Think of me, the Medical Venerate, who gathered countless Immortal Treasures, only to be ambushed in the end, left with nothing!

Who would have thought that the Heavenly Emperors from all around would take a sneak attack while I was breaking through, causing my path to vanish and my body to perish.

You old ghosts wait for me, don't think I, Tang Feng, am blind.

Cough cough! The mere thought of that time is filled with an unquenchable hatred.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Tang Feng felt extremely helpless. He had survived, but unfortunately, this place called Earth was simply a world of mortals.

The so-called experts were merely at the Innate Realm. He had almost forgotten what this realm even meant, and this body was even more absurd to him.

Nine Heavens Deficient Vein, a natural waste, saying nothing of cultivation, it would be a miracle if one could even survive with it.

But no matter what, to survive means there's still a chance. It's time to take it step by step.

At this moment, the door opened and a stunningly beautiful woman walked in. Upon seeing Tang Feng, she didn't hesitate and rushed over, sweeping him into her embrace.

Tang Feng was held against her chest, almost smothered to death.

"Feng'er, you're awake. You've scared your aunt to death." This beautiful woman was none other than the second young miss of the Murong Family, Murong Qinglan.

"Auntie, can you, can you let go first? I'm suffocating." It must be said this scene was incredibly enchanting, but for a practitioner like Tang Feng, he really wasn't that interested.

However, Murong Qinglan was different. After snapping back to reality, her face flushed red. Then she extended her slender finger and poked Tang Feng, "Oh, you cheeky boy, daring to mock your aunt, huh?"

"How dare I, Auntie. Thank you for everything during this time." Tang Feng's formal demeanor left Murong Qinglan slightly stunned. This kid was a bit different now, strange.

"Feng'er, stop talking nonsense. Your aunt almost harmed you this time. Thank goodness, it's all right now. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to explain it to your mother." Murong Qinglan absolutely doted on Tang Feng.

Because of his Nine Heavens Deficient Vein which made martial training impossible, Tang Feng's mother sent him to the Murong Family at a very young age, hoping that under the care of this aunt, he would grow up safe and sound. In the Tang Family, he would only meet with misfortune. However, it was unexpected that Tang Feng, who was nearing adulthood, was almost killed by a few younger members of the Murong Family.

Behind the peak, there was the Falling Immortal Stream, and Tang Feng was lured there by a few childhood friends who pretended to be close to him.

Youth, once they begin to play, can't control themselves; things went too far, and he fell off a precipice, deep and unfathomable.

Nobody would have thought that the former Tang Feng had died. Now, Tang Feng was a great being from the Immortal Realm. In any case, Murong Qinglan was very happy. Over the years she had gone to great lengths to search for all sorts of precious medicinal ingredients for Tang Feng, hoping to extend his life for a few more years. She even married a man she didn't like.

She wasn't married for two years before she got divorced and returned to the Murong Family out of fear that Tang Feng would be bullied. To be honest, Tang Feng was deeply touched; it was much better than the older generation of the Tang Family.

"Feng'er, your father has sent a letter. He might come to pick you up and take you back in a few days." Murong Qinglan's face dimmed, not knowing what was on her mind.

"Auntie, come with me. From now on, I'll take care of you." Holding Murong Qinglan's hands, Tang Feng spoke earnestly. It must be said that the former Tang Feng's obsession ran deep, and his feelings for this auntie were very complicated.

She could be considered his achilles heel; she had sacrificed so much for him. Tang Feng had only one wish, to make her happy and to see her find a loved one to live blissfully with.

If this obsession wasn't fulfilled, it might affect his future Mental Realm. Regardless, Tang Feng had to overcome this hurdle.

Murong Qinglan was stunned. She never expected Tang Feng to say such words. She felt moved and consoled— who'd say Feng'er was foolish, all the suffering over the years was not in vain.

"Auntie, trust me. From this day on, I, Tang Feng, will make sure you live a very happy life, and all the women in the world too." Tang Feng transferred his obsession onto himself. Since he couldn't escape it, he decided to face it bravely.

Murong Qinglan's tears flowed freely as she suddenly threw herself into Tang Feng's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Outside, she faced who knows how many rumors and gossip, yet she never gave up, all for the promise to her sister, for her affection for Tang Ran.

Although she knew Tang Feng might not be able to do it, she felt very happy in her heart. Being able to say such words was proof that he had grown up.

Tang Feng felt his heart thumping. In the Immortal Realm, there were many women who admired him, but he had never really tried. This was actually the first time he was holding a woman; his whole body's blood was boiling.

It made him somewhat dazed, "Auntie, stop crying." Tang Feng gently straightened this peerless woman and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Feng'er, your aunt is very happy. Go back to sleep for a while, I'll make you some delicious food." After saying that, she turned around and left. Tang Feng's face showed a dazed expression.

Alas!

Don't worry, from now on, I will take good care of this woman.

As if saying to himself, yet also as if speaking to the former Tang Feng, his body shuddered, and he felt his soul ascend to a higher plane, an indescribable comfort.

The Nine Heavens Deficient Vein was a dead end for ordinary people, but to him, the Medical Venerate, it was child's play; he could cure even more terrifying dead veins.

The key now was to find medicinal ingredients, prepare the Blood Cleansing Pill, and cleanse the veins anew. It sounded simple, but if the ingredients couldn't be found, it would all be in vain.

