When Mu Yan treated the female cultivators in Fusang City, many people were still in a coma and did not know that Mu Yan had treated them.

When I woke up, I found that my injuries had healed, and I thought that Mu Yan had fed them expensive elixirs.

I am full of gratitude to Xiaoyao Sect.

But those who truly understand the truth are Zhu Wan and Yi Lanxin, the female cultivators who finally chose to follow Mu Yan.

Lin Shaomin thought of something, and a hint of sorrow appeared on his face: "In recent years, both inside and outside the tribe, more and more people have wanted to seek medical treatment from Mule Pavilion, but it is difficult to get the saints of Mule Pavilion to save him. Master, you..."

Saint Aunt?

Mu Yan turned his mind for a moment, shook his head and said, "I'm not here to seek medical treatment. Do you know, where is the place where I can find out the news recently?"

"Are you asking for information? It must be [Wangyin Market]." Lin Shaomin hurriedly said, "God Lord, are you looking for someone or something? I know where Wangyin Market is, I will take you there."

Mu Yan smiled: "Thank you!"

Lin Shaomin's face suddenly turned red, and his hands kept twisting his clothes, and he raised his eyes to peek at Mu Yan: "God Lord, how can you say thank you to me? I can't pay off what I owe you!"

God, why is Master Jun so beautiful when he smiles!

And he looks younger than himself, but he is already so powerful.

Mu Yan: "Where are you? Why are you outside the snow-sci-sex jungle?"

And as soon as he met him, he launched a fierce attack.

Lin Shaomin's face suddenly turned redder and he said at a loss: "Yes, I'm sorry, Master Jun, I thought I was robbing this path... I wanted to come to the snow meridian jungle to collect some valuable spiritual herbs as the medical treatment for my brother from Mule Pavilion."

Only after Lin Shaomin's narration did Mu Yan understand the whole story.

It turned out that Lin Shaomin's younger brother had a good talent since childhood, but he had a strange disease half a year ago.

The originally tough and broad meridians began to gradually shrink, and their cultivation level stagnated.

In the Holden tribe, there are not many people who suffer from this [meridal atrophy].

Some people recovered after seeking medical treatment, while some people gradually improved after taking pills.

But there are also some people who were not lucky enough to get treatment from Mulege. After the medicine stone was ineffective, their meridians gradually changed from atrophy to damage, until they became disabled people and even died.

Lin Shaomin's younger brother Lin Shaocong was originally only mild [meridal atrophy]. Although his cultivation level was unable to improve, he had no worries about his life.

However, just one month after Lin Shaomin came back, Lin Shaocong's condition suddenly worsened.

The meridians in the whole body age and withered rapidly. A young talent who had already reached the peak of the golden elixir could only lie in bed three days ago and could not even walk.

Lin Shaomin's family was anxious, and it happened that the saints of Mule Pavilion were going to treat tribal civilians at the [Wangyin Market] recently...

"The saints in Mule Pavilion say it is a free medical consultation and do not charge a medical fee. But in fact, if you want to get a quota for medical treatment, you can only purchase it by bribing the saints' subordinates. The more a saints with excellent medical skills, the greater the price they have to pay to obtain the quota."

Lin Shaomin sighed softly: "In order to treat my brother, our family sold all valuable things, but... but there are still too few, so I want to come to the Snow-Mei Jungle to try my luck."

There are terrifying beasts in the snow-colored jungle, and there are often gangsters who are robbing and robbing outside the jungle.
Chapter completed!