Chapter 2: The Ancestral Sage of Heavenly Medicine

“Don’t worry, Xian, I promise I’ll do my absolute best to feel it out~”

“As long as you don’t find me annoying, that’s all that matters.”

Zeng Xiaofan smiled as he set the buns aside, his expression earnest. “Let’s take the test first!”

“Only if you pass the test do you deserve to eat Xian’s buns!”

“Mmm, you’re right.” Li Bixian reached up to gather her jet-black hair behind her head. Her shapely hips swayed slightly as she stepped forward, bringing her long legs closer to Zeng Xiaofan. The faint fragrance that clung to her body drifted straight into his nose.

He couldn’t help but take a deep breath, his whole spirit uplifted by the scent.

“Now, raise both your hands and stretch them forward slowly~” Li Bixian straightened up as she spoke, her voice unconsciously trembling.

Being blind, Zeng Xiaofan had no inkling of Li Bixian’s true intentions and simply obeyed, gently pushing his hands out before him.

“Lower, just a little~~”

“That’s it, spread your fingers a bit~”

“Perfect, keep going…”

“Mm, keep going… ah~” Li Bixian’s eyes were practically glazed as she watched his hands move closer. Even before they touched her, she couldn’t help but let out a few coquettish sounds.

Just as Zeng Xiaofan’s palms were about to make contact with her, a faint noise came from nearby.

Li Bixian was biting her lip in anticipation, completely oblivious. But Zeng Xiaofan’s hearing, honed by his blindness, was sharp—his ears twitched, his brows furrowed, and he turned in the direction of the sound, shouting angrily, “Who’s there!”

Only then did Li Bixian follow his gaze, and to her shock, she saw a pair of lustful eyes gleaming at the window.

“Ah!!!” she shrieked. “Zhao Qinglong! You pervert! How long have you been hiding there, spying on us?”

She hastily crossed her arms over her chest and turned to snatch up her clothes. But Zhao Qinglong seemed prepared for this; he darted forward, seizing her clothes first, his gaze roaming hungrily over her body.

“So, you little minx, always acting so prim with me, but sneaking around here with a blind guy! Tsk, tsk, what a shameless sight!”

“Zhao Qinglong! Watch your mouth!” Zeng Xiaofan shouted, his blind eyes closed tight. “Don’t you dare sully Xian’s reputation! We’re here studying traditional medicine, pure and simple!”

Zhao Qinglong let out a crooked laugh. “Studying medicine, is it? Since when does that require stripping off your clothes? Pure, you say? You think I’m an idiot? From where I’m standing, you two are anything but pure—you’re bare as the day you were born!”

“What? Naked?” Zeng Xiaofan stammered, uncertain. “How could that be? Sister Bixian, is he telling the truth?”

By now, Li Bixian had already hidden behind Zeng Xiaofan. As their bodies brushed, he realized with a jolt that she really was unclothed. Before he could process this, Zhao Qinglong lunged.

“You little tart! What good is a blind man? Let me show you how it’s done! I guarantee I’ll make you happy—unlike that useless wretch!”

“No!” Li Bixian screamed, struggling as Zhao Qinglong pinned her to the ground.

Zeng Xiaofan, hearing her cries, was frantic with helplessness—he couldn’t see, he couldn’t help, he could only bellow, “Zhao Qinglong! Let her go! What sort of man are you, bullying a woman? If you’ve got guts, fight me one-on-one!”

Zhao Qinglong just sneered, “Idiot. Why would I fight you when I have such a beauty right here? Try your luck after I’ve had my fun!”

He pressed Li Bixian down, his knees forcing her legs apart, ready to commit an unspeakable act.

But at that critical moment, Zeng Xiaofan groped blindly until his hand closed around a rolling pin. He swung it toward Zhao Qinglong, aiming by sound alone.

Thud!

The rolling pin struck Zhao Qinglong squarely in the back. With a howl of pain, Zhao Qinglong loosened his grip, allowing Li Bixian to break free.

Seizing the chance, Li Bixian snatched her clothes and hastily dressed—her attire was still disheveled, but at least the essentials were covered.

Seeing his prize slip away, Zhao Qinglong’s face turned an ugly shade of green. “Zeng Xiaofan! Damn you! You dare ruin my fun? I’ll kill you for this! I’ll deal with you first, then take care of that little slut!”

He charged at Zeng Xiaofan, while Li Bixian stamped her foot in panic, her figure trembling. “Xiaofan, run!”

But how could a blind man outrun the burly Zhao Qinglong? With a few heavy steps, Zhao Qinglong was upon him, wrenching the rolling pin away and bringing it down hard on Zeng Xiaofan’s head.

A sickening thud rang out. Zeng Xiaofan collapsed, blood gushing from his head and soaking his clothes.

“Ah!” Li Bixian screamed, “Murder! Someone help!”

She rushed to lift Zeng Xiaofan, but his eyes rolled back—he was completely unconscious.

“Damn you, Zhao Qinglong! If anything happens to Xiaofan, I’ll never forgive you!” Li Bixian, distraught, charged at Zhao Qinglong in desperation, not caring whether she was any match for him.

Zhao Qinglong merely glanced at Zeng Xiaofan’s motionless form with a sneer. “Pathetic. That’s what you get for crossing me. Who cares if I killed some bastard?”

He spat, then turned and threw Li Bixian to the ground once again.

“Let me go, you bastard!” she cried, only now realizing her futile resistance had only put her in greater danger.

Zhao Qinglong’s eyes roamed hungrily over her pale thighs and exposed neckline as he swallowed, overcome with lust. “Now that the blind fool is dead, there’s no one left to disturb us. A night of spring is worth a thousand gold pieces.”

He tore her underwear in one rough motion, intent on violating her.

But at that moment, the jade pendant at Zeng Xiaofan’s neck, having soaked up his blood, suddenly shone with a faint golden light.

Simultaneously, a distant voice echoed in Zeng Xiaofan’s mind: “I am the Ancestor of the Heavenly Dao of Medicine. Today, your fate is not to end. Receive my inheritance of the Heavenly Dao…”

As the words faded, agony seared Zeng Xiaofan’s forehead, and in an instant, torrents of knowledge—divine medicine, geomancy, Daoist arts, cultivation techniques—flooded his mind…