Enshrinement as a God

"Go to the Medicine Immortal."

"The Medicine Immortal? You mean the Medicine Immortal of the Two Immortals Who Cannot Be Found?"

The Medicine Immortal.

A strong man called one of the Two Immortals, along with the Sword Immortal, Taoist Lingbao, among the Twelve Honored Ones of the World.

His skill in medicine was unparalleled, and especially in regard to medicine, his skill was said to be to the extent that it was thought that a great immortal had descended.

As one anecdote, he was also called the Soul-Returning Body-Dweller because he had revived a person who had not passed a quarter of an hour after his breath had stopped.

"If I could find the Medicine Immortal so easily, why wouldn't I have gone to see him?"

Since the Medicine Immortal's skill was so outstanding, anyone with power and wealth wanted to meet him.

But the reason why the Sword Immortal and the Medicine Immortal were called the Two Immortals Who Cannot Be Found was because their whereabouts could not be grasped.

At least the Sword Immortal had now taken a position in the Sichuan Alliance, but it had already been more than ten years since the Medicine Immortal had shown his face.

From the imperial family in the distance to the tycoon of Sichuan, So Ho, nearby, they had searched for him in all directions, but the reason why they had not been able to meet him in the end was precisely that.

Shen Gongbao was now mentioning him, who had completely disappeared from the eyes of the world.

"The Medicine Immortal's whereabouts cannot be found by ordinary means."

"It sounds as if you know where the Medicine Immortal is."

"That's..."

Originally, the Medicine Immortal was a strange person who had been staying in the Mountain Peak of the Hermit's Valley.

Although he was a person who could not be grasped, he had a vast knowledge and an outstanding skill in alchemy that even Old Master Lu could not follow.

He had gathered the strange herbs and strange beasts of the Hermit's Valley and had conducted numerous experiments.

Although many people in the Mountain Peak had shown caution and concern at his appearance, since it was not a great violation of the rules, it was a situation that was passed over with a hush.

In the midst of that, he had finally gone mad.

At that time, there was only a rumor that he had secretly entered the outer heavens of the Hermit's Valley and had gone mad, but the exact reason was not known.

He, who had lost his mind, had avoided the strict rules of the Mountain Peak and had conducted a strange experiment in concert with not only the Sea Isle Sect but also even Miss Mu of the Non-Duality Gate.

Soon, when everything was discovered, he had run away from the Hermit's Valley through a deal with Hongjun.

But Shen Gongbao could not tell a person from outside the Hermit's Valley all of these situations.

"Then tell me. Where is the Medicine Immortal now?"

"I don't know."

"Didn't you say you knew the Medicine Immortal's location?"

"I know how to find him, but I don't know his location."

"Then tell me how to find him."

Shen Gongbao pointed to the direction of the Tang Clan with his hand.

"Go to Scholar Jiang right now. And there... Nezha, whom Scholar Jiang was hiding, will lead you to the Medicine Immortal."

Medicine and poison are two sides of the same coin, and like light and shadow, they are inseparable.

The Medicine Immortal, he had always taken as many lives as he had saved, so his other name was the Poison Demon.

Although he was one of the Three Demons, the number of people in the world who knew that the Medicine Immortal and the Poison Demon were the same person was less than five.

The 'thing' that Hongjun had received from him, who had gone mad, in exchange for leaving the Hermit's Valley was only one.

It was a combination of the mysterious magic of the Non-Duality Gate and all sorts of evil arts, and it was his lifelong masterpiece that the Medicine Immortal had cherished more than anything else.

The Medicine Immortal and the Poison Demon.

A mysterious magic was contained in the thing he had made, and it had flowed into the Tang Clan by Hongjun's hand. It might not be a strange thing that a life had been born in a dead lump of flesh and that a miracle of movement had been created.

"I see."

Although Yang Jian did not understand all of Shen Gongbao's words, he decided to act as he had said.

This was because he was bothered by the back of Jiang Ziya, who had run away in a hurry.

