Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Grew Up in a Hurry

The Cyan Yuan Sect was recruiting Servant Disciples at an unusual time, yet countless people still vied for a spot. This was due not only to the Sect’s reputation but also to the recent severe drought. Staying within the Cyan Yuan Sect guaranteed survival, at the very least.

For most commoners, this was also an opportunity to rise.

When the Cyan Yuan Sect recruited Servant Disciples in Taiyu City, many people eagerly signed up. Those who managed to stand out from the crowd were, at the very least, exceptional in some way.

For instance, abilities like great strength, having worked as a blacksmith, or having experience in a pharmacy would help them get the hang of a servant’s duties more easily.

Furthermore, the Servant Disciples in Taiyu City had to face dangerous missions, such as gathering herbs near the territories of the Three Major Sects, going on patrols, and conducting scouting missions.

Since the missions were dangerous, the rewards were naturally quite good. For example, the Servant Disciples in Taiyu City could receive a serving of Qi Nourishing Soup every two weeks—a reward those back at the Sect’s mountain headquarters could almost never obtain.

Through this, these Servant Disciples also had a chance to comprehend the Wild Ox Force and become Official Disciples of the Cyan Yuan Sect, which was an opportunity to change their destiny.

Under normal circumstances, they would never get such an opportunity.

At this moment, Yang Chan was leading Sun Qi Wu and a few other Pharmacist’s Assistants in brewing Qi Nourishing Soup in the spacious herb-drying yard. They were brewing many pots—a huge quantity, at least a thousand bowls’ worth—all intended as rewards for the Servant Disciples.

This was an event many Servant Disciples looked forward to, so all of them would certainly come to claim their share.

Yang Chan watched the heat of the fires from the side. Whenever the flames grew too high or too low, he would offer a few words of reminder, prompting Sun Qi Wu and the other Pharmacist’s Assistants to control the temperature.

As Yang Chan and his group continued the brewing process, Servant Disciples began to arrive one after another at the herb-drying yard. They waited in an orderly line, their gazes fixed on the fragrant medicinal aroma wafting toward them.

These people naturally knew the benefits of the Qi Nourishing Soup. One prepared by a Pharmacist was especially effective—far better than anything they could pay to have concocted themselves.

Thus, they all stared with eager anticipation.

Once the Qi Nourishing Soup was ready, Yang Chan had Sun Qi Wu begin the roll call. He himself sat to the side, reading a copy of the *Medicine Scripture* he had brought, feigning an air of complete indifference.

“Li Erniu of Xihong Village!”

Sun Qi Wu began the roll call, reading from a list he held in his hand.

“I’m here, hehe! Thank you, Master Pharmacist.”

A very tan man ran over, speaking with a foolish grin.

“Here’s your Qi Nourishing Soup.”

Sun Qi Wu ladled out a serving of the Qi Nourishing Soup and handed it to Li Erniu.

“Haha, thank you, thank you!”

Li Erniu took it, thanked him profusely, and then drank it down in one go.

“Erk!!”

Having drunk it too fast, he let out a burp and walked away with a foolish grin.

“Song Jiang of Dagou Town!”

Unfazed by the sight, Sun Qi Wu continued calling the next person to receive their Qi Nourishing Soup.

Yang Chan sat to the side, occasionally glancing up at the Servant Disciples when he felt bored before returning his gaze to the *Medicine Scripture* in his hands.

The Servant Disciples came forward one by one at a very quick pace. After several hundred people, Yang Chan still hadn’t heard a familiar voice.

A few of the figures looked similar, but their voices didn’t match. Nevertheless, Yang Chan still committed their names to memory.

’There’s no guarantee that Steward Qian didn’t deliberately alter his voice when he spoke; it’s certainly possible.’

’When dealing with a deep-cover agent like this, it’s only reasonable to assume they have a few tricks up their sleeve.’

It wasn’t until a particular person was called that Yang Chan’s hand, resting on the *Medicine Scripture*, twitched slightly. He immediately used the motion to smoothly turn a page.

