Urban Immortal Doctor Master

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After a long while, Tang Feng finally calmed down, feeling somewhat helpless around such a woman.

Tang Feng planned to return home in the next few days.

He wanted to give the Tang Family a surprise, a shock to those who shunned his mother.

Speaking of Tang Feng's mother, it was a pitiful tale. She was driven to illness by the relentless pressures of the Tang Family and left this world all too soon.

As for this, Tang Feng's deep-seated resentment was like a looming thunderstorm, ready to erupt at any moment.

In the following time, he didn't want to waste a second. He began channeling the Mystical Medical Heart Scripture, embarking on the true path of re-cultivation. The Mysterious Medical Nine Revolutions constituted one complete cycle, which included nine meridians and eighteen acupoints.

On Chaoyang Mountain, with the help of the Blood Cleansing Pill, Tang Feng had already successfully circulated one complete cycle and was essentially stepping into the Postnatal Martial Realm.

He only needed to unblock the eighteen acupoints to advance to the Innate level, which posed no challenge for Tang Feng.

Inside the porcelain bottle, he had already prepared Refining Spirit Pills for cultivation. Although most were Low Grade, they offered unexpected benefits for an ordinary body.

After one cycle, Tang Feng began to search for suitable Attack Techniques. The result made him laugh and cry; due to the age of the techniques, those below Immortal Level had long been discarded by him, so much so that now he couldn't think of a single one to practice.

Sky Crashing Seal, Qiankun Seven Palm, Leisurely Wandering Dragon—each technique was of Immortal Technique level. Unless he reached the Mahayana Realm, these powerful Attack Techniques were merely for viewing.

Stepping outside into the courtyard, as Tang Feng gazed upon the night sky filled with stars, a shiver ran through him, and a cultivation technique emerged in his mind.

Star Refining Technique.

A dense array of mystic glyphs surged forth.

This was not a secret technique he had practiced before; could it be that his previous life had obtained it? Tang Feng couldn't help feeling ecstatic. This was like manna from heaven.

When Murong Qinglan arrived in the garden with a simple meal of three dishes and a soup, Tang Feng snapped back to reality.

"What's on your mind, to be so engrossed?" Murong Qinglan noticed that Tang Feng's demeanor had starkly changed compared to before. Now he exuded health and was subtly assuming an air of authority, making him seem much more mature.

"It's nothing. Aunt Lan, would you like to come back to the Tang Family with me?" Tang Feng asked, feeling concerned for this woman. If she didn't accompany him back to the Tang Family, he wouldn't feel at ease.

"Feng'er, I won't go back with you. You've grown up; you can live on your own now. Aunt Lan has thought it over these past few days. I shouldn't always be by your side; it's not good for your growth. You should make more friends, step out of the Tang Family, venture into society, and strive to change yourself. No matter what the future holds, you ought to live an extraordinary life," Murong Qinglan said with a smile.

"Aunt Lan, you don't understand. After my mother passed, you became the closest person to me. You've sacrificed so much for me. I can't leave you behind without peace of mind, unless you find a man who brings you happiness. Then I would be reassured," Tang Feng said.

"There will be no other man like that for me. Love is too luxurious for me. Feng'er, don't worry. I will visit you when I can," Murong Qinglan replied.

"Alright then, since you've decided, I'll respect your wishes. After I leave, you must take good care of yourself. If you ever want to talk, just call me. No matter the time or place, I will always answer. If there's any issue, I'll be there at your call," Tang Feng said.

"You've really grown up. It seems that after this great calamity, even your way of speaking has become sharp, and you've learned to care for others. Feng'er, I am very relieved. Rest assured, I will definitely find the medicinal materials to cure you," Murong Qinglan said.

"Aunt Lan, it's not necessary anymore. You don't have to work so hard anymore; my illness has been cured," Tang Feng said with a smile.

Murong Qinglan stood up in disbelief, her face a picture of incredulity. "Is that true? How were you cured?"

