't have to attend school, Wang Jian would have seriously considered keeping him by his side. With his talent, he definitely had the potential to reach Wang Jian's current level.

"You mean Ping An?" Xu Qian remembered the boy. "The National Day holiday is coming up. If you miss him, why don't you invite him over to play?"

Wang Jian nodded and continued to dote on Xu Qian. After their intimate moments lulled Xu Qian to sleep, he felt refreshed and allowed his Yang Soul to leave his body, continuing the night's Cultivation.

「Another night passed.」

He headed to the clinic, full of energy. Zhang Haiyuan and Zhang Cheng were already waiting, and even the group of doctors had arrived early. The village committee office doors were still locked, but a crowd had already gathered at the village entrance. Villagers on their way to the market shot sidelong glances at the outsiders, curious about who they were but too intimidated to speak to them.

Li Dayu was the only villager chatting with the group, though not by choice. The moment he had arrived that morning, they had cornered him, peppering him with questions about Wang Jian. They wanted to know every single detail, from his childhood to the present. Li Dayu could only respond with an awkward laugh and vague answers, not even having had time to open the door. He was also reluctant to admit that his relationship with Wang Jian hadn't always been so close—they had just been neighbors. Seeing Wang Jian approach was a huge relief. He quickly pointed in Wang Jian's direction and scurried away to unlock the door. Ever since more and more impressive people had started visiting the village, his position as village chief had become purely nominal. He felt more like Wang Jian's assistant. It wasn't that he minded; dealing with scenes like this simply gave him a bittersweet feeling.

"Everyone."

Wang Jian hadn't expected to walk into such a scene on his way to work. He had figured that, at most, his master and Zhang Cheng's group would be here. Who would have thought that five representatives from the doctors, led by Sun Fu, would show up?

Upon seeing him, they all began pleading with him to consider the advancement of human medicine and teach them. Some even shouted that they wanted to become his disciples. Even Sun Fu joined in, creating a spectacle that left Xu Changqing and Zhang Cheng speechless. However, it was clear the two of them knew this was going to happen and made no move to intervene.

"Guarding me like this is pointless," Wang Jian said. "Strictly speaking, the method I used to save Zhang Haiyuan last night is beyond the scope of medicine. Even if I tried to teach you, you wouldn't be able to learn it."

These weren't ordinary people, so it wasn't appropriate to just shoo them away. Wang Jian could only lay his cards on the table. "If I could teach you, I would. But I honestly can't."

Thinking Wang Jian was angry, Sun Fu stepped out from the crowd, bowed deeply, and began to apologize. "Doctor Wang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have abused my authority for personal reasons and rejected your application. The National Medical Group serves the medical field of Huaxia. It is not my personal organization. I am not fit to be the chief. Please, you must join the National Medical Group and lead us as its chief."

But when the other doctors heard this, they grew unhappy. Last night at the hotel, Sun Fu had never mentioned that he had offended Wang Jian.

Good grief! They had been racking their brains, wondering why such an incredible young talent hadn't been recruited into the National Medical Group. It turned out the culprit was standing right here.