I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 634: Chapter 490: Half-Human, Half-God, Half-Immortal (Part 2)

On the contrary, he seemed more like an ordinary scholar, blending harmoniously with the bustling marketplace surrounding him.

He continued onward, his steps much lighter, calmly merging into the lively common crowd.

As the sun gradually rose, the marketplace became increasingly bustling; he reached the quieter corner in the west of the city, his gaze suddenly paused.

He saw in front of an old shop, a faded wooden sign hung, inscribed with the words "Herbal Hall."

Beside it stood a new wooden sign, written with a Vermilion Brush: "Shop for Sale."

Chen Sheng’s gaze fell upon the three words "Herbal Hall," and he felt a slight emotional stir.

He stepped towards the shop, the wooden door gently ajar, lightly pushing it open.

Creaaak—

The shop was dimly lit inside, filled with a faint herbal fragrance, not strong, yet clean and pure.

Behind the counter sat an elderly white-haired man, dressed in dark blue attire, holding a string of prayer beads, a hint of melancholy between his brows.

Upon hearing the sound, the old man looked up, seeing a young scholar in green robes. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but quickly faded, as he stood up to greet:

"Sir, are you here to inquire about the shop?"

Chen Sheng slightly nodded, his gaze sweeping over the shop’s furnishings.

On the counter were neatly arranged jars and mortars, and several yellowed diagrams of the meridian system hung on the walls, exuding the marks of time.

"Old gentleman, indeed. May I ask what the shop is priced at?"

The old man sighed, leading Chen Sheng to sit beside a wooden table, pouring a cup of hot tea, and spoke slowly:

"Sir, you may not know, this Herbal Hall was left by my older brother."

Talking about his brother, the old man’s eyes were full of reminiscence:

"My brother dedicated his life to studying medicine, selflessly helping the world, a solitary man all his life, without children, his heart fully belonged to this Herbal Hall."

"A while ago, he passed away when his life was at an end. I’m not skilled in medicine, and after my brother left, the shop became vacant, with plans to sell it."

Chen Sheng quietly listened, waiting for the old man to get to the main point.

The old man picked up his teacup, took a sip, apologetically saying:

"People get old, and tend to ramble on; I hope you won’t mind. As for the price, it’s negotiable, but there are two matters I’d like you to know."

"On his deathbed, my brother repeatedly advised that this shop must continue as a medical clinic, never to be altered for other uses."

"Furthermore, the clinic must retain the original Herbal Hall sign."

Having said that, the old man’s eyes reflected some helplessness. These two regulations stumped all inquirers.

Several groups came before, either wishing to turn it into a tavern or pawnshop, or willing to run a clinic but with their own signage.

Upon hearing this request, they all backed out; the middleman spread the news, and no one inquired further.

The old man’s son held an official position in Dingzhou and had long sent someone to bring him for retirement.

He secretly planned to wait another month, and if still no willing buyer came forward, he could only go against his brother’s last wishes and rethink the plan.

Chen Sheng listened silently, already fathoming the situation:

"Old gentleman, I do have some inclination."

The old man suddenly lifted his head:

"Sir... Do you wish to buy it? Remember, it can only be operated as a clinic afterward!"

"You’ve explained it clearly, and I understand."

Chen Sheng slightly smiled, his tone gentle, his gaze sweeping over the yellowed diagrams of the meridian system on the wall:

"Though I have failed the imperial examinations repeatedly, my heart still harbors a resolution—since one cannot be a good statesman, one shall strive to be a good physician."

"If I cannot benefit the people on the court above, then I intend to help them by spreading medicine and saving lives."

"Great! Such a resolve to not be a good statesman, but to be a good physician!"

The old man nodded repeatedly, the heavy stone in his heart finally settling.

According to his brother’s wishes, he ought to thoroughly assess the other party’s medical skills and conduct before feeling assured to hand over the shop.

However, having someone willing to take over now was already a tremendous relief.

The more the old man looked at Chen Sheng, the more satisfied he became, even the wrinkles on his face seemed to relax as he comforted himself:

"This gentleman has a kind appearance and is a scholar; his conduct is likely commendable."

"Extending medicine to the world, a healer’s benevolence is more invaluable than exceptional medical skills!"

"As for medical skills, the young may not yet have a wealth of experience, but benevolence is most crucial; as long as one harbors kindness and diligently studies, the future is promising."

He rose and stepped behind the counter, taking out the land deed of the shop:

"If you truly wish to run a clinic, I’ll sell you this shop at a low price."

"I do not seek to earn Silver, only to fulfill my brother’s last wishes, allowing this Herbal Hall to continue saving lives."

