Heaven-Collapsing Start [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

In this way, several more days passed. One day, Dr. Dong walked into Ji Liang’s courtyard with hurried steps, looking as if he hadn’t slept for many days. His white beard, which was usually kept neat and cared for with great affection, was now messy and sticking up in all directions.

Ji Liang was standing in the octagonal pavilion by the pond, holding a box of fish food in his hand and lightly sprinkling it onto the water’s surface, causing a violent churning beneath as the goldfish swarmed to fight for food.

As soon as Dr. Dong stepped into the octagonal pavilion, he took an object from his sleeve and placed it on the stone table, producing a crisp clinking sound.

It was a jade-glass bottle, half a palm wide and no more than three inches high.

Ji Liang turned sideways, set down the fish food, and then looked at the jade bottle on the stone table, questioning with his eyes.

Dr. Dong steadied his breathing, his eyes burning brightly.

“The pills I obtained through improvement.”

After researching restlessly for several days, leafing through many ancient medical books, and combining his own medical skills with the inspiration gained from the medical knowledge Ji Liang possessed, Dr. Dong finally succeeded in refining pills that were slightly more effective than Ji Liang’s prescription.

Ji Liang’s eyes changed slightly, and only after a good while did he slowly speak: “Dr. Dong, is it worth it to do this?”

For someone like him with a “guilty status,” even if the illness were cured, he likely wouldn’t end up with a good final outcome.

Dr. Dong gave a light snort, stroked his beard, and said: “Whether it is worth it or not, this old man does not know; it is just that thanks to you, I feel my medical skills have advanced a few points further.”

This was the truth. Previously, he felt there were no difficult or complicated diseases he could not cure. As a Divine Doctor, Dr. Dong naturally had his own pride—at least until he encountered Ji Liang’s condition.

The corners of Ji Liang’s lips curled minutely. He reached out to pick up the jade bottle and pulled out the stopper; about five brownish pills lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle.

“Then, congratulations to Dr. Dong.”

Dr. Dong pondered for a moment and added: “Currently, the role of this medicine is only to condition your physical state. As for restoring your martial arts and internal energy—don’t even think about it.”

Ji Liang nodded, the corners of his mouth curving upward; his mood was rarely quite pleasant.

“One more thing: do not engage in strenuous exercise,” Dr. Dong instructed again, speaking with hidden meaning.

Ji Liang naturally understood what he meant; it was nothing more than fearing he would be unwilling to lose his martial arts and internal energy and would secretly get up to practice.

“I understand. To be able to improve my body, I am already very satisfied.”

Ji Liang’s eyes were as calm as water as he spoke thus.

…

Perhaps Dr. Dong’s improved medicine had taken effect, as Ji Liang’s consistently pale complexion finally gained some ruddiness, looking a bit healthier and no longer possessing that sickly appearance.

After that day, Dr. Dong refined some more pills for him and then hurriedly left the Ji Family Manor along with Alliance Leader Gu Yun.

Because the troops pursuing the Demon Sect remnants had returned, but they had lost several brothers, and many more were heavily injured.

The uninjured brothers reported:

They had searched and pursued along the clues left by the Li siblings, eventually discovering traces of the Demon Sect remnants in a valley. Originally, they had not intended to alert the enemy, but following the incident with the Li siblings, the Demon Sect remnants were heavily on guard. They were discovered as soon as they approached, so a battle inevitably broke out between the two sides.

Finally, the brother reporting the situation dropped a heavy “thunderbolt,” saying:

“That Demon Sect Leader did not die!”

Back then, during that chaotic battle between the Righteous Path and the Demon Sect unlike the traitor Ji Liang who died from a sword piercing his heart the Demon Sect Leader, Yin Ren, although struck in a vital spot by a palm from Gu Yun, had luckily not died on the spot and was instead rescued by his subordinates.

