From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Deep into the night, Fang Ren sat on the bed, cultivating. Ever since his battle with Xia Fu Lan, he felt on the verge of a breakthrough, although the sensation was not as intense as it had been during times of slaughter.

Having cultivated for approximately three hours, Fang Ren finally gave up. He always felt that something was missing when trying to break through realms, and if he forced the breakthrough now, he might reach the early phase of the Yingyue Realm, but his strength would certainly not be solid.

"The Asura Path Realm that I am currently in still requires slaughter as its core. Without the enhancement of the aura of slaughter, the stability of one's Dao heart is ultimately compromised." Fang Ren looked at his own hands and couldn't help but sigh.

Speaking of slaughter, the largest battlefield he had been part of was at Linglong Bay. He didn't know how many people he had killed, and his realm had been rapidly increasing, but looking at the current situation, if Nightfall and Indra Sky were to have another large-scale massacre, it might be the time for a decisive battle.

After all, the current circumstances were no longer like the past. The leader of the Nightfall Organization, Jiang Ling, already possessed the strength to contend with the Central Area. Once the war began, it could be apocalyptic.

Such a level of combat was beyond his ability to participate in, let alone manipulate the situation to his liking.

Just as Fang Ren was feeling troubled about how to continue his path of slaughter, a Practitioner at the midterm phase of the Yingyue Realm suddenly appeared outside his room. Unlike Mu Huanqing and Shang Han, who had previously barged in directly through the window, this individual approached his room door in a proper manner, coming from the corridor.

Knock, knock—

"Is Young Master Fang there?"

The voice of an old man came from the door, and Fang Ren went straight to open it. Without any children around, with Mu Huanqing absent, and with no one in Tianjiang daring to harbor murderous intent towards him at this time, he saw no need to avoid anyone.

Moreover, by the time the person had reached the door of his room, he had already seen the visitor's appearance with his mind's eye: it was a white-bearded old man. His face looked somewhat familiar to Fang Ren.

What's more important was that he saw the True Qi around the body of the old man dragging along a large bunch of Red Grass, precisely what he needed to restore Qianye. The visitor must be an Alchemist who saw the forum post and came over.

However, the address he had left originally was for his old hotel room. After the hotel was destroyed, no one except the hotel staff knew who had been staying there.

Now that the visitor had found this place, it meant that his identity as Qing'an had been exposed.

"What is it?" Fang Ren asked as he opened the door, feigning ignorance.

The elder outside immediately asked with concern upon seeing him, "Young Master Fang, how are your injuries?"

"Thank you for your concern, elder. My injuries are no longer serious," said Fang Ren.

Long Ming sighed and said, "At that time, I was collecting medicinal materials for your esteemed teacher and was on my way to Tianjiang when I heard that those dogs from Nightfall had attacked Young Master Fang. That pack of beasts! They are truly parasites of this world!"

After hearing this, Fang Ren smiled awkwardly within. The man was cursing Jiang Ling in front of him, and he couldn't even retort, feeling quite helpless.

However, he soon realized a hint of doubt in the old man's words. This person said he was collecting medicinal materials for his teacher, but since when did he have a teacher?

Could it be that this fellow mistook Master Qing'an as his master?

"Elder, I'm truly grateful for you to come all this way to deliver these materials. Please, come in and have a seat," Fang Ren said, and then turned and walked back into the room.

Seeing this, Long Ming laughed awkwardly and said, pointing at the pile of Red Grass he was dragging with his True Qi, "Young Master Fang, I brought so much stuff that I'm afraid it won't fit."

Only then did Fang Ren remember that, apart from himself, Mu Hui, and Jian Qi'er, no one else in this world possessed a storage ring. They had to carry everything with them.

Fang Ren said, "Then in that case, elder, why don't you set a price for these medicinal materials? I can't just take them for free."

Long Ming immediately shook his head and replied, "Master Qing'an has helped me greatly in the past. This time, I'm only helping him collect some medicinal materials. How could I take his things in return?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ren was slightly stunned, as he had felt that this elder looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't recall where he had seen him before. He then asked, "Forgive my impoliteness, may I ask who the elder is...?"

Long Ming, seeing that Fang Ren didn't recognize him, wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed heartily, "Haha, Young Master Fang has a peerless mentor like Master Qing'an, so it's natural that you don't recognize an old man like me. My name is Long Ming. Although we have not met in person, since you are a student at the medical academy, you should have heard a little about me."

Fang Ren was startled, "Long Ming?"

No wonder he thought the old man looked familiar, who kept saying how much Master Qing'an often helped him.

Seeing Fang Ren casually repeating his name, Long Ming's expression froze in bafflement. From what others had told him, Young Master Fang was not someone to be so impolite, especially since Fang Ren had been politely referring to him as 'elder' just a moment ago. Why had he suddenly started calling him by his name?

Realizing his blunder, Fang Ren hastily said, "My apologies, Elder Long, I was somewhat carried away."

"No, no harm done," Long Ming replied with an embarrassed smile, no longer dwelling on the matter and continuing, "With so many herbs, I wonder how much your master needs?"

"Naturally, the more the better," Fang Ren replied. "Additionally, Elder Long, it seems you have misunderstood something."

"Misunderstood?"

"I don't have a master, of course, other than the teachers at my school," Fang Ren clarified.

As those words fell, Long Ming was stupefied. He said he didn't have a master, but the address Master Qing'an wrote on the forum was indeed Fang Ren's residence... Could it be!

Watching Long Ming's dazed expression, Fang Ren directly used the Space Ring in his hand to collect all the Red Grass outside into his ring.

Being in a state of shock, Long Ming saw this miraculous scene unfold. All he saw was a slight movement of Fang Ren's hand, and the Red Grass on his True Qi just entered the ring in Fang Ren's hand.

What kind of magical artifact was this!

After collecting the herbs, Fang Ren said, "Elder Long, you have come from afar to deliver medicine to me, and I cannot let you make this trip for nothing."

As he spoke, Fang Ren took out a silvery iron box from his ring. Inside were several Space Rings he had previously crafted. They were meant to be sold in case he ran out of money, but since Long Ming had done him such a great favor, it was only right to give him one as a gift.