Chen Sheng received the land deed, nodding earnestly:

"Old gentleman, rest assured, I will certainly uphold this Herbal Hall, ensuring Doctor Li’s efforts are not wasted."

The old man laughed heartily, the past days’ worries swept away; hurriedly he fetched ink and pen, signing a contract with Chen Sheng.

Soon after, having paid the Silver Tael, the old man meticulously explained some shop trivialities, then left with light steps.

Finally, I can peacefully retire in Dingzhou, it’s a wish fulfilled.

In the shop, only Chen Sheng was left. He walked to the counter, picked up a mortar, and a faint herbal fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

Chen Sheng smiled slightly, memories flickered before his eyes:

"I remember at the beginning of cultivation, the mortar was my companion."

"Not just the mortar, there was Wangyou too..."

With a thought, the traces previously found while searching for the origin silently reappeared in his sea of consciousness.

...

In the Panwu Realm, chaotic air currents swirled around the world.

Hongsheng sat at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens core, surrounded by chaotic glow, his eyes closed, with star trajectories circulating under his eyelids, the void around him trembling slightly due to his aura.

At this moment, his eyelashes quivered, and his eyes containing the birth and death of myriad worlds slowly opened, his gaze like a sharp sword piercing through chaos, reaching deep into the realm.

His lips gently parted, and a word was uttered with a voice like the thunder of creation:

"Come!"

Boom——

As the word fell, the will of heaven pressed down like an overwhelming Mount Tai, the power of speech swept across the entire Panwu Realm.

In an instant, the world turned upside down, the starry river rolled backward, ripples spread in the chaotic void, countless law runes surged from the void, gathering like pilgrims towards Hongsheng.

From the depths of the Panwu Realm’s core, a brilliant orb of light suddenly illuminated.

It was the Power of Origin nurtured since the birth of the Panwu Realm, pure and matchless, containing the primordial Dao Rhyme of creation.

Buzz——

Between heaven and earth, an ancient Dharma Seed slowly emerged, and the light of the Dharma Seed suddenly intensified, shining over the world like a sun breaking through clouds.

Dreamlike brilliance covered the entire Panwu Realm, using the world as a furnace, enveloping the Power of Origin.

"Refine!"

The voice of Refinement echoed through the chaos, the Power of Origin constantly condensed and shaped in the world furnace, gradually shedding its ferocity, transforming into a scroll about a yard long.

Mist shrouded the scroll, stars adorned it, flowing with a dreamlike luster— the Dream Order!

...

In the Panwu Realm.

Chen Sheng: "Thanks!"

Hongsheng lifted his eyes, his tone neither sad nor joyous:

"We were originally one, such an origin should be used by both of us."

Chen Sheng nodded, stepped forward, and the magical Dream Order slowly fell into his palm.

...

In the Celestial Abyss Realm.

Holding the Dream Order, Chen Sheng closed his eyes.

In his sea of consciousness, the traces found during the search for the origin, and bits of memories related to that figure, were all drawn out, turning into streams of light, merging into the scroll.

Swish——

The scroll suddenly lit up, countless images rapidly flowing across it.

The initial meeting in the Market... whispers beneath the green bamboo... embracing under the red wedding candles... tearful eyes at the time of parting...

Several decades of time, intertwined like a movie, finally transformed into a myriad of brilliant light dots, swirling and converging within the scroll.

"Let it begin!"

Chen Sheng murmured in his heart, his eyes gradually misty, gaze fixed on the light dots in the scroll.

Under his gaze, those light dots grew denser, slowly coalescing into a slender figure, carrying a hint of cunning, yet hiding warmth, the outline gradually becoming clear, an aura of liveliness quietly spreading.

"Wangyou..."

A surge of indescribable emotion welled up in Chen Sheng’s heart.

The next moment, the image on the scroll shattered suddenly, transforming into a myriad of tiny light fragments, and a figure in a yellow dress slowly walked out from the painting.

She wore a light yellow ru skirt, the hem embroidered with tiny magnolia flowers, a wind pin adorning her hair, her skin fairer than snow, eyes curved, sparkling and mischievous, with a bright smile on her lips.

It was Huang Wangyou!

As soon as she stepped out from the scroll, she looked up at Chen Sheng, her eyes full of joy and familiarity:

"Brother Yun!"

That call exploded like thunder in Chen Sheng’s sea of consciousness

Before Huang Wangyou could say more, Chen Sheng stepped forward and tightly embraced her:

"Wangyou, I missed you so much!"

Huang Wangyou obediently leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, her cheek against his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, the smile in her eyes growing softer:

"Brother Yun, I’m here, I’ve always been here!"