The white clouds were like cotton, rolling like waves. They were like mountain peaks that were connected to each other.
He Yiming raised his head and looked at the endless clouds. His heart was as unpredictable as the clouds.
Given his strength, there was naturally no need for him to fear the current Mount Heng lineage. After all, even the only elder left behind to guard Mount Heng had been defeated by him. There was no need to talk about anyone else.
However, his opponent this time made him feel extremely awkward. It turned out that this person was the Medicine Man.
He scratched his head and sighed in his heart. He took the initiative to step forward and straightened his clothes behind He Wude. Then, he knelt down and bowed respectfully, "He Yiming pays his respects to the Great Ancestor Master."
Just the fact that the Medicine Man had taken in He Wude as an orphan and taught him martial arts was enough to make it difficult for He Yiming to repay him.
Therefore, when He Yiming kowtowed, he did it wholeheartedly and without any reluctance.
The Medicine Man's figure flashed and he placed his hands on He Yiming's arms. He smiled and said, "Get up, get up. Are you Wude's child?"
The Medicine Man immediately guessed where He Yiming had come from when he saw He Yiming kneel with He Wude. However, he was both surprised and delighted when he guessed it. If the truth hadn't been right in front of his eyes, and if he hadn't personally fought He Yiming before, he wouldn't have believed that such a powerful and young Xiantian master could exist in this world.
He Wude hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, Yiming is my grandson." He paused, his chest straightening a bit, and said, "This child's talent has been outstanding since young, a cultivation genius, the greatest pride of this disciple's bloodline."
He Yiming followed the Medicine Man's gesture and stood up. By now, he'd completely withdrawn his aura and stood calmly beside the Medicine Man. In the eyes of those who didn't know, he was just an ordinary young man. How could they possibly associate him with a Xiantian expert?
The Medicine Man's eyes flashed with a strange light, but He Yiming gradually calmed down.
He Yiming was very sensitive to other people's emotional reactions ever since the adventure at the bottom of the lake. Even though he'd fought the Medicine Man once and had almost injured him, the Medicine Man was still alive. However, he couldn't sense any malice from the Medicine Man.
He Yiming felt relieved. He was sure that the Medicine Man didn't blame him. Instead, the Medicine Man admired him.
Although this reaction was somewhat unexpected, it was still a good thing.
The Medicine Man looked at He Yiming carefully, then nodded slowly. Suddenly, he smiled and asked, "Child, which sect are you studying martial arts under? To be able to give you two Innate Golden Cores, it means that they have high hopes for you. "
He Yiming was slightly startled. Actually, in his heart, it was extremely strange.
Everyone else present had been with the Medicine Man for a long time, so they were used to his face, which didn't match his actual age.
However, this was the first time He Yiming had met such a strange person. An old man who was said to be almost a hundred and fifty years old actually had the face of a young man in his twenties. Moreover, the Medicine Man was speaking to him in the manner and tone of a senior concerned about a junior. When all these feelings were mixed together, it was indeed difficult to get used to.
However, under the watchful eyes of the Medicine Man and so many others, He Yiming couldn't express any of the strange feelings in his heart.
He bowed his head and said respectfully, "Great Ancestor Master, I am not a disciple of any sect, nor have I taken any Golden Cores of any kind."
The Medicine Man's eyes suddenly lit up like lightbulbs. They were filled with shock, but after the shock was ecstasy. It was a joy that came from the bottom of his heart.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions in his heart that were about to explode from joy.
He turned his head and his gaze instantly fell on He Wude.
He Wude's face was full of pride as he said, "Master, Yiming didn't lie to you. He hasn't been a disciple of any sect. What he cultivates is the direct cultivation method of our Mount Heng lineage, and he hasn't taken any Golden Cores."
The Medicine Man nodded repeatedly and his face was full of joy. He said, "Good, good, good …"
He said 'good' three times in a row, then turned his head and said, "Yiming, it's not that I don't believe you, but this matter is too important. I have to verify it. I hope you don't mind."
He Yiming smiled and said, "You're overthinking it."
The Medicine Man nodded in satisfaction and said, "Wude, what are you planning to do by bringing Yiming up the mountain?"
When he said this, there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. Given his age, status, and strength, he actually felt this way. It was obvious that his heart was already in his throat.
He Wude bowed deeply to the Medicine Man and said, "Master, when I was expelled from the sect, you once said that if my descendants could produce a Connate expert who was willing to join the Mount Heng lineage, then I would be able to atone for my sins and return to the sect." He raised his head and his eyes contained a hint of pride and excitement. He said, "Master, I didn't embarrass you."
The Medicine Man reached out and patted He Wude's shoulder heavily.
He Yiming felt that strange feeling again. A young man was patting an old man's shoulder to comfort him, while the old man's face was full of respect, gratification, and pride.
He suddenly felt extreme envy for the Medicine Man's incredible youth-retaining technique. He didn't know how the old man did it.
The Medicine Man turned and asked solemnly, "Yiming, are you willing to join the Mount Heng lineage this time?"
