Dragon's Origin

No matter how powerful the Song and Dai families were, they couldn't possibly guard such a vast area of hundreds of miles. With Wang Sheng's formidable wilderness survival skills and combat experience, finding a loophole was as easy as eating and drinking.

Wang Sheng left in a swaggering manner, and even when he reached populated areas, no one noticed anything unusual about him.

Everyone always thought Wang Sheng was a barbarian because of the wild combat paint he had on his face when he first arrived. Once the paint was wiped off and he changed into ordinary clothes, wrapping his hair in a cloth, who could see anything amiss?

Moreover, everyone knew that Wang Sheng was an ordinary person with a low-grade Yuan Soul. But Wang Sheng's current performance, if carefully observed by someone experienced, would reveal that he was a cultivator at the initial stage of the First Realm, clearly not the person they were tracking.

Even Song Yan and Song Laoyu couldn't immediately accept the fact that Wang Sheng had entered the First Realm. To make the vast majority of experts in this world accept the counter-intuitive idea that a low-grade Yuan Soul could cultivate to the First Realm was simply impossible.

Thus, Wang Sheng could be said to have brushed past the people who were tracking him, yet few noticed. After Wang Sheng took a carriage and rode a horse, changing locations several times and escaping thousands of miles away, no one would care who such an ordinary little guy in the First Realm was anymore.

This was no longer the territory of the Song family, nor the territory of the Dai family, but the territory of another large family, the Shanyin Shi family. Of course, it wasn't the core area, still the edge, closely bordering the Song family's territory.

Such areas where two sides adjoined were definitely the most chaotic places in times of war, and in times of peace, they were three-no-matter zones where neither side was willing to spend much effort. Basically, once you got here, no one mentioned anything about the Song family, the Dai family, or the Song family's young lady's fiancé.

News from a thousand miles away, especially about an ordinary person with a low-grade Yuan Soul, was insignificant. It would be strange if anyone cared.

Wang Sheng temporarily settled down here. It wasn't that Wang Sheng really intended to make his home here, but two reasons caused him to lie low for the time being.

One was Song Yan's warning before she left: the Phoenix Yuan Soul cannot be easily inquired about, it is a taboo. Wang Sheng believed that Song Yan wouldn't lie to him about this matter, and he had heard many legends of experts, but never heard a story about the Phoenix, there must be a very dangerous reason behind it.

The other was Wang Sheng's need to improve his strength. Since discovering the conditions for the Taotie Transformation to upgrade, Wang Sheng had been diligently cultivating, the two Taiji Yin-Yang Qi cyclones frantically absorbing spiritual energy, hoping that one day the Chiwen could swallow that small mountain in one gulp.

But one day, Wang Sheng accidentally discovered that the spiritual energy he absorbed according to the Hunyuan Gong method was not as helpful to the Yuan Soul as the effect of the Yuan Soul devouring external spiritual energy. According to Wang Sheng's rough estimate, absorbing spiritual energy from enemies attacking him was more than ten times better than spontaneously absorbing spiritual energy.

So, Wang Sheng thought of a very secretive method to absorb the spiritual energy from others attacking him.

Linchuan City was a large city controlled by the Shi family, even larger than Shanglin City, with a larger population. This was considered a large branch of the Shi family, and there were tens of thousands of Shi family disciples here alone. The Shi family here had four branches, each with considerable power, each with a large manor in the southeast, northwest, and north of Linchuan City.

Surrounding these four Shi family manors, there was a lively market. Wang Sheng rented a small storefront in the market outside the southern manor and opened a small clinic specializing in treating injuries from falls and impacts.

The reason for choosing the south side of the city was because this small storefront had a small courtyard in the back, and next to the courtyard was the source of the moat, a wide river. If anything happened, as long as Wang Sheng dived into the river, it would be impossible to find Wang Sheng's shadow without tens of thousands of people.

The small clinic was very low-key. Although it specialized in treating injuries from falls and impacts, it didn't sell medicine, only claiming to have ancestral massage techniques that could relax muscles and promote blood circulation. It didn't compete with the big clinics' business, and no one paid much attention to it.

But Wang Sheng's small clinic business was always constant. From the moment he received the first patient, many people came to his door one after another.

The Shi family was also a large family, and the children of the clan were certainly able to cultivate. Just like on Earth, as long as you practiced martial arts and cultivation, you couldn't avoid bumps and bruises, especially in the path of cultivation, it was impossible to practice alone, you always needed a sparring partner, so injuries were inevitable.

Wang Sheng had received professional treatment training on Earth, especially in order to improve his combat capabilities, he had specifically studied detailed human anatomy, various bones, muscles, blood vessels, internal organs, etc. Wang Sheng could be sure that in this world where alchemy was developed but people still regarded the dead as great and could not blaspheme the dead, absolutely no one knew the internal structure of the human body better than himself.

Of course, these were the basics, the focus was that Wang Sheng himself launched a simple "ancestral slogan" - unobstructed, no pain; obstructed, pain. His traumatic injury clinic was based on this concept to treat patients.

