The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Qing Shui might be being immoral, but he didn’t have a choice. He was very afraid that Shi Qingzhuang wouldn’t be able to withstand Yali and would end up hurt. Besides, he wasn’t sure if he really had feelings for him.

There was one way, but unfortunately, Qing Shui currently couldn’t pull it off.

For example, if an Innate Cultivator liked Shi Qingzhuang, then he could openly compete with Situ Bufan for her. As long as Shi Qingzhuang chose that Innate Realm Cultivator, then Situ Bufan could only back off. The premise was that the two of them could only be unmarked pieces on the board. If he was already someone else’s piece, then this girl’s name would be tainted!

"If I can reach the Innate Realm, Shi Qingzhuang will definitely choose me. We’ll definitely be happy together." Qing Shui walked along smiling as he thought.

"Oh!" Qing Shui felt like he had bumped into something. He suddenly heard someone cry out in pain, and snapped out of his fantasy.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The person who’d been knocked to the ground was actually someone Qing Shui had seen before. It was Ding Bao.

That delicate little androgynous beauty! Qing Shui smiled as he reached out a hand to help Ding Bao, who was sitting on the ground, up.

"You—you were grinning like an idiot to yourself from far away. I made sure you could see the road, so I was standing fully upright. I thought you really wouldn’t run into me!" Ding Bao scrunched up his tender little face, one hand rubbing his butt, the other bracing himself on the ground where he’d gotten hurt.

His adorable yet saucy actions made Qing Shui once again take in his full, refined Divine Body. He had no choice but to admit that he was a pretty little androgynous beauty with assets.

"I thought I was the careless one, but it turns out it was you, you little brat, who deliberately let yourself get hit!" Qing Shui joked, reaching out to rub Ding Bao’s head. As soon as his hand was out, he realized this wasn’t appropriate and awkwardly pulled it back. Counting both his past and present lives, Qing Shui’s age was about thirty, since he had no memories of his previous experiences for four years. So Qing Shui’s mental age was roughly the same as Yuhe’s. Even though Qing Shui liked mature women, that was probably because of his mental age.

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Pfft, you’re not even older than me, and you’re calling me a little brat? Qing Shi said your age and his are the same. But you actually look like you’re already over twenty." Ding Bao said while laughing tipsily.

"Alright, that’s enough. Why are you here? Don’t tell me you’re waiting just for me?" Qing Shui teased.

"In your dreams! Who’d wait for you? I was just curious. Everyone was staring off into space like they’d just heard some world‑shaking news. I wanted to see if this Jie Jie could help you out. After all, we at least know each other, right?" Ding Bao blinked his crystal‑clear eyes. His little eyes looked especially big and bright!

Qing Shui knew he couldn’t win against the word games kids his age loved to play. Smiling, he shook his head. "I’ve still got stuff to do. I’m not chatting with this little brat anymore. Next time!"

Seeing Qing Shui ignore him, he pouted drunkenly and stomped his feet a few times. He was the proud little Alchemist of the Ding Family, pampered and spoiled his whole life. He looked very cute. People his age either liked him or watched him eagerly. But they never lived up to his expectations, since they were just second‑rate. He had never imagined that this young man might be the first to brush him off.

"Stupid Qing Shui. Idiot. Just wait and see how I’ll make you pay this back in the future..."

Qing Shui had no idea someone was cursing him behind his back. He didn’t want to interact with the pampered child of such a renowned family. Ding Bao had just told him he wasn’t even older than him, so Qing Shui knew he wasn’t suitable for interacting too much with someone like that.

Qing Shui didn’t like spoiled brats. Besides, he didn’t even like lolis. But Qing Shui didn’t know that he’d already been remembered by this high‑quality loli.

Qing Shui somehow managed to make it into the Firecloud smithy in time. His Alchemy Cauldron had been completely destroyed, so he decided to buy another large cauldron that would be convenient for him.

He walked into the building. Qing Shui noticed that there weren’t many people inside, but that androgynous beauty was there. In an instant, Qing Shui felt a little happy.

As if through telepathy, the moment Qing Shui’s gaze fell on that androgynous beauty, he suddenly looked up and saw Qing Shui. His pure white smile calmed Qing Shui’s heart.

