Chapter 131
Is this a miracle?
Xuan Yuan Qingya’s words left everyone exchanging bewildered glances.
The word “miracle” itself implies something beyond comprehension. Since she had phrased it that way, no one could press her for more answers.
Zhao Yi’an knew that if the young lady of the Xuan Yuan family had spoken, there would be no chance for him to intervene further. As a doctor, he regretted that such medicine couldn’t be mass-produced.
However, as someone who had long served powerful aristocratic families and financial conglomerates, Zhao Yi’an was accustomed to seeing rare treasures monopolized by these great clans.
After a moment of silence, he gave a bitter smile and said—
“Miss Qingya, what a pity. If this medicine could be mass-produced, you would be a hero to all of humanity!”
Xuan Yuan Qingya gave a faint, cool smile but didn’t offer an explanation.
She had no desire to be a savior, and besides, she wasn’t lying. The Spirit Essence truly couldn’t be mass-produced—unless humanity developed technology that could return them to the distant ancient era. The presence of Spirit Essence in jade proved that such extraordinary substances existed in ancient times.
If one could go back, perhaps there would be a way to produce Spirit Essence on a large scale.
For now, though, that possibility was almost nonexistent.
Xuan Yuan Qingya didn’t want to tell anyone else about the Spirit Essence. She only brought it out to save her Fourth Uncle and Lei Ming.
Moreover, it was essentially a gift from Lin Tian.
…
After lingering in the ward for a while, everyone eventually dispersed.
Remarkably, Lei Ming’s recovery was swift—his chronic lung ailment was virtually cured!
The incredible power of the Spirit Essence was fully demonstrated in Lei Ming’s elderly body.
Following the crowd of people leaving, Lin Tian walked out and finally returned to his room.
He needed some time alone to calm down and think through those chaotic thoughts that had surfaced earlier.
Meanwhile, Lin Tian wasn’t looking for Shang Chan, Zhao Mengmeng, Bai Bing’er, or Xuan Yuan Qingya, either.
Zhao Dongyun took Shang Chan and Zhao Mengmeng away because he had something important to discuss with the sisters.
As for Bai Bing’er, Meng Youqian pulled her away.
Meng Xiaoling realized that she didn’t have the courage to say what she wanted to say in front of Bai Bing’er. Feeling helpless, she turned to her father for help.
Xuan Yuan Qingya, on the other hand, didn’t have time to look for Lin Tian. With her two most respected elders and her closest friend in the hospital, she was far too busy.
For the first time in a while, Lin Tian found himself truly free.
He took a long, hot shower in his room and then enjoyed a peaceful, comfortable sleep.
When he woke up, it was already the early hours of the next day.
Before transmigrating, Lin Tian had always had an irregular sleep schedule. But since arriving here, he had been going to bed and waking up early for several days in a row.
He yawned, got dressed neatly, and opened the door.
Looking around, he saw that the doors to Shang Chan and Xuan Yuan Qingya’s rooms were tightly shut. He had no idea if the two women were inside.
Lin Tian hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t knock. Instead, he walked down the stairs.
Outside, the sunlight was just right—warm but not blinding—and a gentle breeze made one feel at ease. For the first time in a while, Lin Tian felt truly relaxed.
There was no one in this castle who made him uncomfortable right now. Although the castle housed seven or eight female leads, Lin Tian no longer found them off-putting after his shift in mindset.
Although Lin Tian hadn’t targeted Jiang Yifeng personally, it was clear that the female leads had made his life miserable. At the Zhao family estate, the auction house, and now in this castle, Jiang Yifeng had fled in disgrace three times. His reputation among Licheng’s upper circles was now in tatters.
Of course, Jiang Yifeng still had cards left to play. For example, the Jiang family, his strongest supporter, was next. After all, the so-called “Little Princess of the Jiang Family,” Jiang Han, was his senior sister.
If he were to find himself in real trouble, she would certainly step in to help.
But that was still two days away.
With a faint smile on his face, Lin Tian began jogging slowly through the castle. He was in decent shape, but compared to those in this world with extraordinary powers, he was clearly inadequate.
While jogging, Lin Tian suddenly felt like he had forgotten something.
After thinking about it for a while, he finally remembered!
“I still haven’t opened the sandalwood incense box I bought from the old man on Bali Street. There’s a fortuitous opportunity inside meant for Jiang Yifeng!”
The opportunity was the chapter on secret techniques of the Huangdi Neijing, a treasure of immeasurable value.
Just because Lin Tian didn’t possess any extraordinary powers didn’t mean he couldn’t cultivate these secret techniques. At the very least, they could help him strengthen his body and improve his health.
With that thought, Lin Tian immediately changed course. After a brief detour around the castle, he jogged straight back to his room.
Since arriving at the castle, he had left the sandalwood incense box in the guest room. No one in the Xuan Yuan family knew its true value, so it wouldn’t have gone missing.
After going back and forth, it took Lin Tian about twenty minutes to return. When he arrived, the doors to Shang Chan and Zhao Mengmeng’s rooms were still tightly shut.
Staring at the closed doors, Lin Tian suddenly felt a strange sense of disappointment.
The two sisters hadn’t appeared in front of him for over twelve hours since last night.
In the past, he had always tried to avoid them. But now, after not seeing them for so long, he found himself oddly unaccustomed to their absence.
Nothing bad could’ve happened, right?
Shaking his head, Lin Tian pushed the messy thoughts out of his mind. He went straight to his room, closed the door, and locked it tightly behind him.
The sandalwood box was empty, but Lin Tian was neither discouraged nor surprised. He knew the secret chapter of the Huangdi Neijing was hidden in a concealed compartment, not inside the box itself.
Following the description in the original text, Lin Tian extended two fingers and touched a small protrusion on the inner wall of the box. Then, he pressed down firmly.
Click!
A faint sound echoed as the inner wall of the box instantly loosened!
A gleam of light flashed in Lin Tian’s eyes. The original text had never detailed the contents of this secret chapter of the Huangdi Neijing. After all, by the time Jiang Yifeng obtained this opportunity, much more of the story had already passed.
Jiang Yifeng had already unlocked transcendent power back then, so this secret technique was just the icing on the cake for him.
However, Lin Tian was extremely curious about the contents of this secret art.
He carefully removed the inner wall and immediately revealed three sheets of yellowed paper inside.
The papers were densely covered with tiny characters. They looked ancient, yet the writing remained remarkably clear.
The material of the paper itself stood out the most—something Lin Tian had never seen before. He tried pinching it between his fingers and discovered that it seemed to possess a certain flexibility.
What kind of paper is this? Xuan paper?