If he were to ask Jiang Ziya about the parts he did not understand, he would surely be able to get an answer.

"Thank you. If you need my help later, tell me. In addition to my mistake today, I will surely repay this debt."

"There's no need for that."

The Black Spot Tiger carried Shen Gongbao on its back and soared high into the sky in one go.

It was an attitude of Shen Gongbao that might seem rude at first glance. But at his mysterious appearance of disappearing into the sky on a white tiger, Yang Jian even forgot his unpleasant feelings.

"A young Thunder Immortal has descended to the lower world."

Yang Jian, after taking a short fist-and-palm salute in the direction where Shen Gongbao had disappeared, hurriedly turned his feet.

* * *

Flinch!

A black something was moving, avoiding people, on one side of the wall of the Tang Clan.

It, which had been moving stealthily, looking for a place where there was no presence of people, was carefully moving its feet, looking for only the shadows under the sun.

'M-my heart... is... pounding.'

Nezha, who was deeply covered in the Heaven-Mixing Silk, rubbed his pounding chest and secretly hid his body.

Although it was broad daylight and not a few people were moving, perhaps thanks to the magic that Jiang Ziya had cast, people's gazes did not easily turn to Nezha.

Moreover, there was a great incident where the forbidden zone had burned down with a roar of thunder right before their eyes. Since people were rushing to that place in a daze, their gazes did not reach Nezha.

Swoosh!

As Nezha nimbly jumped over the wall, his heart pounded again.

Even in the midst of the encroaching anxiety, moving like it was the middle of the night in broad daylight made Nezha feel a great joy.

'S-soon... maybe I too...'

Although Jiang Ziya could not guarantee it, if he were to master the martial arts of the Heaven and Earth Fist... perhaps he might be able to control the poisonous qi in his body.

No, he had to.

Perhaps because it was a martial art that his uncle, Tang Yishui, had created, the Heaven and Earth Fist, unlike any other martial art that Nezha had tried until now, was not rejected by Nezha's body.

Nezha hurriedly moved his body towards the chamber where his mother was staying.

Since Mrs. Yin, who had not learned martial arts, had a hard time facing Nezha without an item like a poison-proof cloth.

Moreover, as Mrs. Yin's health worsened due to Nezha's ever-stronger poisonous qi, the young Nezha had no choice but to keep his distance from his mother.

Although the situation was not good, thinking of his mother's appearance, whom he would be seeing for the first time in nearly a month, made Nezha's heart pound.

Moreover, this time, he was full of good news to tell his mother.

That his uncle, who had disappeared, was actually a great master, and that he would learn his martial arts.

That he had gotten a master who would teach him martial arts.

That a path might be opened for him to live like a normal person...

"M-mother..."

Nezha, who had jumped over the wall and had ridden the roof, looked around and opened his mouth with a small voice.

Mrs. Yin's chamber was as clean as ever.

Nezha, who had entered the room through the window, looked around and looked for his mother.

"M-mother...?"

His mother, who should have been in the chamber, was not in sight.

Nezha carefully looked around.

Seeing that the things that seemed to be his mother's things had not been used for a long time, it was clear that she had been away for a very long time.

"Wh-where did she go..."

If Mrs. Yin was not here, it was just as difficult for Nezha to hide here.

If Mrs. Yin were here, since she would not let outsiders into the chamber, Nezha could hide his body, but with her absence, that was also impossible.

Seeing the state of the room, it seemed that the maids were constantly cleaning it, so he could not hide here.

Nezha rolled his head for a moment.

Although he had thought of a few places to hide, there was no suitable place.

"Wh-what should I do..."

A presence of someone was felt in Nezha's ear, who was at a loss for what to do.

The startled Nezha hurriedly crawled under the bed.

Clatter!

The door of the chamber opened, and three people who seemed to be Mrs. Yin's maids appeared, chattering.

Nezha covered his mouth and curled up his body.

"They still haven't caught the culprit, have they?"

"I know, right..."

"The young Taoist of the Wudang Sect who died..."

