The figure of 500 points, still lingered vividly before Fang Zhe’s eyes. The system panel slowly faded… yet its final message continued echoing in his mind.Rescue Doctor Irma.Location: near the Medicine Pavilion.Fang Zhe stood silently in his room for a few seconds.Then, the corner of his lips slowly lifted.“Five hundred points…”That was no small amount.With that many points, he could directly purchase high-level medical knowledge from the system shop.And that meant…His abilities would surge dramatically.However, the moment he saw the name of the target he had to rescue…His eyes suddenly turned cold.Because a warning appeared within the system:‘Rescue Doctor Tirta from capture by the Zhao Family…’“Zhao…”He whispered the name slowly. The air in the room seemed to drop several degrees.'The Zhao Family.'That name was like a thorn lodged in his throat.Old memories filled with blood and betrayal surged into his mind. Fang Zhe’s gaze darkened.“What a coincidence…”He grab

Irma continued staring at Fang Zhe without blinking.Her gaze was sharp, as if trying to pierce straight into his mind.“Fang Zhe…” she said softly.“Medical skills like that… did you really ‘just learn them a few times’?”She crossed her arms over her chest.“And where did you learn them?”The room fell silent again.Fang Zhe did not answer immediately. He only glanced briefly at the teenage girl, who had now regained consciousness and was being held by her older sister.Then he let out a light sigh.“I once stayed for a while with an old man.”Irma raised an eyebrow.“A doctor?”Fang Zhe shook his head slightly.“No.”He took a few steps toward the living room window and looked out at the yard illuminated by dim lights.“He was just a strange old man living in the mountains.”His tone sounded casual, yet convincing.“He didn’t like to talk much… but every day he forced me to read books.”Irma tilted her head slightly.“Medical books?”Fang Zhe nodded slowly.“Old texts. A lot about

Mornings at the Medicine Pavilion usually began with the calming aroma of boiling herbs and the soft grinding of wooden mortars. But for Fang Zhe, this morning felt like walking on a thin tightrope. Erina’s last remark about the punishment of “sleeping in the courtyard” still echoed in his ears, sending a chill sharper than the morning dew.Fang Zhe had just started arranging several boxes of ginseng roots on the front shelf when an elegant white SUV stopped right at the Pavilion’s gate. The door opened, and a woman in a neat cream blouse with thin-framed glasses stepped out gracefully.It was Doctor Irma.The two Pavilion employees who had laughed at Fang Zhe the night before froze instantly. Their eyes widened.“Isn’t that… the doctor he mentioned?” one of them whispered.Irma walked into the lobby with a bright smile, a stark contrast to the usually rigid atmosphere of the Pavilion. The moment her eyes landed on Fang Zhe, a clear sparkle of excitement appeared on her face.“Mr. Fan

The Phantom sneered, blood still dripping from the corner of his lips. But instead of retreating, the aura around him began to change—growing darker… and far more savage.As if something that had long been bound… had now been released.“I’m not defeated yet…” his voice turned hoarse and deep, like it came from the throat of a wild beast. “I’ve only just… started getting serious.”The wind around them suddenly began to swirl. Dry leaves lifted into the air, spinning wildly like a small vortex.Fang Zhe narrowed his eyes.*‘Hah… something this mystical really exists?’**DIIIIING!Suddenly, the system chimed in his mind.Enemy detected: The Phantom.Type: Low-level cultivator.Currently forcefully increasing power… forbidden technique!Seeing this from the system, Fang Zhe nodded a few times.*On the other side, Erina immediately stepped back, her instincts screaming danger.“Fang Zhe… you have to be careful.”Irma didn’t even dare to speak. Her hands trembled, yet her eyes couldn’t lo

Realizing that if he remained silent, the situation would only become more complicated, Fang Zhe finally spoke.“Enough.”Just one word. Not loud—but deep. As if an invisible pressure instantly pressed down on the atmosphere around them.Erina and Irma both fell silent at once.Fang Zhe stepped forward, placing himself firmly between them.“If you want to bring each other down,” he continued flatly, “you’re in the wrong place.”He turned slightly toward Erina.“This is your pavilion.”Then toward Irma.“And you came as a guest.”Both of them remained silent, prompting Fang Zhe to continue, his voice lowering slightly.“If a guest is not respected… it tarnishes the owner’s name.”Erina frowned slightly.But before she could respond, Fang Zhe continued.“But if a guest doesn’t know their place…” he said, glancing at Irma, “that’s not proper either.”Irma smiled faintly… but did not argue. The atmosphere fell into silence.A few seconds later, Fang Zhe slipped his hand into his pocket, h