The Mysterious Junior Sister

"Miss Lin, rest assured. As a pharmacist, it is my duty to save lives and heal the wounded," Yang Fan proclaimed with unwavering righteousness as he spoke of his commitment to healing.

His gaze flickered with a peculiar intensity towards the injured crowd, reminiscent of a wolf eyeing a group of beautiful maidens stripped of their garments.

"Ah~"

Each person who met his gaze trembled involuntarily, chilled by his intensity.

Lin Yu wore a look of astonishment; there were over a hundred individuals present, and this man had the audacity to take on all their burdens without so much as a blink.

It is worth noting that even when treating mere mortals, a novice pharmacist would expend a considerable amount of spiritual energy.

Moreover, the sheer number of injured before him was daunting. Even seasoned pharmacists would struggle under such a heavy load.

"Is it truly not a problem with so many patients?" Lin Yu inquired, skepticism lacing her voice.

"Well, it may be a bit tiring, but it should not pose too great an issue," Yang Fan replied, his tone tinged with hesitation.

With that, he approached a young man amidst the throng of injured souls. "Please, show me your wounds."

The youth extended his arm, revealing a swollen, crimson gash.

Yang Fan opened his palm, gently brushing over the injury. He deliberately took his time, lingering for a breath or two before withdrawing his hand.

When he looked again, the wound had vanished without a trace, leaving only the tender skin beneath, remarkably restored.

"Done! It's healed! Truly, he is a divine healer!" the youth exclaimed, waving his now-healthy arm in astonishment.

"Wow! It really is healed!" Lin Yu couldn't help but reevaluate Yang Fan. Initially, she had perceived him as an inexperienced novice, but now, witnessing his practiced technique and astonishing speed, her opinion shifted entirely.

"Everyone, please line up; come one after another…" Yang Fan smiled warmly, radiating an aura of elegance and approachability.

A ripple of excitement surged through the crowd. The injured began to regard Yang Fan with newfound reverence.

"So he truly is a divine healer; it must have been a misunderstanding earlier." 

"Indeed! His technique for treating wounds is extraordinary!" 

"Divine healer, could you kindly take a look at my right leg? I injured it last month!" 

"Divine healer, I often suffer from heart palpitations; could you please assist me?" 

In a short time, Yang Fan treated over a dozen injured individuals, feeling a weight of responsibility upon his shoulders.

Yet, the most troubling aspect was the effect of these treatments on his own well-being. Currently, healing these mortals of their minor wounds yielded little in terms of spiritual energy gain, while more serious injuries drained him significantly.

After attending to twenty patients, he found that his spiritual energy could still manage, but the toll on his mind was considerable.

Having cultivated the **Xian Hong Jue**, he possessed an exceptionally robust physique and astonishing recovery abilities. However, even someone of his caliber would find it taxing to heal twenty or more patients in quick succession.

While his spiritual energy held steady, the fatigue on his mind was palpable. He recognized that spiritual and mental energies were intertwined aspects of one's soul. Though his recovery in spiritual energy surpassed that of the average person, it didn't match the speed of his physical recovery.

After treating thirty to forty individuals, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. His spiritual energy remained intact, yet his mental fortitude was waning.

"If only I could advance to the **Concentration Stage**…" Yang Fan sighed inwardly. The **Qi Refinement Stage** focused on accumulating spiritual energy, while the **Concentration Stage** represented an elevation of the soul's awareness. Once he reached the latter, his soul's power would amplify exponentially, granting him the ability to project his consciousness and command a flying sword, becoming a force of nature.

Huff!

After healing fifty or sixty people, he exhaled a deep breath, feeling the thin mist of vitality within him gradually strengthen.

"Yang Gongzi, are you still holding up?" Lin Yu asked with concern.

At that moment, her attitude toward Yang Fan had undergone a remarkable transformation. For such a humble, selfless healer, even she, a practitioner at the **late Qi Refinement Stage**, found herself filled with admiration.

Not only did her perspective change, but the guards, servants, and drivers surrounding the carriage now gazed at Yang Fan with respect and reverence.

"It's nothing. Healing the wounded is my calling," Yang Fan replied, shaking his head resolutely. He was unwilling to relinquish the opportunity to enhance his own cultivation.