“Qian Tu of Xibei Village!”

Sun Qi Wu continued to call out.

“I’m here, I’m here.”

A man who looked to be middle-aged replied with a simple and honest demeanor, his response very eager.

Yang Chan lifted his head in a casual manner and frowned slightly upon seeing the middle-aged man.

“The Sect even recruits Servant Disciples this old?”

Yang Chan asked, puzzled.

The man’s appearance didn’t quite fit the profile for the Cyan Yuan Sect’s Servant Disciple recruits. Based on his looks, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he was thirty or even forty years old.

“Master Pharmacist, you jest. This disciple is only eighteen. I just happen to look a little old for my age.”

Qian Tu replied, looking embarrassed.

His simple, honest expression was the kind that easily endeared him to others.

After glancing at the man, Yang Chan paid him no more mind and returned his attention to the *Medicine Scripture* in his hands, as if his question had been a casual one.

“Here’s your Qi Nourishing Soup!”

Seeing that Yang Chan was no longer paying attention, Sun Qi Wu handed the serving of Qi Nourishing Soup to Qian Tu.

“Thank you, Master Pharmacist!”

Qian Tu quickly offered his thanks, drained the bowl in one go, and returned to the ranks of the Servant Disciples with a satisfied look on his face.

Yang Chan continued to read his *Medicine Scripture* until the very last Servant Disciple had finished their Qi Nourishing Soup.

“Senior Brother Yang, all the Servant Disciples have finished drinking.”

Sun Qi Wu said, having finished calling all the Servant Disciples on the register.

“Good. You all have a bowl, then just send the rest back.”

Yang Chan said with a nod.

This was one of the hidden perks of being a Pharmacist’s Assistant. While Servant Disciples got one bowl every two weeks and Official Disciples got one every three days, Pharmacist’s Assistants could drink it practically every day—sometimes even two bowls a day.

With that said, Yang Chan left immediately.

He had already found the person he was looking for, so there was no need to waste any more time. Yet even though he had accomplished his goal, Yang Chan’s expression remained unchanged as he returned to the T-shaped Room as usual.

After his usual routine of checking on the injured disciples who had been sent over, treating them, and prescribing medicine, Yang Chan went to find Lü Zhenghai again.

“Elder Lü, this disciple has found the person who was meeting with Zhao Qiyang. It is indeed the very old-looking Servant Disciple from Xibei Village, Qian Tu.”

Yang Chan wasn’t sure how this person had managed to infiltrate the ranks of the Cyan Yuan Sect’s Servant Disciples, but he figured that for a Steward from Lingyu Palace, possessing such an ability was to be expected.

“Good. I understand.”

Lü Zhenghai nodded, then, noticing the look of confusion in Yang Chan’s eyes, continued:

“The recruitment of Servant Disciples in Taiyu City is done through a bone-reading test. After an External Cultivator reaches the Iron Bone Realm, they can begin Tempering their bones. This process can reduce their bone age, making it impossible to tell their true age just by looking.”

“If this Qian Tu is our man, he must be an expert at the External Refining Iron Bone Level. People like that have much sharper Spiritual Sense. If you were to stare at him for too long, you would definitely be discovered.”

As Lü Zhenghai explained, he was also reminding Yang Chan that he needed to be extra careful when dealing with an expert of this Realm, or he might die without ever knowing how it happened.

“You need not concern yourself with this matter any longer. Don’t speak of it to anyone. Just stay here in Qinghan Mansion, treat the injured disciples, and prepare medicine packets.”

“I will handle this personally.”

Lü Zhenghai continued, his words also serving as a warning.

Because he was about to make a major move.

“This disciple understands. I will remain in the Pharmacy and focus on my duties for the time being.”

Yang Chan nodded. This suited him perfectly. He hadn’t wanted to get any more involved and was content to just wait for the outcome.

’All that fighting and killing is far too dangerous. It’s much better to just wait for it all to be over.’

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