"Truly. Remember the medicine I gave you before? It was from an Old Pharmacist, and I consider myself lucky to have encountered this benefactor. After taking that medicine, I got better," Tang Feng lied with good intentions.

"That's wonderful," Murong Qinglan exclaimed, jumping up in excitement.

"Aunt Lan, so you don't need to worry about me anymore. I hope you can always be happy and joyful. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had such a hard life," Tang Feng said, looking at the woman before him with pity and gratitude.

"Feng'er, it's such a relief you're alright. I've finally accomplished the task your sister entrusted to me," Murong Qinglan said, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders, and her smile was now unburdened—she had indeed given a lot over the years.

Tang Feng could feel it, a smile that reached the heart, making even the starlight seem dim in comparison.

He hoped she could be this happy every day.

This beautiful woman had married a man she did not love, just to obtain a few thousand-year-old medicinal materials for him.

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The previous Tang Feng truly had no way to repay you.

The current Tang Feng was of course very moved; he had never encountered such relatives before.

In this life, he must make her happy.

"Aunt Lan, in this life, I will take good care of you," Tang Feng said seriously.

"Hehe, as long as you're willing, that's good enough for me. I can take care of myself," Murong Qinglan laughed.

In her eyes, Xiao Hai was still a child.

"I will." Tang Feng nodded earnestly as he looked at Murong Qinglan, silently vowing to himself that he would give Murong Qinglan a wonderful future.

"Let's eat, it's getting cold." Murong Qinglan, seeing the determination in Tang Feng's eyes, said no more and didn't take it too seriously. In her view, Tang Feng had a long way to go before he could fully grow up.

Life isn't as one wishes; the outside competition is too brutal, and a moment of carelessness could lead to complete devastation.

However, she didn't want to crush Tang Feng's confidence; all she had was encouragement.

She hoped Tang Feng would become better.

That is what all relatives would wish to see.

Murong Qinglan and Tang Feng didn't notice that, in a distant corner, a pair of venomous eyes was watching them.

"Damn, why are they so good to Tang Feng? Murong Qinglan, just you wait," the person muttered venomously before turning and leaving.

Tang Feng's eyes sparkled with sharpness as he gazed toward that corner, deep in thought. Wasn't that Murong Tian? Daring to target Aunt Lan, is he seeking death?

Tang Feng was puzzled. He could fully feel Murong Tian's jealousy and murderous intent. Could it be that Aunt Lan had some secret?

"Aunt Lan, turn around." Tang Feng would absolutely not allow anyone to target Murong Qinglan; he would never let her suffer even a little bit of harm.

This was his instinctive reaction.

"What's the matter?" Murong Qinglan asked, puzzled, but still turned around.

Tang Feng's hands moved swiftly, as if he was touching the stars in the sky, and in what might have been an illusion, several threads of silver light wrapped around his fingers.

He whispered softly, "Swift!"

Several strands of silver thread entered Murong Qinglan's body.

Huh!

Feeling something enter her body, Murong Qinglan swiftly turned around and was about to ask when she saw Tang Feng's face pale and him leaning on the stone table, breathing rapidly.

"Feng, what's wrong with you?" Murong Qinglan was frightened, thinking that his illness had flared up again.

"Aunt Lan, I'm fine, please sit down." After several breaths, Tang Feng's complexion visibly improved.

"What on earth happened? Are you trying to scare me to death?" Murong Qinglan gasped.

"Aunt Lan, after I leave, you need to beware the people of the Murong Family, especially that Murong Tian," Tang Feng said earnestly.

"Xiao Tian, what about him?" She had a rather good impression of Murong Tian.

Seeing Murong Qinglan's expression, Tang Feng knew anything he said would be in vain, "Aunt Lan, if you encounter danger, remember to call for Feng. I will appear by your side in time."

Murong Qinglan smiled, "Do you think you're an Immortal who can appear instantly at a call? Nevertheless, I like hearing that. Let's eat. You won't be able to eat the food I cook every day in the future."

With those words, the atmosphere noticeably stiffened.