"What a coincidence. We meet again!" The boy’s charming voice drifted over to him. Qing Shui’s heart tingled slightly; it felt pleasant. He sighed inwardly at this youth’s pampered quality.

"Haha, this isn’t a coincidence. You just weren’t here last time I came to the shop!" Qing Shui said with a smile.

"Really?" The youth walked over to Qing Shui today, smiling. His beautiful eyes were lively, glinting slightly as he looked at Qing Shui!

He was a quiet youth. His posture was graceful, and his expression made Qing Shui a little dazzled. He was a pure yet frivolous and mysterious youth. He was a quiet youth. His elegant figure and expression made Qing Shui a bit dazzled. He was a pure yet frivolous and mysterious youth.

Though he hadn’t been in Baili City long, Qing Shui had met many girls. The only one better than this androgynous beauty would be Wenren Wushuang. Compared to Shi Qingzhuang and Yuhe, the three of them were like plum, Orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum—each beautiful in their own way.

"I want a big cauldron!"

"You, come over here." The youth shot Qing Shui a strange glance. He quickly looked him over, felt surprised, then gave a courteous smile and turned to head toward the warehouse on the north side.

Qing Shui was surprised because the room he was taking him to wasn’t the same one the plain‑looking middle‑aged uncle had taken him to before. However, Qing Shui didn’t say anything, and instead took the chance to boldly admire this Alchemist’s refined, elegant figure.

This time, they didn’t enter any of the rooms on the north side. Instead, they walked down a corridor from the north side and left the main hall, entering the inner courtyard. The courtyard wasn’t wide; it wasn’t even as big as the hall, and there were rooms everywhere. The youth led Qing Shui over and opened the door of a shabby wing room on the west side.

Once inside, Qing Shui saw that it was an abandoned storeroom with a faint musty smell. There were spiderwebs everywhere, and all sorts of discarded odds and ends were scattered across the floor. The warehouse was extremely dilapidated, everything covered in a thick layer of dust.

Qing Shui frowned. Why did he bring me here? Is he planning to have an affair with me? But this place is way too rundown! Qing Shui started thinking dirty thoughts, but they were only thoughts.

Qing Shui rubbed his nose and watched as the youth used an iron sword to clear away the spiderwebs. His swaying Divine Body was still beautiful. He was so graceful that even doing something as simple as getting rid of spiderwebs looked completely natural on him.

The youth nimbly swept aside the spiderwebs without getting a speck of dust on himself, then walked over to a pile of junk and dug out a black... mixed cauldron!

Then he walked out and handed it to Qing Shui. "Although this mixed cauldron doesn’t look like much, it’s much larger than the ones we sell outside."

It’s been sitting here collecting dust for a long time. I feel like there’s a bond of fate between us, so I’ll give it to you as a gift. I hope you can become an Alchemist soon!

Qing Shui picked up the pitch‑black, inconspicuous mixed cauldron. The moment he touched it, he felt a warm sensation. "Hm? Could this be made of golden firestone iron?"

Though Qing Shui couldn’t be certain, he was pretty close. Qing Shui had seen records of golden firestone in the Treasure Trove. In ancient times, things used to make fire were called Fire Stone. There were different kinds, like golden firestone and wooden firestone.

Golden firestone was used to draw fire from Taiyang, and the iron of golden firestone was extremely precious. It was not only rare, but also very versatile. One of the best ways to demonstrate its greatest effect was to use golden firestone iron to make a mixed cauldron. It could double the success rate of the refining process, and it wouldn’t explode. Golden firestone iron pots ranked first among mixed cauldrons on all the continents, which showed their value.

"Do you know what material this mixed cauldron is made of?" Qing Shui looked at the youth, deciding that his actions were definitely deliberate, so he didn’t want to act confused. After all, he could easily sell another cauldron like the one that middle‑aged man had sold him last time.

"Looks like you’ve got good taste. The best swords are reserved for heroes. This is the golden firestone iron pot that Alchemists dream of." The youth’s beautiful eyes shimmered with a charming light.

"I don’t want it. It’s too precious.

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