I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1880 - 1879: Xiao Hu (31st Update!)

That day, the Great Power of the Unification Realm from the Jialan Holy City ordered that they spare no cost to track down the murderer. Those who dared to harm the Jialan Clan’s members would only face death!

The army from Jialan Holy City immediately used the Transmission Array to transport to Jingfeng City to investigate the cause of the Jingfeng City Lord’s death. Meanwhile, Jialan Holy City also went into complete lockdown, thoroughly investigating unfamiliar cultivators. At the first sign of anything amiss, they would dispatch experts to capture the suspect. Whether the suspect confessed or not, they would perform a Soul Searching Technique first.

No matter how the outside world changed, it couldn’t affect Zhang Xiaohao here.

Every day, aside from eating three meals, Zhang Xiaohao spent all his time reading. While he had finished reading ordinary books, he was now delving into books about cultivators.

Unlike ordinary books, books about cultivators contained exotic knowledge and experiences that were far more profound. Some accounts were so vivid they seemed like firsthand experiences, including secret techniques from various clans, which Zhang Xiaohao read repeatedly.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

Zhang Xiaohao had stayed in this small courtyard for an entire month. During this time, he hadn’t practiced cultivation or used any divine skills, as if he were a mere mortal.

Apart from eating, drinking, and sleeping, he spent all his time reading.

Even though Zhang Xiaohao hadn’t practiced cultivation once this month, his full dedication brought significant rewards. At the very least, the raging Evil Qi in him had mellowed over this period, and his mindset unknowingly gained a layer of indescribable charm.

Furthermore, after reading over ten thousand books, he exuded an aura of scholarly fragrance, making him appear as if he were a down-and-out scholar.

"Brother Xiaohao, these are yam cakes my mom just made. Try one and tell me how they taste." At this moment, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, wearing a gray coarse cloth shirt and cloth shoes, ran in from outside.

"Oh, Xiao Hu is here! Are you here to read again?" Zhang Xiaohao teased with a smile.

Xiao Hu was tailor Zhang’s child from next door. Half a month ago, out of curiosity, the child noticed new neighbors moved in and boldly entered. Upon seeing the books Zhang Xiaohao placed on the ground and after getting permission from Zhang Xiaohao, he picked one up and started reading.

The books documented various miraculous phenomena of the Spirit Realm, similar to a middle schooler discovering martial arts novels, making him completely enthralled.

Since that day, Xiao Hu came running over daily. Initially, tailor Zhang and his wife were a bit uneasy, but after visiting and having a brief chat with Zhang Xiaohao, they observed his gentle demeanor and scholarly manners, convinced he was knowledgeable. Seeing the pile of books beneath Zhang Xiaohao’s feet further affirmed their impression.

They tacitly approved of Xiao Hu’s visits; otherwise, they’d fret and worry daily about Xiao Hu’s antics.

The mischievous child refused to attend private school, and now that he willingly read and had a free teacher in Zhang Xiaohao, the couple was delighted.

However, tailor Zhang and his wife were honest folks. They felt indebted when Xiao Hu spent the whole day at others’ houses reading. Occasionally, they invited Zhang Xiaohao over for a meal or sent Xiao Hu with some treats for him.

Of course, whenever Zhang Xiaohao went to visit, he wasn’t empty-handed, bringing some barbecue and a couple of bottles of Wuliangye with him.

After half a month of interaction, both sides were now familiar with each other.

"What book do you want to read this time?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile, patting Xiao Hu’s head.

He accepted the two yam cakes Xiao Hu handed him, eating one while holding a book.

It must be said that Xiao Hu’s mother’s cooking was excellent; the food was very flavorful.

"Brother Xiaohao, can I read those books about flying and cutting down enemies’ heads from miles away?" Xiao Hu asked eagerly.

"Eat this first!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled and tossed over a Nourishing God Pill.

The Nourishing God Pill, crafted by Zhang Xiaohao, was specifically for enhancing Divine Thought, and it was highly beneficial even for those in the Divinity Transformation Realm.

"Thank you, Brother Xiaohao, for the sweet treat," Xiao Hu exclaimed happily.

Besides coming here, his favorite thing was eating these black candies, which, once consumed, made his body feel warm and his mind exceptionally clear.

"The books are over there. Feel free to choose what you want to read." Zhang Xiaohao said without turning his head.

He continued lying on the lounge chair, reading and eating the yam cake.

As for the changes in the outside world, nothing escaped his Divine Thought, yet Zhang Xiaohao remained indifferent, absorbed in his reading.

"Thank you, Brother Xiaohao," Xiao Hu exclaimed excitedly.

He immediately moved a small bench over to Zhang Xiaohao’s side and picked up a book from the Green Dark Sword Sect to read.

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, the day was over.

Outside, it was already dark, with only lanterns hung at the doors of wealthy families providing light, while the doors of other households remained shrouded in darkness.

"Little one, it’s already dark; aren’t you going home?" Zhang Xiaohao put down his book, smiling as he spoke.

"Oh no! Is it dark already? My mom tasked me to invite you over for dinner tonight! They’re probably already waiting impatiently," Xiao Hu said with regret.

"Haha." Zhang Xiaohao chuckled playfully.

"Brother Xiaohao, can you say something good for me later?" Xiao Hu pleaded.

"What, are you hoping I take the blame?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.

He tossed the book onto the table, lit a Panda cigarette, and, with hands clasped behind his back, walked outside.

"Wait for me, Brother Xiaohao! If you promise to put in a good word, I’ll, I’ll..."

"You’ll what?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a playful shrug.

"I’ll let you marry my sister!" Xiao Hu declared.

Pfft!

Zhang Xiaohao spat out his Panda cigarette.

"What did you say? You want to marry off your sister to me? Do you have a sister?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes.

"I do! But my sister is amazing; she’s played the piano beautifully since childhood and is currently working as a Piano Master for others," Xiao Hu boasted proudly.