Not only the Shi family, but anyone who could afford it would choose to cultivate, and only with strength could they become superior people. The more people who cultivated, the more injuries there were. Serious injuries had to go to those clinics to buy expensive elixirs for treatment, but some minor injuries were not necessary at all, but at this time, seeing a small clinic with low fees, they might as well come in and try it.

"Arm sprain, luckily it's not dislocated." Wang Sheng grabbed a big man's arm and slowly rubbed it, while instructing: "Slowly mobilize your spiritual energy, from the shoulder to the arm, slowly, as long as the spiritual energy is unblocked, the injury will heal quickly. Unobstructed, no pain; obstructed, pain! Be careful not to use too much force, yes, send spiritual energy into my body, lightly, do you feel more comfortable?"

Wang Sheng rubbed some medicated oil on the red and swollen area of the big man's arm. These medicated oils were also bought by Wang Sheng from a large clinic next door. He mixed some oil with the traumatic injury pills and used them on these people.

Naturally, this was also one of the reasons why the big clinic didn't bother Wang Sheng, because Wang Sheng himself also bought elixirs from the big clinic, not only did he not steal business, but he also took care of business, a good partner! Moreover, Wang Sheng only accepted those injuries that didn't need to be treated in a big clinic, and he would take the initiative to send seriously injured people to the big clinic next door, who would cause trouble?

As a senior ace sniper, Wang Sheng was extremely good at disguise. His current every move was that of an ordinary cultivator who had just come out of the First Realm to start a small business and gain a foothold in the world, not ostentatious or boastful, very low-key.

While kneading with massage techniques from Earth, Wang Sheng instructed the injured to slowly inject spiritual energy into his body. In fact, it was to let the injured attack himself with the lightest technique. As for those spiritual energies that attacked him, Wang Sheng's Chiwen Yuan Soul would of course accept them with a smile. He ate happily, little by little.

Especially when Wang Sheng had such close contact with the injured, if he could maintain contact for a quarter of an hour, the Chiwen Yuan Soul could even enter the other party's body through Wang Sheng's hand and take a bite.

Many times, bumps and bruises were caused during sparring. Although the injuries were not serious, the injury must have been caused by the attack of spiritual energy. When these external spiritual forces were devoured by Chiwen, coupled with Wang Sheng's massage and his own spiritual energy nourishment, the injury healed too quickly.

Basically, redness, swelling, and bruising, as long as it wasn't a major problem like a fracture, would subside by half after Wang Sheng's massage, and after going back to sleep, you wouldn't be able to see that you had been injured the day before the next morning.

It was precisely because of such a powerful curative effect that there were repeat customers and word-of-mouth reputation. In a few days, everyone near the Shi family manor in the south of the city knew that there was such a small clinic.

Being massaged by Wang Sheng required you to send out spiritual energy to attack, although you had to control the degree, but after a treatment, it was equivalent to a small battle, just not so intense. After being rubbed with medicated oil and massaged by Wang Sheng, sweating and spiritual energy nourishing, it was simply comfortable all over.

Even if you weren't injured, enjoying it at Wang Sheng's place could relieve the fatigue of the day. After half a month, even some cultivators who weren't injured would come over to sit and let Wang Sheng massage them.

As more and more people knew about it, Wang Sheng's shop became more and more popular. Basically, from Chen Shi (7-9 AM) in the morning to dinner, people would keep coming. Generally, one person would take up to a quarter of an hour, and Wang Sheng would receive about thirty or forty people a day.

Wang Sheng's charges were not expensive, only fifty copper coins per person. Compared to those elixirs that cost several or dozens of gold coins, it was simply a freebie. If it weren't for his bad location, people would have broken down his door long ago.

Others looked at Wang Sheng sweating profusely while massaging and treating the injured, and the charges were so low, they must be laughing at him for not knowing how to do business. Little did they know that Wang Sheng was already overjoyed.

Everyone had to contribute their spiritual energy to lightly attack Wang Sheng, and all those spiritual energies were happily accepted by Chiwen. External spiritual energy was ten times more efficient than Wang Sheng's own absorption. Wang Sheng worked hard for a day, and with his current physical fitness and strength, he was not tired at all, but the harvest was equivalent to ten days of diligent practice. Where could he find such a good thing?

What's more, there was one harvest that Wang Sheng had not expected. These injured sometimes couldn't control their spiritual energy, either lightly or heavily, although it wasn't enough to hurt Wang Sheng, but it was a solid attack of spiritual energy every time. Under this almost non-stop light attack, Wang Sheng's body was now more and more accustomed to external spiritual energy attacks.

These injured could be said to be doing Pai Da for Wang Sheng, increasing Wang Sheng's ability to resist blows. You know, these guys not only contributed their efforts, but also had to pay Wang Sheng fifty copper coins in return. Wang Sheng was almost overjoyed.

In just one month, Wang Sheng's Chiwen Yuan Soul had grown at least five times larger, and what was even more magical was that his big mouth was open, completely out of proportion to his body, and was now close to half the size of the smallest mountain. He believed that in a while, the Chiwen Yuan Soul would be able to swallow the smallest mountain in one gulp.