Although Gu Yun knew very well the power of that palm strike and that the Demon Sect Leader was 80% to 90% likely not to survive, there are exceptions to everything. Thinking of this, a thin figure couldn’t help but surface in his mind…

However, what no one knew was that the physical structure of the Demon Sect Leader, Yin Ren, was actually different from ordinary people; his heart did not grow on the left side, but on the right. Therefore, he had managed to survive by luck.

But even so, do you think he would be content just like that? The Demon Sect’s old nest was wiped out by the Martial Arts Alliance, leaving only a few remnants naturally, he would not be content.

During his recovery, hiding here and there like a rat crossing the street, Yin Ren gnashed his teeth, his gaze becoming increasingly violent and gloomy.

Until he received a secret message.

…

When Gu Yun led a group of righteous figures from the Martial Arts Alliance and rushed to the valley where the Demon Sect remnants were hiding, they found it empty.

The two Martial Arts Alliance brothers who had stayed behind to keep watch had already been brutally murdered; their heads were cut off and hung on the branches in front of the valley, their eyes wide open as if they could not die in peace.

Clearly, the Demon Sect was showing off its power in mockery.

At this moment, standing on the overgrown mountain path, Gu Yun faced the empty valley with an expressionless face, showing no emotion; however, the fingers hanging at his side were clenched deathly tight.

Someone came before him, cupped his hands, and bowed his head, saying: “Reporting to the Alliance Leader: no sign of the Demon Sect has been found.”

Another person walked over, cupped his hands, and bowed his head, his face showing anger and grief, saying: “Alliance Leader, the bodies of the two brothers have not been found.”

“Alliance Leader, not found…”

“Alliance Leader, no discovery…”

Two quarter-hours later, the Martial Arts Alliance group, having turned the valley completely upside down, had found nothing except for some traces of human habitation; not even half a shadow of the Demon Sect was seen.

Furthermore, for those two brothers who were brutally murdered and had their heads cut off, even their complete bodies could not be found.

Gu Yun closed his eyes, and after a good while, opened them again, stepping toward the two heads and kneeling on one knee.

“I will avenge you.”

He reached out his hand, placed it over their eyes, and slowly closed the wide-open eyes of the two who seemed to have died with grievances.

Gu Yun stood up, swept his gaze over the empty surroundings of the valley, and then waved his hand, saying: “Leave one troop to continue the search. Report back as soon as there is news. You must not act blindly!”

“The rest, return to the Martial Arts Alliance with me.”

The Demon Sect had always been insidious and cunning; this time he had miscalculated, but next time

It must be said that the timing of the Demon Sect remnants’ appearance was just right, as it happened to divert most of the attention away from Ji Liang.

And the news that the Demon Sect Leader Yin Ren was still alive was clearly more important than his own matters.

Truly… excellent.

Ji Liang stood by the window, gazing at the shimmering lake. The bird hopped around on the small table, or occasionally paused to lower its head and peck at the pastry crumbs on it.

After a short while, the bird spread its wings and flew to the edge of the windowsill, its small red claws hooking onto the frame.

Ji Liang tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on that bird.

“Have you eaten your fill?”

“Chirp~”

The bird tilted its little head, its small black-bean-like eyes round and bright.

Ji Liang took out the bamboo tube, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his slender fingers moved up and down rapidly; soon, he had skillfully and lightly tied the tiny bamboo tube to the bird’s leg.

He stroked the bird’s feathers, then gently held it up and tossed it out the window, watching it familiarly spread its wings, skim across the water, and fly high.

Afterward, it disappeared into the distant horizon.

Ji Liang learned about the situation outside from the news sent by the Hidden Pavilion, and his reply also indirectly confirmed the fact that he was alive to the person at the Hidden Pavilion.

Chun Niang, the person in charge of this Hidden Pavilion.

Of course, at this moment, Ji Liang did not know that along with the news of him still being alive spreading, a conspiracy was beginning to strike toward him.