?31: 031: First Encounter with an Innate Master 31: 031: First Encounter with an Innate Master Looking at Murong Qinglan sleeping, Tang Feng felt a deep pain.

    All along, she had maintained a strong facade by his side, but only now did he understand the hardships of his aunt.

    Only when he truly considered someone else’s perspective did he understand its significance.

    Mu Qingwan quietly stayed by his side, feeling somewhat envious of Murong Qinglan.

    She wondered if the young man would feel the same pain if she were in that situation.

    “Sister, I entrust my aunt’s matters to you.

    I will repay the money later, I currently need the twenty million,” Tang Feng said seriously.

    “No worries, I’m not in a rush for it,” Mu Qingwan almost blurted out that everything he had was already hers anyways, but she managed to hold back.

    The environment was not right, still rather conservative.

    “From the sound of it, are you planning to be discharged?” Mu Qingwan looked at Tang Feng.

    She hoped her guess was wrong, as Tang Feng looked extremely weak.

    Tang Feng smiled.

    “There are some things I need to take care of soon, Sister Wan shouldn’t worry.

    I was only weaker before than I am now.”

    Mu Qingwan paused for a moment, made up her mind, and said, “Let me help you handle it.”

    “No need, I’ll handle it myself.

    Is there a place in town where they sell medicinal herbs, I mean, other than those pharmacies?” Tang Feng asked hopefully.

    “There is, but the herbs there are much more expensive than the market price,” Mu Qingwan contemplated for a moment, then recalled a place.

    In the past, the old man was ill and had someone go in once; the medicinal herbs there were indeed exceptional.

    The most important aspect was that there were no counterfeits.

    “It doesn’t matter.

    The price paid will be returned manifold,” Tang Feng said confidently.

    Mu Qingwan nodded.

    “You rest first.

    I’ll go get your membership card for entry.

    I will probably be back in the afternoon.”

    “Okay, I’ll wait for you here at the hospital.”

    Mu Qingwan was known for her decisive nature and left the sickroom.

    Tang Feng stayed behind to talk to Murong Qinglan.

    Though he knew she couldn’t hear him, there were some things he could only dare to say in such circumstances.

    Tang Feng had never truly confronted the word ‘fear’ before.

    But now, faced with love, he was afraid.

    He feared Murong Qinglan would reject him.

    Could she believe such fantastic tales that he was no longer her nephew?

    No wonder they say once emotions get involved, the mental realm becomes chaotic, which can severely halt cultivation progress.

    Luckily,

    with his prior cultivation experience, barriers like this were negligible for Tang Feng.

    As long as his spiritual power met the requirements for advancing to a higher realm, he could overcome them.

    Unfortunately, what seemed a simple task was complicated by the scarcity of resources.

    Collecting herbs might not go smoothly either.

    Tang Feng planned to stay in the sickroom until the nurse Mu Qingwan had arranged for arrived to start her shift, then he left.

    At three in the afternoon, Mu Qingwan arrived at the hospital, looking exhausted.

    Tang Feng, feeling a strong sympathy, pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her fiercely.

    “Sister Wan, you’ve worked hard.”

    “I’m happy to do it for you,” Mu Qingwan enjoyed Tang Feng’s embrace, feeling as if all her fatigue had vanished in the moment.

    “You truly are an angel sent to me from heaven,” Tang Feng said, his hand wandering down toward her neck.

    Mu Qingwan slapped him playfully.

    “You rascal, consider where we are.”

    “Hehe, I couldn’t help myself.

    It’s all because Sister Wan is too attractive,” Tang Feng placed his hand on his stomach, not moving it any further.

    “Xiao Feng, I’m not worthy of you,” Mu Qingwan always felt somewhat guilty, as if she was taking advantage of a younger partner.

    How society would view her relationship with Tang Feng was clear without even thinking.

    “Silly girl, only I get to decide who is worthy of me; love knows no bounds,” Tang Feng laughed.

    “Sister might tire you out.” Mu Qingwan, almost ten years older, was very afraid of others’ opinions.

    She didn’t want to hear anyone say that she was burdening Tang Feng.

    “Don’t say such things in the future.

    Up until now, it seems like I have always been the one burdening you.

    Rest assured, it won’t happen anymore.

    Your man is far more capable than you think, and this world will eventually be at my feet,” Tang Feng spoke casually as if it was a trivial matter.

    But to Mu Qingwan, it seemed quite different; this man was like a magnet, tightly attracting her.

    “Here, take this card.

    Why don’t I join you this time?

    It’s not busy at the company today,” Mu Qingwan, ever since falling in love, always wanted to stay by Tang Feng’s side.

    “Maybe next time.

    You’re too tired this time, and I might stay longer,” said Tang Feng.

    “Alright, then I’ll drop you at the entrance and leave.” Mu Qingwan wasn’t clingy or circular like a young girl, life had to go on.

    Such sensible behavior, how could Tang Feng not love her?

    He gave her a long kiss before getting up to change clothes.

    An hour later, Mu Qingwan brought Tang Feng to a large hotel entrance, the largest in Nanzhu, comparable in scale and other aspects to the international standard.

    “Is it in here?” asked Tang Feng, puzzled.

    “Yes, that’s the kind of place only accessible to those with status and position, because buying a single medicinal herb could easily cost hundreds of thousands; ordinary people can’t afford it,” explained Mu Qingwan.

    Tang Feng realized then that it wasn’t just here but everywhere; the best things always ended up in the hands of a few.

    What was cultivation for?

    Pursuing immortality wasn’t wrong, but who could achieve it?

    The process was the most important part—thus, learning to enjoy it was what generated endless desires.

    The weak never have a voice, the same in every world.

    If you don’t want to be weak, strive to change yourself and become a peak power.

    After separating from Mu Qingwan, Tang Feng entered the hotel.

    It was his first time seeing other-worldly luxurious decor, and for some reason, he fell in love with the style at first sight.

    Majestic, luxurious, yet not cliche?, instead, it felt elegant.

    Such design was already very impressive on its own.

    As Tang Feng walked and looked around, he suddenly smelled a fragrance but before he could see clearly whom he had run into, his body flew up and landed three yards away.

    The fall almost cost Tang Feng his life.

    “Kid, watch where you’re going next time.” The woman walked out briskly and quickly disappeared from sight.

    “Innate Master!”

    Tang Feng remembered the scent.

    “Sir, are you alright?” Two security guards ran over to help Tang Feng up.

    “I’m fine.

    What floor is your merchandise on?” Tang Feng asked.

    “What kind do you mean?”

    “Medicinal herbs!”

    “On the second underground level, you can just go down and swipe your card to enter,” the security led Tang Feng to the elevator.

    “Thank you!” Tang Feng went downstairs.

    Upon entering the second underground level with his card, he was completely stunned.

    It was like a mini Medicine City with rows of medicine cabinets and managers selling herbs; Tang Feng felt a considerable shock.

    Indeed, countless talents were hidden, not only in the Alchemy Pavilion but also having gathered so many herbs.

    This time, he needed to find the herbs he urgently needed.

    Tang Feng also noticed that there were quite a few patrons in this place, looking rich and noble.

    “Young man, just tell me what herbs you need,” an old traditional doctor squinted and smiled at Tang Feng.