As he looked at the man's back, Lu Sheng was still slightly worried.
'I wonder if the plan will go smoothly. If it does, the Eight-Headed Griffon Tribe won't let this go easily. However, powerful beings usually judge living beings by their spirits. They won't be able to fool Zhuang Jiu for long. However, as long as Little Eight can cause enough damage to the Cloud Sky Pavilion, it'll be enough for both sides to fight and form a deep grudge. '
Lu Sheng wanted nothing more than to vent his anger on the Eight-Headed Griffon so that he could escape by faking his death.
Whether it was Zhuang Jiu or the Cloud Sky Pavilion, they were both existences that he could not fight. Hence, if he wanted to escape without exposing his secret, the best way was to die and disappear completely.
As for the Green Branch Sect and Zhuang Jiu's revenge, he had already arranged for his family and sect elites to retreat secretly. This was to prevent this from happening and buy himself some time.
Lu Sheng did not intend to keep this a secret for too long. After all, as long as he had enough time, he would soon reach Zhuang Jiu's level. He was very confident of this.
'I summoned the Eight-Headed Griffon using Wave Resonance. If everything goes well, this overlord-level creature will definitely vent its anger on the Green Branch Sect, Zhuang Jiu, and the other factions when it discovers that I'm dead. If that's the case, it'll be quite effective … 'Lu Sheng simulated the possible outcomes in his mind.
However, he did not know that the actual outcome would be smoother than he imagined.
Zhuang Jiu lost a clone. The Green Branch Sect lost the Cloud Sky Pavilion and a planet. The Eight-Headed Griffon's information was incomplete because its projection was killed.
The outcome was perfect. He managed to conceal the fact that he was the one who summoned the Eight-Headed Griffon.
The direct result was that the three factions, including the World of Pain, were viciously scratched by Little Eight's main body. Not only did they suffer heavy losses, they dared not look for trouble with it.
The Eight-Headed Griffon Tribe was a notorious tyrant in the galaxy. They were powerful and terrifyingly talented. On top of that, they were hot-tempered. They looked down on all living things since birth and looked down on others.
They had always been the ones messing with others. This was the first time in tens of thousands of years that someone had messed with them.
Hence, the outcome was out of Lu Sheng's expectations. It was perfect. He did not have to use any of his subsequent plans. It ended easily.
Coming back to his senses, Lu Sheng looked at the man in front of him.
"Sir, how should I address you?" he asked politely.
"Tu Jin. Just call me Tu Jin, "the man replied casually.
"My surname is Lu." Lu Sheng smiled. "You can call me Lu Yue."
"Lu Yue, right? Do you know herbology? "
"Err … a little, I guess? I think. "Lu Sheng wasn't sure either. If this was truly Libra City, and if it was as Zhuang Jiu said, and it was a colossal force on par with the Yuan Dynasty's Green Branch Sect, then his unexpected arrival here would be a great opportunity for him to develop in secret.
Therefore, he decided to stay and investigate the situation first.
"Help me deal with the herbs first," said Tu Jin.
The two of them passed through the forest one after the other and soon arrived in front of a grayish-brown wooden house.
In front of the wooden house stood a young man and woman who looked to be in their teens.
The man had a dignified appearance and an extraordinary bearing. His face and eyes were faintly revealing a complacent expression. It was clear that he was at the peak of his life. His green silk robes were embroidered with a few small runic veins. They shone faintly with a layer of dust-repelling light.
Compared to the man, the woman paled in comparison. She was practically a ball. From her waist to her neck, she was covered in thick layers of fat. There were three horizontal lines on her chin.
She wore a white chiffon dress. It looked more like she was wrapped in a towel. She had two small black hairpins tied on her head. She looked very childlike. However, when paired with her ball-like fat, she looked extremely awkward.
"Father, you're back?!" When the plump lady saw Tu Jin, she immediately wiggled her short legs and pounced on him.
"Mm-hm. I picked your favorite Green Sound Fruit for you today. It'll be enough for you to eat for the whole day." Tu Jin's expression softened slightly.
"You brought a man back?" The plump lady stared at Lu Sheng curiously.
It was a pity that Lu Sheng did not reveal his aura. He disguised himself as an ordinary young man. He paled in comparison to the man in front of the wooden hut.
"Father, I saved him by accident. He doesn't have any money on him, so he's working as my assistant for the time being," Tu Jin said calmly. He did not seem to know what a smile was. His expression was cold and indifferent to everyone. At most, he was slightly gentler to his own daughter.
Tu Jin was already over 50 years old. His Tu Style Healing Art was quite famous in the surrounding hundreds of miles.
Many of the residents in the area knew that his Healing Art was certified by Libra City.
However, that was all.
He was a doctor, but he was just a doctor.
Nowadays, none of the youngsters of the new generation were willing to cultivate the Healing Art, which was arduous and produced extremely slow results. Instead, they cultivated the Killing Art, which could defend themselves against their enemies.
Take his first disciple, Decheng, for example. Instead of learning the Healing Art, he secretly joined a martial arts sect called the Scarlet Cloud Sect behind Tu Jin's back.
Now that he had achieved some success in his cultivation, he was flushed with success.
This was society. Nowadays, various sects and sects had endless cultivation formulas. However, an ordinary inherited Healing Art that could only be considered excellent would not catch anyone's attention.
