The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 740 - 431: A Very Important Person

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Yan Xiaobao nodded and stood up. As he was about to leave, he turned around and pulled Sha Yun into a warm embrace. Holding her for a moment, he felt how the Snake Woman’s body had initially stiffened completely but gradually relaxed. "Remember, your home is by my side. You truly are my important friend, so take care of yourself," he murmured into her ear before releasing her. With a wave of his hand, he left the room, leaving behind a stunned Sha Yun.

The lingering sensation of hugging the Snake Woman remained with Yan Xiaobao as he stepped out of the room. The softness of her body made him smile faintly. Ever since he figured out what Sha Yun spent her time on, he had been in good spirits, especially after realizing that she didn’t dislike him. On impulse, he had hugged her—a gesture that even shocked himself—but he felt it was necessary. After all, to him, she was a very important person.

Surveying his surroundings, he sighed softly and muttered, "One woman down, one more to go." Then, he slowly made his way toward Wang Julong’s room. Sha Yun wasn’t the only woman seemingly trying to avoid Yan Xiaobao; ever since he had returned home, Wang Julong had been doing the same, and for this white-haired young man, the situation had become intolerable. He needed to know what she felt so he could move forward.

After knocking on Wang Julong’s door and waiting for half an hour without receiving an answer, Yan Xiaobao concluded that Wang Julong had left the mansion and gone to the medical expert’s facility for training.

Considering his next steps, Yan Xiaobao realized that apart from Sha Yun and Xu Biao, no one else was in the mansion. He had already spoken to both of them. Stroking his chin, he began to wonder whether he should head to the Black Lion Society or visit the Ma Family to inform them about Cou Ling’s decision. Both places were likely to hold information about the events of the past few days.

"I suppose the Black Lion Society will have more information than Ma Kong. Since that’s what I need, I’d better contact Gao Yan," he muttered to himself as he left the mansion. The guards appeared bewildered as they watched him leave. He had just returned, and now he was leaving again within mere hours. Would he disappear once more? Sharing a glance, the two guards found an unspoken question in each other’s eyes, but all they could do was shake their heads. They knew they had no authority to question their employer’s plans.

Yan Xiaobao had stayed in Muchuan City long enough to thoroughly know his way around, but even with his familiarity, he faced difficulty reaching the Black Lion Society quickly. There were simply too many people crowding the streets.

Muchuan City, the capital of the Kingdom, was tightly packed with houses in the poorer districts. During the daytime, these families engaged in selling goods at the market; some ran food stalls, begged, or even resorted to theft to survive. Gazing at the crowd before him, Yan Xiaobao let out a deep sigh as he tried to find a way to weave through them.

Suddenly, just as he was preparing to squeeze past a few stout experts, he felt a small hand brush against his clothing. Reacting instinctively, Yan Xiaobao grabbed the hand, which was now clutching several of Yan Xiaobao’s Memory Stones.

The thief’s face turned increasingly pale upon being caught, yet he didn’t panic or try to escape. It was as if he understood that resistance would be futile.

Yan Xiaobao pulled the boy into a secluded alley and finally turned to look at the thief. Observing the youth before him, he quickly realized that the boy couldn’t be older than ten. His face still bore traces of innocence, yet his eyes held a mix of stubbornness and defiance—no fear was apparent.

Yan Xiaobao smiled at the boy, spending a moment studying him. The more he looked, the more moved he felt. "Child, why don’t you take up Martial Arts instead of stealing? That way, you can earn a free meal every day while training to grow stronger. Strength is essential, especially if you want to be a thief. Anyone can catch you as easily as I did just now," he said with a furrowed brow. But the boy merely scowled at Yan Xiaobao, as if he were a fool. "I might get a meal, but what about my sister?" he retorted. "I’m ten years old, so I can enroll in a school, but she’s only seven. If I don’t provide for her, she’ll die within a month," he said, his stubborn gaze sharpening. Looking at the boy, Yan Xiaobao felt a deep sense of respect.

"Let me take a closer look at him. I believe he might have exceptional cultivation potential. If trained properly, becoming a Saint shouldn’t be a difficult goal for him. In fact, if we don’t account for those strange phenomena in your lower Dantian, I’d say his talent surpasses yours."

Yan Xiaobao was astonished to hear this, but he had come here to establish a faction. To do so, he needed powerful individuals. Right now, what he required were allies, and this young boy could potentially be of great help in the future.

A surge of energy suddenly flowed out of Yan Xiaobao’s body, and the boy stared at him in complete shock. At last, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. If he died, his sister would undoubtedly die too—a reality he couldn’t afford to face.

"Calm down, child; I won’t kill you," the cultivator before him said in a voice entirely different from what the boy had heard earlier. It sounded arrogant and vastly authoritative. Yet upon hearing that he wouldn’t be harmed, the boy’s heart, which had been hammering against his chest, slowly began to settle, though he remained wary and highly alert.