Chapter 42: A Chance Encounter at Xinglin Hall

Meanwhile!

Yang Xun didn’t go back to making deliveries.

He had secured a job with a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan, and the 30,000 yuan advance was already in his pocket.

The most important thing for him now was to gather the medicinal herbs needed to refine the Celestial Spirit Pill as quickly as possible.

The words Yang Cai had spoken last night still cut at his heart like a dull knife, slice by slice.

"I’m not afraid of dying. What I’m afraid of is... if I die, what will my brother do?"

Every time he remembered those words, Yang Xun’s eyes couldn’t help but sting.

He couldn’t delay any longer!

He had to refine the Celestial Spirit Pill as soon as possible and completely cure his little sister’s cancer!

According to the records in the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture, refining the Celestial Spirit Pill required over a hundred medicinal herbs. Most of them were common traditional Chinese medicines available at any ordinary pharmacy, but some were extremely rare, likely only stocked by large medical halls.

Therefore, Yang Xun chose the largest medical hall in Zhonghai City—Xinglin Hall!

Xinglin Hall was located in the heart of Zhonghai City’s old district, a time-honored traditional Chinese medical hall with a century-long history.

It was a three-story, antique-style building with upturned eaves, and a gilded plaque hung above its vermilion-red main doors.

"Xinglin Hall"!

The two words were written in a powerful and vigorous script, said to have been personally inscribed by a famous physician from the Qing Dynasty.

In Zhonghai City, Xinglin Hall’s fame was known to everyone.

Not only did it have a comprehensive selection of medicinal herbs, but its resident senior traditional Chinese physicians were all leaders in their field. Many dignitaries and wealthy individuals were frequent patrons.

Yang Xun rode his small electric scooter to the entrance of Xinglin Hall. After parking it, he was just about to step inside.

However, the moment he lifted his foot, he froze in place as if hit by a Body Fixing Technique.

The vermilion-red doors of Xinglin Hall were slowly pushed open, and a figure walked out from within.

It was Xu Yue!

At this moment, Xu Yue was wearing an impeccably tailored black pantsuit.

The top was a slim-fit black blazer, its fabric shimmering with a faint silken luster. The sharp, straight shoulder lines accentuated her already perfect figure, making her seem even taller.

Underneath, she wore an ivory-white silk blouse with the collar slightly open, revealing a swan-like, long, and fair neck.

Her collarbones, like exquisitely carved jade, gleamed with a gentle luster in the sunlight.

She wore matching high-waisted suit trousers that fell straight down, encasing her impossibly long, beautiful legs.

Her long, satin-black hair was neatly tied into a low ponytail, with a few loose strands falling by her ears, gently swaying in the breeze.

Her breathtakingly exquisite features were expressionless. Her phoenix eyes were as cold as frost, and her lips were coated with a very light, dusty-rose lipstick—not too heavy, not too light, just right.

Sunlight cascaded from behind her, bathing her in a faint golden halo.

In that moment, she looked like a figure who had stepped right out of a painting.

GULP!

Yang Xun swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently.

He had seen many beautiful women.

His sister-in-law, Meng Qiaofei, was gentle and charming.

His younger sister-in-law, Xu Qian, was pure and enchanting.

Sister Mi Ting was as gentle as the girl next door.

But Xu Yue, standing in the sunlight, was a being whose beauty surpassed that of all other women.

Hers was not the kind of beauty that inspired profane thoughts, but the kind that made one feel unworthy, that could only be admired from a distance.

Like the bright moon in the sky, like an ice lotus on a snowy peak, like a celestial fairy from the highest heavens.

’How can a human be so perfect?’

Yang Xun marveled from the bottom of his heart.

This woman was his wife in name only, yet she had never truly belonged to him.

"Xu Yue?"

Yang Xun snapped back to his senses and called out to her.

Xu Yue was looking down at her phone. She started slightly upon hearing his voice and looked up.

The moment she saw Yang Xun, an extremely subtle flicker of emotion crossed her phoenix eyes, but it vanished in an instant, too fast for an ordinary person to catch.

"What are you doing here?"

Xu Yue’s voice was cold, her tone as indifferent as ever.

Yang Xun looked at Xu Yue, and his mind suddenly went back to what happened last night.

The scene he had witnessed through the crack in the door, and the moment Xu Yue had lied for him, flashed through his mind frame by frame like a slideshow.

He suppressed his distracting thoughts and took two steps forward, but not too close, maintaining a proper distance. "Are you not feeling well? Are you here to see a doctor?" he asked with concern.

Xu Yue nodded lightly. Her gaze lingered on Yang Xun’s face for less than a second before she naturally looked away.

"Mhm, I’ve had some insomnia lately. I came to get some traditional medicine to regulate my system."

Her answer was very brief, without a single wasted word.

However, Yang Xun noticed that as she said the word "insomnia," her eyes darted away for a split second.

’Insomnia?’

’Is it just insomnia?’

Yang Xun’s expression instantly turned serious. Last night, after infusing his eyes with True Qi, he had vaguely sensed the presence of a seal within Xu Yue’s body.

Her Primordial Yin Qi was firmly sealed, unable to escape.

Such a condition could not be explained away by simple insomnia.

Xu Yue was, one hundred percent, lying!