I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1887 - 1886: Uninvited Guest

"Brother Xiaohao, come in quickly for dinner!" Zhang Ting’er greeted Zhang Xiaohao with a smile, pulling out a chair for him to sit.

"You sit too." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile, pulling out a chair for her as well.

"Okay." Zhang Ting’er nodded, blushing.

"Xiaohao, don’t just stand there. Eat quickly! If you wait too long, the food will get cold." Xiao Hu’s mother called out.

"Everyone eat together." Zhang Xiaohao nodded with a smile.

Picking up his chopsticks, he began to eat.

"By the way, Xiaohao, why did you decide to sell the paintings?" Xiao Hu’s mother asked curiously.

"It’s something I had on my mind. Besides, the paintings are just sitting at home, unused, so I might as well sell them to help with household expenses." replied Zhang Xiaohao.

"Hmm!" Xiao Hu’s mother nodded.

The table full of dishes was devoured amidst laughter and chatter.

Zhang Xiaohao had just put down his chopsticks when he took out a bamboo stem and handed it to Xiao Hu’s father.

At that moment, a sound like tigers and dragons resonated outside.

"Let me breakthrough!" With the sound emerging, the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy shook, rushing out wildly.

A massive aura emanated from outside but could not enter the room.

"Not bad, at least it wasn’t a waste of my twelve top-grade spirit stones." Zhang Xiaohao nodded contently.

"Hey Xiaohao, should I send him some food?" Xiao Hu’s mother suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Later, let Xiao Hu take some over." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

Xiao Hu felt like saying, why is it always me doing the hard work? Is it just because I’m small, that I have no rights?

After a while, the massive aura outside gradually dissipated.

The Green Robed Elder stood up from the ground, solemnly knelt down, and kowtowed three times towards Zhang Xiaohao’s direction, "Old Wu Yaming, thank you Lord for your assistance! I will never forget this kindness!"

After that, he stood up from the ground, grabbed Zhang Xiaohao’s left sound transmission talisman, and after a while, the Green Robed Elder looked at the three-meter diameter circle beneath him, nodded seriously, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"It’s getting late, we should go and rest." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Okay." Xiao Hu’s mother and Xiao Hu’s father both nodded.

Zhang Xiaohao and Zhang Ting’er stood up from their chairs and moved from the courtyard to their little garden.

The door in the little garden was opened a year ago.

After Zhang Xiaohao left, Xiao Hu’s mother prepared some food to be sent to the Green Robed Elder outside by Xiao Hu.

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Returning to his room, Zhang Xiaohao waved his hand, activating a formation that enveloped the entire room.

"Brother Xiaohao, are you going to leave?" Zhang Ting’er suddenly asked, twisting her hands.

"What’s wrong?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a smile, pulling the girl into his arms.

"I don’t know, just during dinner tonight my heart suddenly raced, it felt like something precious was going to leave me forever." Zhang Ting’er explained, blinking her beautiful eyes.

"Yes! Soonest three months, latest six months." Zhang Xiaohao pondered for a moment, nodded and said.

"Brother Xiaohao, will you come back?" Zhang Ting’er asked hopefully.

"Ah! Silly girl, do you think I’m the type to forget kindness?" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

"No, it’s just that I’m scared! During this time I’ve realized, Brother Xiaohao you’re not an ordinary person, you’re a high-level cultivator, but we’re ordinary people with limited life spans. I’m afraid I’ll grow old, I’m afraid we won’t wait for the day you return." Zhang Ting’er said worriedly.

"Have you forgotten the three elixirs I give you every morning?" Zhang Xiaohao smiled and asked.

"Brother Xiaohao, you mean those three elixirs aren’t ordinary?" Zhang Ting’er showed a fiery expression.

"Silly! How could they be ordinary elixirs? They are precious items worth thousands of gold, unavailable even for money! Over this past year, with the help of these elixirs, you’ve all reached the Foundation Establishment Peak. With a little more practice, you’ll enter the Golden Core Realm. As for forming infants and Divinity Transformation, it’s totally possible because I’ve built a solid foundation for you." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Brother Xiaohao, isn’t it said that to become a cultivator, one needs spirit roots? Do all of us have spirit roots?" Zhang Ting’er asked, puzzled.

"Yes! Your spirit roots, I’ve checked before; they are dual spirit roots, which are decent!" Zhang Xiaohao explained.

"Hmm! Then I’m relieved. I’ll wait here for you to return." Zhang Ting’er said seriously, her face even redder with embarrassment.

"Hmm! Time is short, let’s rest!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Okay!" Zhang Ting’er’s face turned even more pink as she attended to Zhang Xiaohao entering the dreamland.

In the early morning, a dozen powerful auras descended from the sky and stopped outside Zhang Xiaohao’s little garden, surrounding the Green Robed Elder outside.

Feeling the powerful auras around him, the Green Robed Elder opened his eyes, calmly looking at the dozen loose cultivator powerhouses standing opposite him.

"So you’ve come!" Wu Yaming said calmly.

Speaking, without any intention to stand from the ground, he continued sitting lightly.

"Humph! After chasing you for ten years, we’ve finally found you! Tonight I’ll see where you, a remnant of the Wu Ya tribe, can run!" The leader of the group wearing a black robe said coldly.

"Run? When I destroyed your Jingfeng Tribe, I never thought of running away! What of life? What of death? Now that I’ve avenged myself, what’s left to cherish in this world?" Wu Yaming said calmly.

"Want to die? You’ve thought too much, Wu Yaming! Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to take good care of you, we won’t let you die so quickly!" The black-robed elder said, filled with murderous intent.

"No disrespect meant, but even if Old Man sits here without moving, you can’t kill me!" Wu Yaming said disdainfully.

"Sharp-tongued! Still arrogant at the brink of death, let’s see how a junior at the Golden Core Middle Stage can brag in front of us! Come on, you two, go and take him down! Remember, don’t play to death, it’s no fun if he dies!" the black-robed elder instructed coldly.

As his words fell, two men at the Golden Core Middle Stage walked coldly towards Wu Yaming.

"Fools!" Wu Yaming said disdainfully.

"Humph! Old thing, you’re still arrogant at the brink of death! Go to hell!" The two Golden Core Middle Stage men shouted in anger, clapping one hand, controlling their lifebound magical treasure, and slashed towards Wu Yaming.