Thinking of the medicinal ingredients, he couldn't just lie there any longer. After getting up, he found himself light as a feather, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Frail as a reed, not a wrong description at all.

With gritted teeth, he walked out of the room and came to the small garden by the door. Looking up at the sky, the blue expanse was indeed nice. Once, he resided at the Nine Heavens Peak, renowned alongside various Heavenly Emperors. Now, he could only look up.

Honestly, it tasted a bit bitter.

"Yo! Isn't that Young Master Tang? Looks like he really survived. Didn't die from that fall, what a big life he has." Two youths passed by through the corridor and saw Tang Feng, mocking him with a mix of sarcasm and ridicule.

"Murong Tian, Murong Chong, thanks to your 'blessings,' this miserable life was indeed picked back up." Tang Feng said with a smile, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

The eyes of Murong Tian and his companion flashed sharply; they sensed Tang Feng's change, especially that look in his eyes—it seemed ordinary but gave them a feeling of heart-racing fear. What was going on?

Could it be an illusion?

"Tang Feng, they say that one who survives a great disaster is destined for good fortune after. You'd better enjoy it," said Murong Tian and his companion, not wishing to interact too much with Tang Feng. In their eyes, he was nothing more than an object of their amusement.

"Such corrupt Heart Skill at such a young age; the Murong Family really has no hope of rising to prominence." Tang Feng wouldn't care about these trivial youths.

Circulating the 'Mysterious Medical Heart Manual,' Tang Feng sighed deeply. Without reconnecting this vein, he indeed couldn't cultivate.

He had taken a week's leave, and it was also time to return to school next week.

Jiangnan High School did have a few interesting people; the corners of Tang Feng's mouth twitched, and he smiled strangely.

This scene was just seen by Murong Qinglan. She felt even more that something was odd. Ever since Tang Feng woke up, he seemed like a different person. Why was that?

Shaking her head, she walked over with a smile, "Here, try the seafood porridge your little aunt made."

Tang Feng was not shy, feeling rather hungry, and after finishing a bowl, he looked at Murong Qinglan, "Little aunt, could you lend me some money?"

"What are you saying, child? Just tell me how much you need, and little aunt will give it to you," Murong Qinglan chided with a laugh.

"Five thousand." Tang Feng said after a moment of deliberation.

"Why do you need so much money? Did Murong Tian and the others bully you again?" Murong Qinglan was taken aback. Tang Feng had never asked her for money before. Why was he suddenly asking for several thousand all at once?

"No, I want to buy some stuff," Tang Feng said with a smile.

"Alright, but don't waste it, you know? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your body?" Murong Qinglan asked.

"Little aunt, I'm fine, even if I were in awful condition, it wouldn't be as bad as now. I want to go out for a walk by myself in a while; you don't need to wait for me," Tang Feng said.

"Are you hiding something from me, you little rascal?" Murong Qinglan felt it was abnormal for him to want to go out so soon after waking up; it was too illogical.

"Little aunt, I'm all grown up now, not a kid anymore. Don't worry, I'll definitely come back later," Tang Feng said, and Murong Qinglan couldn't say much more, although she couldn't help but fuss over him a bit more.

Tang Feng knew she cared for him and listened attentively. After finishing the porridge and having a bath, he left the Murong Mansion.

Life's warm and cold turns; from injury to awakening, only his little aunt truly cared for him throughout all this time.

This lad was living a tiring life.

Following his memory, Tang Feng arrived at an antique street by the river. He wanted to buy a tripod and, incidentally, see if there were any other discoveries to be made.

After scanning through more than a dozen stalls, they were all fake items. No wonder this business was profitable; it was all about scamming people, and there were plenty of people being hooked.

"Old man, get out of the way, this is my spot."

A burst of cursing was heard from the end of the street, and Tang Feng was drawn over to it. The old man, who was apologizing while looking for a spot, seemed very ordinary and was dressed simply—was he also here to sell something?

"Old sir, may I ask what you're selling? Could I take a look?" Tang Feng was also intrigued.

"Young man, take a look. This is an antique 'Green Tripod Incense Burner' handed down in my family," said the old man, overjoyed to have someone inquire. From a snake-skin bag, he took out a rusty incense burner.

"Haha, old man, that's all rusted and you say it's a Green Tripod? Young brother, don't be fooled. If you want antiques, I have plenty over here. Come take a look," a neighboring stall owner chuckled and said.

Tang Feng ignored him, his face showing neither joy nor concern, "Old sir, how much are you hoping to sell it for?"

"This..." The old man seemed hesitant to speak.

"No matter, you just name a price. If I think it's right, I'll buy it. If not, we'll just forget about it," said Tang Feng.

"Eight hundred," the old man said, looking at Tang Feng, fearful of scaring him off.

"Here, I'll take it." Tang Feng was straightforward. Not even bargaining, the adjacent stall owner cursed under his breath, calling him a fool, yet also envied the old man's luck—an old incense burner sold for so much?

"Thank you." The old man took the money, hurriedly packed up his bag, and left—an obvious sign that he was in urgent need of the money.

Tang Feng didn't say anything else, exiting the street and quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Standing at the entrance of Qin's Pharmacy, Tang Feng lingered for a moment before walking in. He had visited this place once before, it was run by a classmate's family. However, this visit was going to be different from the last.

No sooner had Tang Feng stepped in than that busy figure spotted him, "What are you doing here?" She frowned, clearly displeased.