Lin Yu, however, was secretly astonished. Though she was a pharmacist herself, Yang Fan's stamina in treating so many people in succession left her speechless. His speed and endurance were undoubtedly on par with seasoned pharmacists.

At that moment, a melodious voice, as refreshing as morning dew, resonated, "Yang Pharmacist, your benevolence humbles me…"

With that voice, the crowd fell into a stunned silence.

A gentle, sweet aura wafted through the air. Yang Fan, engaged in healing, felt a stirring within him, as if a faint fragrance had blossomed amidst the flowers.

A delicate hand, akin to a masterpiece of human artistry, rested upon his shoulder—fragile and ethereal, as radiant as purest cream.

"Junior Sister… why have you come out?" Lin Yu exclaimed in surprise. Their master had instructed her to keep her sister from exposing herself.

Unconsciously, Yang Fan turned to face her, once again meeting the tranquil depths of her ethereal eyes. The strikingly beautiful maiden, around sixteen or seventeen, wore a light green gown that swept gracefully to the ground, unblemished by the world. A subtle emerald aura enveloped her, reminiscent of a celestial flower.

Shrouded in a hazy glow and a white veil, Yang Fan caught a glimpse of a face that transcended the realm of mortals—serene and enchanting, exuding an aura of natural grace.

Just as he prepared to speak, an inviting energy surged into him, permeating even his very soul.

In an instant, he felt his depleted spiritual energy begin to replenish at an astonishing rate.

"Greetings, Lady Fairy!" 

The crowd then awoke from their stupor, each person bowing deeply to the ground in reverence.

"Yang Pharmacist, please take a moment to rest. Allow me to assist you," she gently proposed, raising her graceful arm. Strands of emerald light, akin to the caress of spring breezes, coalesced into ethereal ribbons, enveloping the remaining injured individuals.

"This… this is a mass healing spell!" Yang Fan exclaimed in astonishment. To cast such a wide-ranging healing spell required a practitioner of at least the **late Concentration Stage**.

**Late Concentration Stage!**

In the Southern Neighbouring Yang Clan, such an individual would be considered nearly invincible, rivaling even his master, Elder Liu. Moreover, Yang Fan found himself utterly unable to perceive the true extent of this maiden's abilities, as a gentle aura seemed to cloak her essence, shielding her from his senses.

So close was he, yet the white veil concealed the true visage of this enigmatic sister. However, her tranquil gaze and melodious voice were destined to linger in one's memory forever.

As she conjured strands of green light that intertwined around the area, it all appeared dreamlike and ethereal.

The mysterious Junior Sister, with her head slightly lifted, revealed glimpses of her breathtaking beauty beneath the veil. Strands of silken hair floated in the gentle breeze, shimmering like a celestial sprite.

For four or five breaths, the remaining injured souls were fully healed.

As she completed her task, Yang Fan noticed a dimming in her gaze; her breath became slightly labored, fragrant like orchids.

He could distinctly sense her energy dwindling.

Healing so many at once demanded a tremendous expenditure of both spiritual energy and mental strength, leaving even her somewhat fatigued. Moreover, she had also assisted Yang Fan in replenishing his energy.

"Junior Sister, quickly return to the carriage," Lin Yu urged.

The mysterious Junior Sister nodded, glancing back at Yang Fan. In her serene eyes, a fleeting ripple of emotion passed.

Yang Fan held her gaze, feeling a warmth within. The brief moment she turned back was imbued with such grace that she seemed to float back into the carriage.

Yang Fan exhaled deeply, inwardly reflecting, "This girl, being a fellow pharmacist, if we could cultivate together as partners, it would be a wondrous thing, but alas…"

"Everyone, regroup! Prepare to set off!" the stern young man announced, glancing at Yang Fan. "Pharmacist, I can offer you a swift steed to accompany us."

"Such kindness is greatly appreciated!" Yang Fan exclaimed, thrilled, uncertain whether it was the prospect of a mount or the chance to travel alongside this caravan that brought him joy.

Before long, the caravan returned to its orderly state. Yang Fan mounted his horse, riding in tandem with Lin Yu and the mysterious Junior Sister's carriage.

After traversing for half a day, Lin Yu turned her face towards Yang Fan and said, "Come closer; I have something to discuss with you."