All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 480 - 286: Ji Nanjue, Allergic to Peach Blossoms_2

Chapter 480: Chapter 286: Ji Nanjue, Allergic to Peach Blossoms_2
Su Bei stepped forward and gently placed his finger on the old man’s pulse, indeed feeling a very faint trace of Evil Qi lurking within.
Although it was just a slight amount, it was surely more than what a mortal could bear.
With this in mind, Su Bei tentatively tried to absorb that strain of Evil Qi into his own body.
To his surprise, that mass of Evil Qi obediently flowed into Su Bei’s body.
As Su Bei was taking the pulse, the woman lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Su Bei, yet she kept stealthily glancing up at him and sighed, "The village doctor is at a loss. Now we have no choice but to make a trip to the Peach Blossom Grove behind Tao City, hoping to beg for a bowl of Peach Blossom Spring."
"Some days ago, someone in the neighboring village contracted cholera, with symptoms exactly like Grandfather’s. They went to the Peach Blossom Grove, and after drinking a bowl of the Peach Blossom Spring, their health improved..."
As a symbolic gesture, Su Bei took out a silver needle and pricked it into an acupuncture point on the old man. Soon, the elder’s complexion gradually changed from pale to rosy, and even the sound of his cough diminished significantly.
Seeing this, the two men by his side hurriedly exclaimed with joy, "Sister, look, Grandfather is really much better..."
Upon hearing this, the woman took three steps in two and approached, stunned and overjoyed by the scene before her. She looked at Su Bei with eyes full of gratitude, "Ah Man’er thanks this gentleman!"
After pondering for a moment, she began searching her pockets and took out about two taels of broken silver.
Feeling it was not enough...
she gritted her teeth and removed the hairpin from her head, extending it towards Su Bei, "Ah Man’er doesn’t have much to thank the gentleman with, only these as a token of my appreciation. I hope the gentleman will not refuse..."
Su Bei waved his hand and shook his head with a smile, "The old gentleman’s health has only temporarily improved. If you wish to find a cure, I still suggest making a trip to that Peach Blossom Grove."
"However, I believe that now his body can certainly endure the hundred-mile journey..."
After a pause, Su Bei still voiced the curiosity in his heart, "Hmm, Miss, you said that the person from the neighboring village had cholera, and after drinking a bowl of Peach Blossom Spring, they were completely cured?"
"Is this true?"
The woman glanced at her two brothers and then nodded continuously, "It’s indeed true, all the people in our village know this..."
Su Bei nodded and then smiled slightly at the three of them, "I wish you a smooth journey, Miss."
Turning around, he lightly raised his hand, and the peach blossom petals that had fallen to the ground flowed backward like rainwater, reattaching themselves to the branches.
Su Bei stepped back, pulling Ji Nanjue and Li Zijun with him, retreating into the cascade of inverted peach blossom rain.
The woman stared blankly at everything before her, as the forest was dappled in the twilight’s punctuated beams of light, which slowly highlighted the fading figure in white...
As they walked away, the peach trees bloomed resplendently in vivid reds.
The woman rubbed her eyes over and over, affirming what she saw was real, and stood motionless on the spot for a long time.
After a while, she turned around and saw that her two brothers, just like herself, had their mouths agape, "Sister, even the Great Cultivator who took members of our village out to train didn’t have this ability, did he?"
"Did we just see an Immortal Lord?"
"Maybe it was a Great Cultivator..."
「Outside a city wall.」
Three figures slowly materialized, followed by a series of violent coughs, "ACHOO, ACHOO, ACHOO..."
"Su Bei, I’ll never be done with you! You knew I was allergic to peach blossoms, and still, you pulled this stunt?"
"ACHOO! Are you seeking death?"
Ji Nanjue’s face was flushed red, one hand pinching her nose tightly, glaring at Su Bei with rage.
Su Bei coughed lightly, feeling somewhat guilty.
In his moment of pride, he had completely forgotten about such an important matter.
With a smile plastered over his face, he moved next to Ji Nanjue, taking her small hand and warming it with his breath, "Ji Baoer, your husband admits his mistake..."
Ji Nanjue yanked her hand away, "Shut your mouth."
Su Bei was speechless.
