The First Female Healer of Daxia

"Look at you, why did you have to act tough for no reason? Now you're injured like this, and I have to take care of you—I make 100,000 a day, you know!

If you're not strong enough, just admit it. If you can't win, don't force it. That's what I'm here for! Sure, you're a bit weak, but I’m awesome!

That half-robot Gabriel? I’m not bragging, but after finishing off that birdman, I took him down too—smooth as silk, didn’t even break a sweat."

An Yi casually peeled an apple with a fruit knife, glancing at Lin Chen, who was too injured to move, barely hiding his glee while pretending to sigh.

Lin Chen kept a cold face, silent, but his fists clenched tightly.

Noticing this, An Yi hurriedly said, "Hey hey hey, don’t move! Your tendons are still severed and haven’t healed yet. You’ll reopen your wounds!"

Fang Jueming, who had his arm in a sling, chimed in, "Brother Chen, just listen to Master. When it comes to medicine, he’s actually pretty reliable!"

"Trust me, I know what I’m doing."

An Yi paused, feeling something was off.

Lin Chen glanced at An Yi, who was still peeling the apple, and said flatly, "I don’t need it peeled."

An Yi took a bite of the apple, confused. "What did you say?"

Lin Chen’s expression remained icy. "Nothing."

"So, what were you up to in Hong Kong lately?" An Yi asked curiously.

After leaving the secret realm, Lin Chen hadn’t left Hong Kong at all.

But news about him was everywhere.

An Yi had been scrolling through the Martial Alliance app nonstop—every headline was about Lin Chen.

One day he seized a port, the next he took over a district, and then he killed the Black Crocodile Patriarch, who had ruled Hong Kong for forty years, throwing the entire city into chaos.

Some even dragged An Yi into it, claiming Hong Kong had fallen and that the Asura Gate was revealing its claws.

All this left An Yi—who had been either lazing around on his phone or walking his dog—completely baffled.

Lin Chen brushed it off. "Just minor stuff, not worth mentioning."

After exiting the secret realm, he’d randomly appeared in the wardrobe of a gangster’s mistress.

After killing the gang leader, he became the new boss.

What followed was beyond his control—what started as a misunderstanding snowballed into a mess, and within weeks, he was fighting the Black Crocodile Patriarch.

Fang Jueming, munching on an apple, timidly asked, "Master, why did we come to the capital anyway?"

Wu Shuangshuang had already called three times, supposedly to check up on them.

She even accused him of picking up bad habits from his rogue master, joking that they’d gone all the way to the capital for… certain activities.

An Yi said casually, "Ever heard of Bai Chenxiang?"

Fang Jueming shook his head.

"The woman known as the number one physician in Xia?" Lin Chen pondered.

"Wow, didn’t expect you, Mr. Poker Face, to be so well-informed."

An Yi nodded, his expression dreamy. "Legend says she was peerlessly beautiful, a woman who dazzled an entire era, unmatched in both medicine and looks."

Though information about Bai Chenxiang was scarce—just scattered rumors—An Yi had managed to track her down. Supposedly, she was in the capital!

He’d come to seek her out for a prescription to treat Shen Muxuan’s Heavenly Yin Meridian condition.

If anyone in this world could cure Shen Muxuan, it was probably the legendary Physician Immortal, Bai Chenxiang.

Lin Chen mused, "Hmm, but those rumors are from sixty years ago. Where’d you hear them?"

"Sixty years ago…?"

An Yi’s hopeful expression froze.

Lin Chen added coolly, "Oh, and by the way—Bai Chenxiang is Bai Xiu’s grandmother."

"Bai Xiu’s grandmother?!"

An Yi’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "What the hell? That’s too much of a coincidence!"

He frowned. "Wait, no—that doesn’t make sense. If she’s Bai Xiu’s grandmother, why does she share his surname?"

"Simple. Bai Xiu’s grandfather was a live-in son-in-law," Lin Chen explained flatly.

An Yi: "…"

"Speaking of which, where the hell are Bai Xiu and Chen Bing?" An Yi wondered aloud.

He’d tried contacting Bai Xiu but couldn’t reach him.

Lin Chen replied indifferently, "No news on my end either."

[Breaking News: Asura Gate Ambushes Hundred Ghosts Sect, Wipes Out Trading Stronghold! 207 Cultists Killed!]

[Asura Gate Declares War on Hundred Ghosts Sect—Night Emperor An Yi Slays Demon Hall’s Chi Xiao!]

[Heaven’s SSS-Rank Assassin Gabriel Killed—Just How Strong is Lin Chen, the Asura Gate’s Second-in-Command?]

[Following Divine Hall, Law Enforcement Bureau, Tao Alliance, and Sky Temple, Xia’s Fifth Major Power Emerges!]

Bai Xiu, stepping out of the airport, casually scrolled through his phone, eyebrows rising at the flood of Asura Gate headlines.

What the hell had An Yi been up to while he was gone?

"Finally out of that hellhole… I don’t even look human anymore."

He pocketed his phone, yawning lifelessly as he trudged forward like a wandering ghost.

After spending time in Demon Valley, constantly harassed by beasts, starving and sleep-deprived, returning to the human world felt oddly unfamiliar.

In the sea of people, Bai Xiu’s gaze suddenly locked onto a woman in a white lace dress with golden hair.

His dead-fish eyes sharpened, radiating killing intent.

"Damn, she’s strong."

Katies also glanced at him.

But the two merely passed each other without interaction.

Bai Xiu shrugged and headed for the exit.

"Time to go home."

Today was his grandmother’s 80th birthday. Raised by her since childhood, he couldn’t miss it, no matter how busy he was.

"Katies, over here!" Qin Yao waved from a distance.

Katies caught up, apologizing, "I had to stow my sword, or it wouldn’t pass security."

Qin Yao glanced around, puzzled about where she’d hidden it, and smiled. "No worries. Our flight’s boarding soon."

"Be careful. There are a lot of shady characters around lately," Katies said gravely.

She’d encountered countless martial artists on the way, many of them formidable.

Like that dead-eyed young man just now—beneath his calm exterior lurked a beastly aura that even she found unsettling.

Qin Yao paled slightly but reassured her, "It’s fine. We’re boarding now. It’ll be quick. My dad’s already sent someone to pick us up."

Uncle Fu, however, wore a troubled expression, shaking his head subtly.

For some reason, he couldn’t shake a sense of foreboding.

Unseen by them, a masked man in black trailed behind, quietly pulling out his phone.

"Lord Prefect, the young mistress is about to board."

After a long silence, a woman’s cold voice replied, "Bring her to me."

"There’s also a member of the Holy Knight Order with her—according to Ah Biao’s intel, it’s Sky Knight Katies," the man added hesitantly.

The Sky Knight wasn’t someone to trifle with.

"How confident are you in bringing her back?" the woman pressed.

"Ah Biao and I together… maybe 70%? But there might be…"

"Spare no effort. Bring Qin Yao back. She’s already being targeted."

On a remote island in the vast sea, a beautiful woman issued her orders, her brow furrowed with worry.

Hesitating for a long time, she finally dialed a number.

"Hello? Who is this?" A young man’s cold voice answered.

"It’s… it’s me—"

"Wrong number."

The call ended abruptly.

The woman stood frozen, a bitter smile forming.

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