“How is it, Kang Elder? Has the condition stabilized?”
Kang Youwei stared at Xu Ping’an in shock for a long time before finally regaining his composure.
He nodded slightly, his gaze showing a rare hint of approval.
“Indeed, much better.”
“Mm, Kang Elder need not worry. Next, I will perform acupuncture for you. Judging by your injuries, in at most a month, you’ll be able to move on your own. However, if you wish to fully recover your former cultivation, it will probably take a year of rest.”
Although Kang Youwei’s injuries weren’t nearly as severe as those Pei Qingxuan had suffered, Xu Ping’an had no intention of using any special methods or rare medicines for Kang Youwei.
Even though all these herbs were ones he grew himself and cost him almost nothing, once used, they were gone.
In this world, it was nearly impossible to find a second batch.
It was as hard as reaching the heavens.
So if he could save, he would. Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t
use those heavenly treasures.
What Kang Youwei had just taken was nothing more than a Nine-turn Great Restoration Pill. While not easy to refine, the required herbs weren’t especially rare.
So using a few more wasn’t an issue.
He took out his silver needles, and after Kang Youwei removed his shirt, he began the acupuncture.
The entire treatment lasted only about fifteen minutes.
When all the needles had been removed, Xu Ping’an brought out a small porcelain bottle.
“This bottle contains Nine-turn Great Restoration Pills. In the coming days,
Kang Elder, you must not use your true qi.
Take one pill with warm water every day.
I’ll come back in seven days for a follow-up and plan the next stage of treatment.”
In this short quarter-hour, Kang Youwei had been thoroughly convinced by this young Divine Healer before him.
He had spent over one thousand five hundred years in the Liuyun Sect,
and in all those years, he’d never seen such mysterious and profound medical skills.
He’d seen countless matters of life and death.
He knew exactly the severity of his own wounds.
Yet this young man before him, after nothing more than a round of acupuncture and a single pill, had already pulled him back from the brink.
Now, he no longer doubted the bold words spoken by this youth.
He turned to glance at Pei Qingxuan.
He’d already been wondering how Pei Qingxuan had managed to survive.
“What did she go through?”
Though others might not know, he could guess.
Thinking this, Kang Youwei directly bowed deeply to Xu Ping’an.
“Surely, when the Sect Master met with misfortune, it was thanks to your intervention. Kang Youwei… thanks you, sir.”
“Kang Elder, please, you mustn’t! That’s far too much for me to bear.” Xu Ping’an quickly dodged aside; he dared not accept such a bow.
From what he’d learned from Pei Qingxuan, although Kang Youwei was technically a Martial Uncle, he was, in practice, no different from a Master.
In this world, a teacher for a day is a father for life.
Such morality was deeply imprinted in everyone’s heart.
Strictly speaking, this man before him was half a father-in-law.
How could he dare accept his bow?
Kang Youwei heard Xu Ping’an’s words but showed no reaction.
He simply raised his head to look at Xu Ping’an, then nodded slightly.
“Young and promising, humble and cautious, not arrogant in merit—truly bearing the style of ancient sages. For Qingxuan to meet you, it must be her destiny.”
At these words, Xu Ping’an instantly understood.
Kang Elder before him had likely guessed most of it.
Xu Ping’an quickly cupped his fists and bowed.
“To meet Qingxuan is my great fortune.” This reply was essentially an admission of Kang
Youwei’s suspicions.
Kang Youwei smiled upon hearing this, looking at Xu Ping’an with satisfaction before turning to Pei Qingxuan.
At this moment, Pei Qingxuan’s delicate face was already flushed red.
Even if she understood nothing else, she understood perfectly well now.
Besides, neither of the two had tried to avoid her.
“Qingxuan, I raised you with my own hands. In my heart, you are no different than a daughter. All these years, now that you’ve found your belonging, my heart is finally at ease.”
“Kang Martial Uncle…”
Pei Qingxuan’s face was crimson, not knowing what to say. She opened her mouth.
“Ping’an… treats me very well.”
“Mm, then I can rest assured. Enough, this old man won’t say more. You’re a grown woman now, you know your own mind. Off you go…”
Kang Youwei watched as Pei Qingxuan and Xu Ping’an bowed to him and then left the room.
At that moment, his heart was filled with the look of a father seeing his daughter off to be married.
Emotions surged up, but in the end, he let out a long sigh.
“My daughter… has grown up.”
Exiting the room, Xu Ping’an saw Pei Qingxuan’s face still tinged with red.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Guan Shengnan waiting by the door.
“Master truly deserves the title of Sect Master! Such miraculous hands! Kang Elder is already seventy percent recovered—your disciple is in awe.”
“Mm, keep working hard, and one day, you’ll be able to do the same.”
“Yes, Master.”
The more Guan Shengnan looked at this pair of Master and disciple, the more her suspicions grew.
When she noticed the flush still lingering on Pei Qingxuan’s face as she left the room, she was almost completely certain in her heart.
These two definitely have something going on!!
At this moment, the flame of gossip in Guan Shengnan’s heart burned bright, and her big eyes practically spelled out the words ‘I’m so curious.’
“That… Little Martial Nephew, go wait over there a moment. I have something to discuss with your Master.”
This time, Guan Shengnan had learned her lesson.
She didn’t try to touch Xu Ping’an, only gestured toward the door.
Seeing Pei Qingxuan nod, Xu Ping’an said nothing more, gave Guan Shengnan a respectful bow, and left the courtyard.
Now, only two women remained in the courtyard.
Pei Qingxuan’s expression was still cold, while Guan Shengnan could barely keep the corners of her mouth from lifting.
She snuck a look at the courtyard gate, and once sure that ‘Little Martial Nephew’ had left, she tiptoed up to Pei Qingxuan, lowering her voice.
“Senior Sister~ that Little Martial Nephew, what is he to you?”
Pei Qingxuan was a bit flustered.
“What do you mean ‘what is he’? He… he’s just a disciple I accepted, nothing more.”
Seeing this, the cunning light in Guan Shengnan’s eyes could no longer be concealed.
Her brows and eyes practically bloomed with laughter as she struggled to hold back.
“Senior Sister, no need to hide it from me. It’s all but exposed by now. That Little Martial Nephew… could he be your man?”
“Don’t… don’t talk nonsense!!”
Pei Qingxuan had never been good at dealing with people.
Even when close to Guan Shengnan, she would only respond coldly.
This time, her fluster completely gave away her thoughts.
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized she’d let something slip.
Instinctively, she tried to turn back and explain, only to see the corners of Guan Shengnan’s mouth already curled into a crescent.
“Shengnan, you—”
“Heeheehee~ Dear sister, what’s there to hide? Tell me quick—is it true?”
“It is.”
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