Li Zijun quietly bit her little tongue and shrank back. Then, after thinking for a moment, she finally spoke, "Master, according to what that sister said, drinking from Peach Blossom Spring can cure cholera. Doesn’t that mean the mysterious cultivator living within Peach Blossom Grove has a way to cure Evil Qi?"
Su Bei let go of Ji Nanjue’s small hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and speculated, "That’s not necessarily the case. I can also take away the weak Evil Qi within that elder’s body. I can’t be certain what kinds of methods that person has, or if, like me, he forces the Evil Qi out..."
Suddenly, a hint of confusion arose in his eyes as he looked at Ji Nanjue and Li Zijun, "You two, stretch out your arms for a moment. I want to give it a try."
Amid their confusion, Su Bei took hold of each person’s pulse, just as he had with the elder before, silently circulating the Evil Qi within his own body, attempting to merge the Evil Qi inside them with his own.
Unexpectedly, as the Evil Qi in their bodies was about to enter his own, it felt as if there suddenly was some inexplicable barrier.
If one had to describe it, it was as if the three types of Evil Qi were incompatible...
Su Bei gently let go of their arms and smacked his lips,
Just as I thought.
Then he looked up at the city not far away and smiled, "Let’s stay overnight in Tao City tonight..."
As the three of them approached the city gate, they passed through the checkpoint and city gate, entering Tao City.
Not long after Su Bei and his companions had entered the city, two figures covered in dust made their way towards the city gate, kicking up a trail of yellow earth behind them.
Upon closer inspection, there was also a thin, scrappy dog. An old man, a young boy, and a dog, all dressed in tattered clothes, with unkempt hair. Only the mongrel looked somewhat like a proper dog, gazing at the old man and young boy with a mix of pride and resentment in its eyes.
"Old Hua, young beggar, yellow dog, / Life is full of carefree moments. / But without wine, without meat, and with little beauty, / There’s hardly any flavor to it..."
The young beggar sitting on the old beggar’s head chanted in a rhythmic tone, even patting the old beggar’s head with his dirty little hand.
"You little brat, spouting nonsense! Have you even tasted meat, or drunk wine?" The old beggar looked up and disdainfully glanced at the boy.
"Hehe, Old Hua, tell me the truth, are you really my dad? Am I the child you had with that maiden you abducted?" The young beggar mischievously tugged at Old Hua’s hair and asked.
"You little rascal! If I really had a son like you, it means our Old Hua family has had eight generations of bad luck—no, sixteen generations!" The old beggar argued back, exasperated.
"The Old Hua family back in the day had countless strong members, and I, Old Hua, was also revered by everyone as the Qilin Child." The young beggar on Old Hua’s back said, cocking his head and affecting a wise air.
"Old Hua, you’ve told that story a thousand times, and I’m *this* close to believing it." As he spoke, the young beggar stretched out his arm as far as it would go, attempting to touch Old Hua’s face.
"You little scamp! I, Old Hua, won’t argue with you."
The old man and the youth bantered, kicking up a cloud of dust as they swaggered along, the poor dust-covered dog following behind, its eyes filled with ever-increasing disdain and resentment.
At this time, Su Bei and his companions had already checked into an inn. Under Ji Nanjue’s somewhat apprehensive gaze, Su Bei, with a mischievous smile, booked two rooms.
One standard room, and one room with a large bed.
After settling in, he took Ji Nanjue, who was both expectant and resentful, and Li Zijun, whose face was beet red, down to the lobby to dine.
Just at that moment, two figures suddenly caught Su Bei’s attention.
He gently tapped Ji Nanjue, only to find that she was also looking in that direction.
"Old Hua, I feel like I’m just a little bit away from having the same powers as the Immortals," the young beggar who had just entered the inn said to Old Hua, gravely.
"Have you grasped the Dao and are about to achieve Ascension?" Old Hua smirked disbelievingly.
"Not at all, not at all. I am still a step away from the heavenly beings, but today my art of disguise has reached the level of the Immortals," the young beggar stroked his empty chin, pretending to be mature.
Old Hua slapped the young beggar on the head with a big hand, "Shut your mouth!"
The young beggar rubbed his head, a picture of aggrieved innocence, "Got it, got it."