"A lightning bolt in a clear sky... is the head of the family really receiving a heavenly punishment?"

The three maids began to clean, talking loudly.

Nezha, through their conversation, was able to hear that Mrs. Yin had gone on a trip for recuperation a month ago.

This was the reason why Mrs. Yin had not shown any particular reaction, even though such a commotion had occurred in the Tang Clan and Nezha was related.

Nezha put strength into the hand that was holding the Heaven-Mixing Silk.

Although he had not been by her side on a daily basis, hearing that his mother was far away made his heart feel lonely and as if he had no one to lean on.

He even hated himself for having thought of hiding here, thinking that he might be the reason for her worsening health.

"Wait. Sniff, sniff..."

As one of the maids suddenly began to sniff, the startled Nezha, who had been lost in thought, was startled.

The maid sniffed and frowned.

"Where is this disgusting smell coming from..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come to think of it... I think I smell something strange..."

As one maid held her nose, the other maids also began to sniff and to concentrate on the strange smell that was coming from Mrs. Yin's chamber.

Since they were cleaning meticulously once a day, there was no way that such a smell would be there under normal circumstances.

"Did someone throw away food here?"

"This window is open."

Clatter!

The maid who had closed the window tilted her head.

"Did a wild animal come in through the window by any chance?"

"Ugh! A-an animal?"

The maids looked at each other's faces, trembling in fear.

But even if it were a wild animal, they could not just pretend not to know.

"If that's the case, we'll be in big trouble, so let's hurry up and catch it and to get rid of it."

"You... have a nosebleed..."

"Huh? Aack!"

The maid who had been sniffing at first wiped her nose and found a nosebleed on the back of her hand.

The startled maid made a fuss and raised her head to stop the bleeding. The other maid knelt down to wipe the blood that had fallen on the ground.

"What's wrong with me? ...I feel a little dizzy."

"The child's body must be weak, a sudden nosebleed... ah, ah!"

The maid who had been grumbling and wiping the bloodstain met a pair of shining eyes under the bed.

A black object of unknown identity with pupils that flowed with a green light.

The maid fell on her buttocks and let out a loud scream.

"Aaaah!"

"Aack!"

"Squeak!"

As one maid screamed in surprise, the other maids also screamed together reflexively.

Although the startled Nezha hurriedly crawled out from under the bed, it had the opposite effect.

"M-monster!"

"Help me!"

Although Nezha hurriedly tried to cover the maids' mouths, he could not stop the maids who were already crying and running away.

"What's all this commotion!"

Although he was away, since it was the chamber of Mrs. Yin, the wife of Tang Yizheng, not a few people were assigned to guard this place.

As he heard the sound of the martial artists who were on guard rushing in, Nezha, without realizing it, flew towards the closed window.

Bang!

"It's a monster! The demon has escaped!"

Although Nezha hurriedly ran out of the chamber, the martial artists of the Tang Clan, who had gathered after hearing the maid's scream, were already showing their faces from all over Mrs. Yin's chamber.

The martial artists of the Tang Clan, whose nerves had been on edge due to Wu Guang's nagging, began to surround Nezha, who was covered in the Heaven-Mixing Silk, with murderous eyes.

"Who are you!"

Although Nezha turned back and tried to run away again, the martial artists of the Tang Clan, who were already in the dozens, did not give Nezha a space to run away.

Since they were the martial artists of a prestigious family, they immediately displayed a wheel formation and showed their caution towards Nezha. The flustered Nezha hurriedly opened his mouth.

"I-I'm... a s-suspicious... p-person."

"No? Look at his hands!"

A martial artist who had seen the back of Nezha's hand, which looked like the scales of a snake, shouted. Then the martial artists of the Tang Clan all drew their swords and aimed them at Nezha.

As it was, the culprit who had killed the great disciple of the Wudang Sect had not yet been caught.

If that person had invaded, aiming for the wife of the head of the Tang Clan, there was a very high probability that this small monster was the culprit.

(End of Chapter)