He Yiming bowed slightly and said, "Yes, I do wish to join the Mount Heng lineage."
His words were full of certainty. Not to mention that there were many Connate Masters in Mount Heng, interacting with them would be enough to improve his cultivation. Even if it was only because of his grandfather's stubbornness that he wanted to return to the sect, he wouldn't refuse.
After receiving He Yiming's affirmation, the Medicine Man finally let out a long laugh. His laughter was filled with a sense of contentment, as if many years of pent-up frustration had been completely dispelled at this moment.
After a while, he stopped laughing and said, "Excellent. I didn't think that the Mount Heng lineage would finally give birth to another elder after several decades." He took a step back and cupped his fists at He Yiming. He bowed and said, "Elder He, I am the only one in Mount Heng now, so please stay on this peak for the time being. When all the elders return, we will open the ancestral hall for you and invite you to join the Mount Heng lineage. After that, you will be free to choose any of the peaks in the Mount Heng lineage. "
Apart from He Wude, He Laibao, and He Wuji, everyone else's expression changed. In particular, the third-generation disciples of Spirit Medicine Peak who had made a move at the beginning looked at each other in dismay.
If they had known that this young man would become their sect's fourth elder, they wouldn't have dared to make a move no matter how bold they were.
Furthermore, they only realized what was going on after seeing the Medicine Man's solemn etiquette.
Although the person in front of them was young and was He Wu De's grandson, since he had successfully stepped into the Xiantian realm, then he was an elder of the sect. His status was far from what they could hope to achieve.
He Yiming had no objections to this. He said, "I'll follow your arrangements, great ancestor." He then had a thought and asked, "Great ancestor, weren't you in closed-door cultivation to refine pills? Why did you suddenly come up from the bottom of the mountain? "
A sliver of embarrassment immediately appeared on the Medicine Daoist's face, while Ho Wuji and the others had rather strange expressions on their faces as well. However, none of them dared to act impudently in front of the Medicine Daoist, so they only grimaced in pain, but none of them made the slightest sound.
The Medicine Man seemed to have noticed everyone's expressions, so he pulled a long face and said, "What are you all standing around for? Don't you need to take care of the herb garden? Wuji, Wude, and Laibao, stay here. Everyone else, go do whatever you need to do. "
In the face of the old man's sudden anger, everyone trembled in fear. They responded in unison and scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing without a trace.
After everyone left, the Medicine Man's expression changed. He chuckled and said, "Elder He, since you've reached the innate realm and are willing to join our Hengshan branch, there's no need to call me great ancestor. Just call me Brother Medicine Man or Medicine Elder. Innate elders should address each other as brother or sister. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors. We can't ignore this etiquette. "
He Yiming had encountered quite a few situations like this. Starting with Ting Shiguang, the titles between innate masters were no longer based on age. At the same time, his relationship with the Medicine Daoist would become equal once he became an elder of the Hengshan branch.
However, after glancing at He Wude and He Laibao, he couldn't bring himself to call the Medicine Man "Brother Medicine Man". He smiled faintly and said, "Since this is the Medicine Elder's wish, Yiming will respectfully accept."
He Wude stared at He Yiming. In fact, when he'd found out that He Yiming was a Xiantian master, he'd known that this day would come. However, when he saw that He Yiming had really received the Medicine Man's approval and had a 100% chance of becoming an elder, his heart was filled with a myriad of emotions. The look in his eyes became increasingly complicated.
Then, he lowered his head, burying the jealousy in his heart. However, the moment he lowered his head, he suddenly saw that his hands were covered in wrinkles and age spots that were unique to old people.
He suddenly realized that he was a few years older than He Wude. He was already an old man with half a foot in the grave, so why was he still thinking so much?
With that thought, he suddenly felt enlightened. When he raised his head again, his eyes had regained their calmness.
The Medicine Man nodded in satisfaction. He suddenly cleared his throat and said, "Elder He, I'm not actually in closed-door cultivation to refine medicine. He's just picking herbs in the mountains."
He Yiming was surprised. He opened his mouth, but he didn't think much of it. This was too exaggerated. Even He Wude, the disciple in charge of Spirit Medicine Peak, was kept in the dark.
The Medicine Man followed his gaze and seemed to have read his mind. He couldn't help but smile and say, "Actually, most of the disciples in the peak know about this. They've gotten used to it over the past few decades. Even Wude doesn't find it strange."
He Wude nodded with a smile. It was obvious that he understood this very well.
He Yiming immediately recalled that when He Wude returned from the mountain a few days ago, he said that he couldn't lock himself in because there was no response from the cave abode. Back then, his grandfather was so anxious that he wanted to force his way in, but He Wude stopped him for a while. As such, he understood right away and didn't care anymore.
It was evident that the Medicine Man's method was not a spur of the moment decision; it had a long tradition. At the very least, his grandfather, who had been away for more than 40 years, was used to it, so he did not find it strange.
