The mountainous areas in northwest China are like primitive areas, with no roads, no cars, and even people are rare.

Surrounded by the mountains, there is a lonely thatched house. There are many herbs planted in the open space outside the thatched house, and the fragrance of medicine is everywhere.

The space in the thatched room is not large, with only a bed and a desk, and the desk is filled with books and various straw paper.

At this time, an old man with white hair and beard lying on the bed, his eyes were closed and his face was peaceful.

A boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old was sitting by the bed.

"Xiao Xia, I really envy you. You can pass away safely after only 81 years of living." Fang Yu looked at the old man who had just passed away on the bed and said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm in trouble. I don't know how many years I'll live to be able to finish." Fang Yu sighed, with pain in his eyes, and more helplessness.

It has been nearly five thousand years since he embarked on the road of cultivation.

During this long period of time, Fang Yu was unable to die, and his realm could never take another step forward.

He has been practicing for nearly five thousand years and is still in the Qi Refining Stage!

That’s right, Qi Refining Period! The most basic state of the path of cultivation!

According to strict standards, the Qi Refining Period cannot even be considered a state, but can only be considered a period of body refining.

Only after building the foundation can one truly embark on the road to immortal cultivation.

But Fang Yu was stuck in the Qi Refining Stage and could not move forward any further.

For thousands of years, he has swallowed tens of thousands of foundation-building pills, but has no effect at all.

A thousand years ago, Fang Yu's master comforted him, saying that because his spiritual roots are stronger than anyone else, he had to wait for a longer time in refining Qi.

But a thousand years have passed, and Fang Yu still cannot break through to the foundation-building period.

At this time, his master also thought he was wrong. Fang Yu was actually just a mortal without spiritual roots?

But how could a mortal man live for thousands of years without even signs of aging?

Later, Fang Yu's master successfully passed the tribulation, ascended to become an immortal, and left the earth.

Since then, no one has cared about Fang Yu's realm.

As time goes by, the spiritual resources on the earth are becoming increasingly thin.

On the earth today, even if Fang Yu can break through the realm, he is destined to be unable to overcome the tribulation and become an immortal.

But Fang Yu never thought of going through the tribulation and becoming an immortal. He just wanted to break through this damn Qi Refining Period!

This is his obsession.

By today, he has cultivated to the 9832nd level of Qi Refining Stage. And ordinary cultivators can break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage as long as they cultivate to the 12th level.

When Fang Yu thought of practicing, he felt a little depressed.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at the straw paper on the desk full of various prescriptions.

"If I had known that you would have become such a medicine fool, I would not have taught you medical skills back then!" Fang Yu shook his head gently and said helplessly.

According to Xiao Xia's last wish, he wanted to sort out these prescriptions and take them away.

Not long after he started to sort out, he heard some noisy footsteps. He immediately raised his head and looked out the window of the thatched house.

Xiao Xia has built thatched houses in such a place, but can it be found?

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

Ten minutes later, the group came to the thatched house.

There were seven people in total, including two young men and women, one in a wheelchair, and four strong men in suits and ties, who were obviously bodyguards.

When Fang Yu saw the old man sitting in a wheelchair exuding a dead aura, he knew that these people must have come to seek medical treatment.

"Hello, Xia Yao God, my name is Tang Feng. We are from the Tang family in Jiangnan. We want to ask you to me..." The handsome young man walked up and said loudly.

Fang Yu pushed open the door and interrupted him.

"You are late, Xia Xiuzhi has just passed away."

What!?

Everyone present changed their faces.

Xia Xiuzhi, the medicine god they were looking for, actually passed away!?

"What, how could it be..." Tang Feng looked pale and stared at Fang Yu blankly.

In order to cure the serious illness of Mr. Tang, they used the resources of the entire family and spent a lot of manpower and material resources to find out where the medicine god Xia Xiuzhi, who had been away from the world for nearly twenty years, was located.

After going through a lot of hardships, they finally found the thatched house where Xia Xiuzhi lived, but unexpectedly, they got this news!

"How could it be such a coincidence? We just found... No, Xia Yaoshen must have not passed away. He just avoided the world and didn't want to see us!" said the young girl with delicate appearance, with a red eyes and excitedly.

"Yes! The Medicine God must be still in the thatched house!" Tang Feng's eyes were filled with hope and he walked into the thatched house directly.

Then, he saw Xia Xiuzhi lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Tang Feng observed carefully and found that the old man on the bed was indeed not breathing.

"What, why is this happening..." Tang Feng only felt that his hope was shattered and his whole body lost his strength.

"I said, Xia Xiuzhi has passed away, you can go back." Fang Yu frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with Tang Feng's actions of breaking into the thatched house.

Tang Feng suddenly thought of something, turned to Fang Yu, and asked, "You are the apprentice of the Medicine God? You must have passed on the medicine God's medical skills. You should treat our grandfather's illness. As long as it can be cured, we are willing to pay no matter how much it costs!"

Fang Yu shook his head and said, "I am not his apprentice...I am just an old friend of him."

In fact, strictly speaking, Fang Yu is Xia Xiuzhi's master.

Xia Xiuzhi, who was only fifteen years old at the time, embarked on the path of medical treatment under Fang Yu's guidance. Of course, there is no need to say these words, and no one will believe them.

However, even the statement of an old friend seems strange.

Fang Yu looks less than 20 years old, while Xia Xiuzhi Capital is over 80 years old. The two are not in the same age class at all. How can they be called old friends?

However, no one thought about it at this time, and the group was immersed in the despair of hope.

Mr. Tang, sitting in a wheelchair, completely lost his anger after hearing the news of Xia Xiuzhi's death and his eyes were completely dismayed.

God is so will! His fate has come! There is no need to struggle anymore!

The young girl was so sad when she saw her grandfather like this, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down her tears.

Fang Yu frowned slightly, looked at Mr. Tang, and suddenly said, "You have lived for seventy-three years, you should have lived enough, why do you want to survive?"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned, curious how Fang Yu knew Mr. Tang’s age.

But when they heard Fang Yu's words behind him, their faces changed.

Have you lived enough?

Where can anyone in this world live enough?

What does this sentence mean?

Provocation? Sarcasm?

"You bastard, what do you mean?" Tang Feng's face turned pale and he punched Fang Yu in the chest.

Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly, but his body remained motionless.

"Bang!"

Before Tang Feng's fist touched Fang Yu, he was hit by a huge force, and he flew backwards and fell to the ground.

However, after walking a few more steps, Tang Xiaorou suddenly stopped.

"I, I remembered that I've seen him at school!"
Chapter completed!