Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Alchemist

Ye Wuchen was Ye Jingtian's son, just like Ye Xiyao, a source of pride for the Ye family. Back then, before the Spirit Stone test, he had been at the sixth level of the Fire Element. How proud and impressive was that? Yet, half a year ago, he was unjustly framed, and although his life was spared, his legs were rendered useless. Now, he could only rely on a wheelchair to get around.

The mention of his grandson tugged at Ye Hong's heartstrings once again. However, his gaze turned sharp as he asked, "Jingtian, has there been any progress in Wuchen's case?"

"No, the other party planned it well in advance, leaving no traces behind. In all of Jing City, there aren't many families capable of such a clean operation."

"Hmph! Indeed, not many, but the Shen family is one of them!"

With both old and new grievances, Ye Hong had the Shen family firmly etched in his memory. Nevertheless, as the head of the family, Ye Hong maintained a degree of rationality. Thus, he coldly stated, "Continue investigating Wuchen's case. As for Yoyo, let her focus on healing first. As for the Shen family... hmpf, I will not let them off!"

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At that very moment, in a certain chamber within the back courtyard of Duke Dingguo's residence, Ye Xiyao, lying in bed, heard the sound of the door opening. Without opening her eyes, she faintly inquired,

"Has it been taken care of?"

"Yes, yes, it has. I followed Miss's instructions and it seems that Lord has been convinced..."

Cui Zhu approached the bedside with trepidation, but she didn't dare to raise her eyes.

"Very well. If there are any matters in the household or outside, remember to inform me. As for what to speak about and what not to, you should already know without me having to remind you."

"Yes, this, this servant understands, I understand."

After the incident in the palace during the day, Ye Xiyao hadn't laid a hand on Cui Zhu again. However, Cui Zhu found herself more afraid of Ye Xiyao than before. Even now, just hearing her calm voice made her tremble uncontrollably.

Satisfied with Cui Zhu's compliance, Ye Xiyao slightly opened her eyes and focused on the small vial of medicine on the table beside her.

The vial contained medicinal pills left by Doctor Zhou, who had visited earlier in the day. It was said that they were very valuable. However, Ye Xiyao knew the severity of her injuries. They weren't life-threatening, but they were far from light. Could a few medicinal pills alone heal her?

Curious, Ye Xiyao asked Cui Zhu a few questions. She then discovered that unlike her original world, although Traditional Chinese Medicine was prevalent in the Lingyun Continent, the methods of treatment were more limited. Apart from topical ointments for external wounds and oral decoctions, the most sought-after form of treatment were these refined medicinal pills. Acupuncture and similar techniques were unheard of here.

However, not just anyone could refine these pills. In addition to a carefully formulated prescription, one needed the innate fire-type Spirit User's spiritual flame to temper them. Thus, in this world, there existed a specialized occupation known as an Alchemist.

In her previous life, before the apocalypse, Ye Xiyao was born into a family of healers. While she couldn't literally bring the dead back to life, she could revive anyone with even a faint breath. Unfortunately, in the apocalypse, what was needed were not medical saviors but prophetic figures who could purify people's souls. After repeated betrayals, schemes, and manipulations, Ye Xiyao had ultimately forsaken her compassion, transforming into the cold and ruthless person she was now.

But one's innate nature is not so easily forgotten. Thus, after listening to Cuizhu's explanation, Ye Xiyao took the pill and sniffed it, finding the situation somewhat amusing.

She had expected something miraculous, yet it turned out to be just an ordinary remedy for internal injuries. In her previous life, Ye Xiyao had memorized such formulas by heart before she was even seven years old.