Ou Yangming shook his head. Shui Xuanjin's great disciple, Xue Lie, once said that every Innate Boundary powerhouse would more or less have some strange addictions after living for more than a century. The addictions might not be huge, but they would sometimes affect the people around them to a certain extent.
At this point, Ou Yangming finally understood that the saying was not groundless.
"Master." He Wude suddenly took a step forward. This time, his voice was rather deep. "When the four of us entered the mountain this time, we found a two-headed spirit beast along the way. The spirit beast was incredibly powerful, and both of its heads could perform the Innate Breath of the powers of wind and fire. "
The Medicine Man's face tensed up again. His eyes immediately glowed with anticipation as he asked, "Where is the spirit beast?"
He Wude smiled and said, "Master, this child Yiming has already taken action and killed this spirit beast."
The Medicine Man opened his mouth but hesitated to speak. In the end, he nodded and said sincerely, "That's right, Elder He. You and Wude are really lucky."
In actuality, countless thoughts had crossed the Medicine Man's mind at that moment.
If He Yiming and the others had only found the spirit beast but did not kill it, he would naturally do it himself. If He Wude was the only one who killed the spirit beast, the Medicine Man would not hesitate to ask for the Neidan.
Regardless of whether it was in his heart or in He Wude's heart, they both regarded themselves as members of the Hengshan lineage from head to toe. Since they had such a good item, they naturally had to hand it over to the sect to refine it into a golden core. Of course, the sect would not treat the disciple who handed over the Neidan unfairly. Although they would not necessarily bestow the Innate Golden Core, they would definitely be compensated greatly and would be put in an important position.
However, He Yiming was the one who had killed the spirit beast. If the Medicine Man were to be so tactless as to ask for the spirit beast back, he would definitely be displeased. In that case, even if He Yiming didn't say anything on the surface out of consideration for He Wude's face, he would definitely not be happy in his heart. If this caused this young Xiantian expert to become disloyal to the Hengshan lineage, then the gains would not make up for the losses.
After all, even with the Innate Golden Core, there was no guarantee that one would be able to smoothly advance to the Innate Realm. However, He Yiming was a living Innate expert. No matter how stupid the Medicine Man was, he knew how to make a choice.
He Wude glanced at He Yiming, a hint of smugness on his aged face.
He Yiming smiled and flipped his wrist to reveal a small jade bottle. "Medicine Elder, this is the Neidan I obtained from the spirit beast. I've heard that the Medicine Elder's alchemy skills are unparalleled in the world. The return of our family ancestor to Mount Heng is a joyous occasion, so I'll give this to you as a gift."
Before he had entered Mount Heng, he might have been reluctant to part with the spirit beast. However, after hearing He Wude's words and how the Medicine Man had given up on seeking benefits for himself in front of the Grand Elder and had instead asked for He Wude to return to the sect, he was filled with respect and gratitude for this elder whom he had never met before.
He would not casually reveal the white rock, but he would not be stingy about the two Neidan spirit beasts.
The Medicine Man's face lit up with delight. He hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out to take the spirit beasts.
Ordinary spirit beasts were the most important treasures to aristocratic families. Innate spirit beasts that were more than 500 years old were the most important treasures to reclusive sects.
Even someone as cultured as the Medicine Man could not help but feel a rush of excitement when he saw a Neidan spirit beast in front of him.
He opened the jade bottle to take a look. At first, he was stunned, then astonished, then pleasantly surprised.
"Elder He, why are there two … Innate Neidan spirit beasts?"
He Yiming shrugged. "I don't know either. That spirit beast had two heads, and each head had a Neidan." He paused, then asked curiously, "What kind of spirit beast is this, Medicine Elder?"
The Medicine Man was dumbfounded. He thought for a moment, then smiled wryly. "I don't know either, but according to ancient records, any spirit beast with two Neidan in its body is a mutant spirit beast. Whether it's the strength of the spirit beast or the effectiveness of the Neidan spirit beasts, they're far superior to ordinary ones. " He continued happily, "If it were an ordinary Neidan spirit beast, I would only have a thirty percent chance of refining it into a Golden Connate Pill. However, this mutant Neidan spirit beast is at least a fifty percent chance of being successful in refining it into a Golden Connate Pill in I's hands. "
He Yiming was greatly moved. He had a vague feeling that the two-headed spirit beast's mutation had something to do with the white rock, but he would have to slowly explore it in the future.
The Medicine Man carefully put the jade bottle away and thought for a moment, then said, "Elder He, although you have good intentions, the Hengshan Sect's rules will not mistreat disciples who offer up Innate Neidan spirit beasts. If these two Neidan spirit beasts are successfully refined into Golden Connate Pills, I guarantee that one of them will be handed over to you. "
He Yiming nodded in satisfaction. "Medicine Elder, I have one more request, and I hope you'll agree to it."
The Medicine Man waved his sleeves. "If Elder He has something to say, feel free to say it. As long as it's within I's power, I won't refuse."
"Thank you very much, Medicine Elder." He Yiming's eyes flashed with surprise. "I'd like to learn the art of alchemy from you, Medicine Elder."
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