150 The King of Medicine Reappears (1)


    The sun was scorching.


    A young man riding a donkey was slowly wandering on the road.


    “A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Fire cloud grass has finally reappeared!”


    In recent years, Jiang Ming had been paying attention to the news on Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest with the aid of the Nameless.


    !!


    However, he acted like an ordinary martial artist and bought information from them and did not reveal himself to be Anonymous.


    Miss Wang had probably passed away after all these years. He did not particrly want to get to know the new leaders.


    “I’m afraid that my old friends from back then have all died by now,” Jiang Ming muttered to himself.


    Jiang Ming sighed before his expression went back to being neutral.


    Time was cruel. He could hardly even remember what his old friends looked like.


    Now that the fire cloud grass had reappeared, it was time for him to make a move.


    For the past few decades, the growth of his cultivation had almost stagnated, and he was still stuck at the fifth level of the Qi Refinement Realm. However, he had cultivated the few spells that came with the Five Elemental Arts to perfection.


    He lived in seclusion in the mountains and nted many medicinal herbs. Every day, he would use the Misty Rain Technique from the Five Elemental Arts to create a rain of spiritual energy to water them. Although the spiritual energy was thin, it was more than enough for these ordinary medicinal herbs.


    He focused on practicing the Fire Control Technique because he found that its proficiency was also of great help in casting the Fireball Spell, making the ball of fire more condensed and more powerful.


    Over time, he had mastered these two spells.


    Jiang Ming looked at the city in front of him, which already belonged to the Cloud Empire.


    “Now that the storm of the King of Medicine is approaching, we may encounter cultivators in the Cloud Empire. It’s safer to cast a few moreyers of the Spirit Restriction Seal.”


    As he spoke, he quietly cast the spell on himself,pletely sealing his spiritual energy. ording to Dr. Sun, with this method, not even powerful immortal cultivators would be able to sense his spiritual energy.


    Not to mention, in this world, no immortal cultivator would dare to use such techniques recklessly…


    “It’s always good to be safe!” Jiang Ming muttered to himself.


    Over the years, he had be more and more proficient with the first level of the Spirit Restriction Seal. Unfortunately, he still had not mastered thest five levels. Perhaps he would be able to improve further in the world of immortal cultivation.


    However, although his improvement was not that great, Jiang Ming also had a deeper understanding of the Spirit Restriction Seal.


    Jiang Ming sighed, and the donkey continued to move forward slowly. He took a break at a tea stall and listened to the local gossip.


    “One mug of beer, please!” a pretty young girl with a sword slung over her shoulder sat down and shouted in high spirits.


    Beside her, an old man with white hair frowned, but he did not dare to stop her. He could only sigh helplessly.


    Jiang Ming nced at the girl and continued to drink.


    The way the blood Qi in the young woman’s body circted was familiar to Jiang Ming. However, he did not n on searching for anything. There were too many people who cultivated simr techniques.


    A few minutester, Jiang Ming set off on his donkey.


    The young girl watched him with great interest. “Uncle Tong, there’s someone who still rides a donkey in this day and age. How interesting.”


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    Jiang Ming rode into Peace County. It had changed a lot and looked more modern.


    Jiang Ming did not know any of the people in the city.


    Jiang Ming did not feel too sad. He had always felt like an outsider observing everything from a distance.


    “One mug of wine!” Suddenly, a loud, rough voice came from a street stall.


    Jiang Ming turned his head and saw a run-down wine stall at the back of the alley. There were a few old farmers and herb gatherers in shabby clothes and other poor men sitting there, drinking wine from chipped mugs.


    At the side of the stall, a nimble young man was deftly selling wine to the customers.


    Jiang Ming looked at the young man who was beaming with joy. For a moment, he was in a trance. It was as if he was seeing the high-spirited Ah Fei again.


    It felt like just yesterday that he and Ah Fei were fishing in the river.


    Jiang Ming slowed down and approached the wine stall.