Tu Jin felt slightly dejected. His daughter, Bi An, was not interested either. He reckoned that the Tu Style Healing Art would probably be lost in his generation …
"Where's De Yun?" Tu Jin entered the hut. He ignored his first disciple, who was standing awkwardly at the door. He asked about his other disciple, his second disciple, Zhao Deyun.
"I'm here, Master!" An honest-looking, tanned, and burly man rushed out of the hut hastily. He held a bunch of rooted green herbs in his hands.
"I'm processing the Xunyang Grass, Master."
"Mm-hm. Continue. Don't delay." Tu Jin nodded and waved his hand.
Right now, his second disciple, De Yun, was the only one who could make him feel better.
Although De Yun was not talented enough, hard work made up for his lack of talent. Perhaps he would have the chance to truly master the Tu Style Healing Art in the future.
He brought Lu Sheng to the center of the hut and sat down.
His daughter, Bi An, and his first disciple, Decheng, walked in obediently. They stood in front of the left seat.
"According to the standard, I've used a bottle of Nectar Liquid for you. You'll have to work for me for 121 days. Based on this, you'll have to process at least 300 Jade Transformation Cordyceps," Tu Jin said slowly.
"No problem," Lu Sheng agreed readily.
"No problem? Then, let me briefly explain the situation, "Tu Jin continued.
Through his usual apathetic tone, Lu Sheng quickly gained a rough understanding of how far he had fallen due to this accident.
Libra City was huge. It was three times the size of the entire Great Yin. The city was divided into four districts. From the top to the bottom, residents of different social classes resided there.
Everyone could travel to the main city through the Transportation Formation that charged fees. The main city could certify the major occupations. If one was confident in their abilities, they could accept the missions issued by the main city. After completing them, they would receive contribution points and have the chance to become a resident of Libra City.
As for the distance between Libra City and the Yellow Springs Planet … After probing, Lu Sheng found out that Tu Jin knew the names of many of the planets around Libra City. This was because many expensive herbs came from those places.
As for the Yellow Springs Planet … Tu Jin had heard of a herb called Mingyuan Grass because it grew in abundance.
If one wanted to head to the Yellow Springs Planet, they would have to go through at least three Interstellar Transportation Formations.
As for the cost of using the Galaxy Teleportation Array, it would consume the entire savings of a small sect. The cost was so high that it was shocking.
After understanding this, Lu Sheng stopped thinking about it. Before he could think of a way to return, he had to increase his abilities to a certain level. Otherwise, he would only be seeking death if he returned.
As they chatted, Tu Jin began to complain helplessly. He complained that his daughter and disciple did not learn the Tu Style Healing Art properly.
However, his daughter did not care about his feelings at all. She retorted directly.
"Father, times are different now. So what if we learn the Healing Art? In the main city, a doctor's salary is only a tenth of the salary of a fighter. Medicines, medicinal powders, and many cultivation formulas have healing effects. Many teams don't even need doctors. They can heal their wounds on their own. "
"That's right, Teacher. What era is it now? Why are you still guarding the Healing Art? It's not the past anymore. Times are different now. "His eldest disciple, Decheng, also chimed in.
"Don't you understand? What you've learned outside can be learned by others. What I've inherited here is unique. It's unique to you! "Tu Jin tried to persuade them to change their minds.
"But you can't make it your main cultivation. It's taking too much time. "Bi 'an's words interrupted Tu Jin's thoughts.
"Then continue, Father. Senior Brother and I will go shopping in the city." When Bi Jin saw her father's face turn green, she quickly pulled her senior brother and ran out.
After the two of them left, the house instantly fell silent.
Tu Jin sat quietly on his chair. He did not speak for a long time.
"May I ask what I can do as an assistant?" Lu Sheng could not help but ask after a while.
Tu Jin exhaled and stood up slowly. "Come with me. If you do well, I can consider applying for a temporary residency for you. "
"Temporary residency?" Lu Sheng heard a new term.
"Outsiders with unknown identities like you can only stay here for three days. After three days, you'll be chased out by the main city's automatic elimination system. If you want to stay here for a long time, you'll have to obtain a temporary residency, "Tu Jin explained as he walked.
"Only those who have contributed to the main city are qualified to stay."
Lu Sheng followed him into the house. They arrived at a small room filled with various herbs.
"I'll sell the herbs here. I'll get some ice money and contribution points after I sell them. I can give you a portion of the contribution points. It'll be enough for you to stay here for a longer time, "Tu Jin explained briefly.
"How do I sell them?" Lu Sheng asked.
He had nothing to do anyway. It was important for him to use Tu Jin as a channel to understand the rules of Libra City.
"I'll explain it to you a few times. Watch carefully, "Tu Jin said solemnly.
"One of the directions of my Tu Style Healing Art is organ transplantation. It's to transplant the diseased organ into a new organ and resolve the rejection. The white thread fungus is very important in organ transplantation. It's the main material for making the suture thread. Let me show you how to deal with it first … "
"Organ transplantation? Can any organ be transplanted?" Lu Sheng suddenly asked.
"Yes. As long as the rejection doesn't exceed the limits of your cultivation base, "Tu Jin replied casually.
A thought flashed through Lu Sheng's mind. He had only intended to deal with it. However, the specialty of this Tu Style Healing Art piqued his interest.
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