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When Wei Yang claimed to be a native of Wu Tan City, the members of the Xiao Clan were not surprised in the slightest.
After their previous large-scale transaction involving a massive purchase of Tier 1 medicinal herbs, they had discreetly investigated Wei Yang’s background.
With the Xiao Clan’s deep roots in Wu Tan City, looking into the background of a local was an effortless task.
Moreover, Wei Yang had already made a name for himself as a physician several years ago.
Using this as a clue, it was easy to gather a wealth of information about him, including his date of birth, the identities of his parents, and other personal details.
"I lost my parents at a young age. They perished in the Magic Beast Mountain Range when I was just six years old," Wei Yang said, his gaze turning slightly distant. "At that time, I felt lost and helpless in this world... I had just begun cultivating Dou Qi, but there was no one to guide me."
Then, his eyes refocused as he looked at Xiao Yan and smiled. "But within two years, your name began to spread throughout Wu Tan City. To be honest, Xiao Yan, you might find it amusing, but back then, I considered you my goal. I constantly sought news about you and used you as motivation to push myself forward."
"And because of that, I managed to achieve a little success today."
The group fell silent.
Who would have thought that Physician Wei was actually... Xiao Yan’s little fanboy?
Of course, they didn’t know the term "fanboy," but the meaning was more or less the same.
Wei Yang’s words were half true and half false.
When he first arrived in this world, he had indeed regarded Xiao Yan as a benchmark for his own progress. That part was true.
He had pushed himself to cultivate Dou Qi so that he wouldn’t lag too far behind Xiao Yan.
It was that motivation that allowed him to become a Dou Zhe by the age of twelve.
It was a form of comparison, but also a driving force.
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In a corner of the room, Gu Xun’er rolled her eyes upon hearing Wei Yang’s words.
"You call that ’a little success’?"
Forget Wu Tan City—even in the entire Jia Ma Empire, your talent and achievements were enough to make a name for yourself.
Even in Central Plains, you would be considered quite exceptional.
Since Wei Yang held Xiao Yan in such high regard, Gu Xun’er’s goodwill toward him increased as well.
Her usually cold gaze softened just a little.
At the same time, she also felt a hint of admiration for the young man.
Losing both parents at six, surviving alone, and making it this far... the journey must have been incredibly difficult.
"I..." Xiao Yan opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words.
Faced with Wei Yang’s sincere praise and the warmth in his gaze, Xiao Yan felt... incredibly awkward.
His face flushed slightly.
Back then, he had plenty of admirers—nothing strange about that.
If this had been two or three years ago, he would have accepted such admiration without hesitation.
But now? He felt utterly embarrassed.
He had once been at the top... but now?
At the same time, a wave of warmth surged in his heart.
Who would have thought?
Even now, when he had fallen so low, there was still someone who remembered and supported him...
Over the past two years, Xiao Yan had experienced the bitter coldness of human nature.
Those who once praised and flattered him—where were they now?
Only Physician Wei was his true, loyal fan!
A fan who had withstood the test of time.
Xiao Yan’s thoughts drifted wildly, and he instantly filled in the blanks with his own imagination.
A six-year-old child who had lost his parents was like a small beast curled up in a dark, cold, rainy night—trembling, pitiful beyond words.
To survive, the child had no choice but to train diligently, to become stronger, so that he would not be bullied.
Day after day, he sweat and toiled, undeterred by hardship. His small face was always filled with determination and seriousness.
Whenever he felt like he couldn’t hold on any longer, he would think of me—Xiao Yan—and that thought would reignite his motivation to train...
Uh, my true fan. Or maybe even Xun’er.
A soft and delicate little hand quietly slipped through his sleeve and gently pressed against Xiao Yan’s clenched palm.
Xiao Yan turned his head, only to see Gu Xun’er winking at him playfully.
A trace of warmth surfaced in Xiao Yan’s heart, and his gaze softened. The gloom and bitterness that had weighed on his brows seemed to dissipate at this moment.
Seeing this, Gu Xun’er also felt happy. It had been a long time since she had seen her Xiao Yan-gege in a better mood. Because of this, she even felt a bit grateful toward Wei Yang.
She didn’t dare tell Xiao Yan about Wei Yang’s true strength and cultivation level.
She feared that the hard-won improvement in Xiao Yan’s mood would be crushed once again.
Question: What does it feel like to be completely surpassed by one of your own fans?Probably worse than a critical hit.
Xiao Yan’s gaze toward Wei Yang became much more gentle and serious.
Gone was the previous absent-mindedness, the indifference as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
However, noticing the mocking and ridiculing looks from the surrounding clan members, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle and lowered his head.
He focused his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart—silent, saying nothing.
Wei Yang saw this and withdrew his gaze as well.
"Cough~" The Grand Elder coughed lightly, breaking the silence in the hall.
This was not the time to be dazed.
Xiao Zhan also came back to his senses. He glanced at Xiao Yan with some affection before looking toward Wei Yang, his expression somewhat awkward.
He forced a smile at Wei Yang, a trace of bitterness and regret flashing across his face as he sighed. "Now, given my son’s situation... I’m afraid we have disappointed you, Physician Wei."
The three elders remained silent, faint traces of ridicule flashing across their faces.
However, Wei Yang didn’t seem to mind. He simply waved his hand and spoke warmly to Xiao Zhan, "I’ve heard about Xiao Yan’s situation. It’s indeed a pity... but perhaps there’s still a chance to recover. Patriach Xiao, you don’t need to worry too much."
Hearing this, Xiao Zhan’s eyes brightened slightly, but he soon let out a bitter smile and shook his head. "I appreciate Physician Wei’s kind words. I hope so."
Over the past two years, he had tried countless times and invited countless physicians—some even alchemists—to examine Xiao Yan, but none had found a solution.
He had experienced too much failure and disappointment. At this point, he didn’t dare to have hope anymore, yet he couldn’t bring himself to give up entirely.
At this moment, a clan member led several servants inside, carrying a large round table.
The Xiao Clan members all turned their gazes toward Wei Yang.
Wei Yang got up, walked to the table, and casually waved his hand.
A large pile of jade bottles appeared, neatly stacked on the table, filling the entire surface. At a glance, there were at least a hundred and fifty bottles.
"This—!" Xiao Zhan abruptly stood up, his face full of shock.
The three elders, along with many members of the Xiao Clan, also stood up one after another, their eyes fixed on the jade bottles.
A faint medicinal fragrance lingered in the air, gradually permeating the entire hall.
"What is this?" Xiao Zhan’s gaze locked onto Wei Yang, his expression a mix of disbelief and excitement.
"These jade bottles contain Tier 1 pills—one hundred and sixty-three in total."
Wei Yang smiled and explained, "I’d like to entrust your Xiao Clan to help me sell these pills. What do you think?"
A series of sharp intakes of breath rang out.
The faces of the Xiao Clan members instantly flushed red, even their eyes turning bloodshot with excitement.
Tier 1 pills!One hundred and sixty-three of them!?
What a grand gesture!
Am I dreaming?These are pills!To see such a vast quantity of Tier 1 pills openly displayed before them—how could they not be excited?
"These pills include hemostatic, healing, energy-recovery, cultivation-aiding, detoxification, and many others..."
Wei Yang sat back down, took a sip of tea, and spoke in a casual tone. "I didn’t bother labeling them one by one—too much trouble. I trust your clan can sort them out."
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