Chapter 45: Teacher, Have You Had IVF?

A Cultivator!!

The moment that word escaped Murong Wei’s lips, Yang Xun froze as if struck by lightning. The teacup in his hand jolted, and the scalding tea nearly spilled onto the back of his hand.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the woman before him.

’My teacher... actually knows about the existence of Cultivators??’

One had to understand that Cultivators were exceedingly rare in this world. Most ordinary people had never even heard of them, let alone seen one.

In the minds of the vast majority, things like cultivation and True Qi were just fictional concepts from novels and TV shows, with no basis in reality.

And yet, Murong Wei had just directly asked him, "Are you a Cultivator?"!

Furthermore, from the look on her face, she didn’t just firmly believe in the existence of Cultivators; she even seemed to be filled with eager anticipation.

This sent a tumultuous storm raging through Yang Xun’s mind.

’Just how does my teacher know about Cultivators?’

’Could the Murong Family’s background be even more profound than I imagined?’

But shock was shock; Yang Xun’s mind quickly regained its composure.

’I can’t tell her!’

’I absolutely cannot tell anyone that I’m a Cultivator!’

’Even if she’s my benefactor and teacher, I can’t reveal a single word.’

’Once my identity as a Cultivator is exposed, it will inevitably attract unforeseeable trouble. I’m only at the Second Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, pathetically weak. If someone with ulterior motives were to target me, I wouldn’t even be able to protect myself, let alone my sister.’

’Besides, I know nothing about the world of Cultivators. Recklessly revealing my identity would be like painting a target on my back, drawing all sorts of potential dangers to me.’

"Sister Wei, what are you talking about?"

Yang Xun quickly wiped the shock from his face, shaking his head and feigning confusion. "What’s a Cultivator? I’ve never even heard of that. What are you on about?"

His performance was flawless. His tone was natural and his expression innocent, as if he truly had no idea what a Cultivator was.

Murong Wei stared into Yang Xun’s eyes for several seconds, her almond-shaped eyes like X-rays, trying to catch the slightest flaw in his gaze.

But Yang Xun’s gaze was as clear as a pool of still water, without a hint of evasion.

"You really don’t know?"

Murong Wei’s brows furrowed slightly, her tone tinged with a hint of reluctance to give up.

"I really don’t!"

Yang Xun shook his head with a serious expression and asked in return, "Sister Wei, what’s a Cultivator? It sounds like something out of a martial arts novel."

Murong Wei fell silent for a moment. The delight on her face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of disappointment.

She sighed softly, leaned back in her chair, and said slowly, "My father-in-law told me about Cultivators. He said that in this world, there exists a group of people who transcend ordinary human beings. They can cultivate True Qi and possess abilities that normal people can’t even imagine."

At this point, her gaze returned to the note on the table. She tapped her finger on the names of the five rare medicinal ingredients and said seriously, "My father-in-law also told me that in this world, only Cultivators can perform Alchemy. It requires True Qi to activate and completely refine and fuse the essence of the medicinal ingredients. This is not something an ordinary person can do."

She looked up at Yang Xun, her eyes filled with concern. "Xiaoxun, I’m not trying to pour cold water on your plans, but if you aren’t a Cultivator, then you should stop this wishful thinking. These five ingredients are extremely precious, each one worth a fortune. If you’re just thinking of ’giving it a try,’ you’ll only end up wasting them all."

Hearing this, Yang Xun was silent for several seconds.

He knew, of course, that Murong Wei meant well, but the Celestial Spirit Pill was a matter of his sister’s life and death. He would not give up, no matter what.

"Sister Wei, I understand what you mean."

Yang Xun looked up, his gaze firm. "But I want to give it a try."

"Give it a try?"

Murong Wei frowned, a note of helplessness in her voice. "Xiaoxun, listen to me. Alchemy is no child’s play. Without True Qi to activate it..."

"Sister Wei!"

Yang Xun cut her off and explained, "I studied medicine with my grandfather when I was little. He passed away, but he left behind many of his belongings. I found this prescription among them. My grandfather had noted on the side that this formula can treat cancer."

He pointed at the note on the table and continued, "I know Alchemy is difficult, but my sister’s illness can’t wait any longer. Even if there’s only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, I have to try."

Murong Wei looked into Yang Xun’s eyes, which were filled with determination, and felt a stir in her heart.

The boy who, back in school, wouldn’t even dare to fight back when bullied, had now become so strong for his sister’s sake.

But moved as she was, she still shook her head and said with a wry smile, "Xiaoxun, I believe that you studied medicine with your grandfather, but Alchemy and treating patients are two completely different things. Without True Qi..."

"Sister Wei, I’m very confident in my medical skills!"

Yang Xun’s tone was firm, without a trace of retreat. He looked directly into Murong Wei’s eyes and said, word by word, "When it comes to this prescription, please, believe me!"

At his words, Murong Wei stared at Yang Xun, stunned into silence for a long time.

Suddenly, her eyes shifted, and a curious smile played on her lips.

"Alright then. Since you’re so confident in your medical skills."

Murong Wei slowly stood up. The cheongsam she wore swayed gently with her movement, perfectly accentuating her curvy figure. She placed her hands on her hips, stood before Yang Xun, and raised an eyebrow. "In that case, why don’t you take a look at me? Tell me, what’s my body’s condition?"

As she spoke, she turned slightly to the side, a defiant, challenging look on her face.

’I’ll see for myself just what you’re made of.’

’If he’s really got the skills, I can help him figure something out for the ingredients.’

’But if he’s just bluffing, there’s no way I’m letting him waste those precious ingredients.’

"Alright!"

Yang Xun didn’t hesitate, agreeing on the spot.

He slowly rose to his feet, his gaze falling upon Murong Wei as he began to study her seriously.

At the same time, he silently circulated the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique. A wisp of True Qi flowed into his eyes like a trickling stream.

His vision instantly became countless times clearer.

His gaze, now enhanced by True Qi, was like an X-ray, penetrating the surface of Murong Wei’s skin and allowing him to vaguely perceive the state of her meridians and internal organs.

’Kidney Qi deficiency, lack of both qi and blood, severe damage to the Chong and Ren Meridians...’

’Furthermore, her uterus shows residual signs of heavy medicinal stimulation. These marks are very unusual; they couldn’t be caused by a common gynecological condition.’

Yang Xun’s brow furrowed sharply. Various pathological analyses recorded in the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture flashed through his mind, and he quickly locked onto an answer.

"Sister Wei! For the most part, your body is very healthy!"

Yang Xun withdrew his gaze, his expression turning incredibly serious as he asked, "But... have you undergone in-vitro fertilization?"