Chapter Nine: Leaving Home Behind

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After the clinic reopened, people occasionally came to buy medicinal herbs. Two months later, following the persistent urging of Uncle Wang, Mingyue began seeing patients herself. Their days passed quietly but busily. When not attending to patients, Mingyue worked with Xiao Wu to cut, process, and prepare the herbs, which fetched higher prices once refined.

During busy moments, Xiao Wu would sneak glances at Mingyue, his silly smile spreading wide. Mingyue recalled Uncle Wang’s words with irritation but pretended ignorance, focusing intently on her work.

Suddenly, she remembered the white-clad youth she had met on the day her mother passed. His extraordinary bearing left a deep impression, awakening in her a strong longing for the world of immortal cultivation.

She then thought about how her mother had entrusted her with the clinic. She resolved to manage it well, ensuring its lasting prosperity. As for whether she would marry Xiao Wu in three years—that could wait.

Half a year passed swiftly. Due to Mingyue’s exceptional medical skills, she soon gained some renown in Chang’an Town. Travelers from all directions heard of the “Little Medical Immortal” there, especially famed for her silver-needle acupuncture that seemed to cure ailments instantly.

Her processed herbal medicines were snapped up as soon as they were available. Eventually, patients from other towns journeyed long distances just to seek treatment from the “Little Medical Immortal.”

The reputation of the Hundred Herbs Hall grew ever greater. Even with Mingyue seeing patients daily, demand exceeded supply, not to mention her need to guide Xiao Wu in preparing the herbs.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu had considerable experience in herb processing, but even so, the two of them were overwhelmed. They hired two assistants to help in the shop. However, the fame of the Hundred Herbs Hall soon attracted the attention of local ruffians.

Some scoundrels, envious of the thriving business, had long harbored ill intentions. Previously, fearing Aunt Ming's formidable presence, they dared not act. Now, seeing Mingyue alone and young, an orphaned girl, they began scheming against the clinic.

The grandest and most imposing building in Chang’an Town was the mansion of the Ximen family, residence of the town’s governor, Lord Ximen. Lord Ximen was the local tyrant, controlling all taxes, protection fees, construction levies, and miscellaneous charges.

Why was Lord Ximen so powerful that even the emperor of the Loulan Empire, to which Chang’an Town belonged, had to show him deference? Because Lord Ximen had a remarkable son.

Lord Ximen had three sons: the eldest, Ximen Dongsheng; the second, Ximen Shuheng; and the youngest, the frivolous Ximen Xunhuan.

The most accomplished was the eldest, Ximen Dongsheng. Forty years ago, in his early twenties, he was admitted to the Shushan Immortal Academy and later took charge of managing the medicinal elixirs for the southeastern branch of the Loulan Empire.

Ximen Dongsheng was Lord Ximen’s pride and the cornerstone of his dominance. It was said that through his control over the southeast branch’s sales, he amassed great wealth, propelling the Ximen family to unprecedented riches and glory within three decades.

Sixty years ago, when Ximen Dongsheng was but a baby, he suddenly fell dangerously ill with a high fever. At that critical moment, Aunt Ming happened to be staying in Chang’an Town.

With a single silver needle, Aunt Ming saved the nearly dying child. Moreover, she gifted him a set of introductory internal cultivation methods, enabling him to practice from a young age, as his naturally weak constitution threatened his survival.

At that time, Lord Ximen was merely a wealthy local resident. Grateful beyond words, he vowed to repay Aunt Ming’s kindness even if he had to serve her as a beast of burden. This led to Aunt Ming and the people of Baihua Village settling in Chang’an Town.

Fifty years later, when Lord Ximen met Aunt Ming again, he was astonished to see her appearance unchanged, realizing she was a master cultivator.

While alive, Aunt Ming was low-key, only visiting Lord Ximen to arrange for the villagers’ settlement and never meeting him again. Despite multiple visits from Lord Ximen bearing lavish gifts, Aunt Ming always declined.

After Aunt Ming’s passing, Lord Ximen’s thoughts turned darker. Knowing she was a master cultivator, rumored to be centuries old, he coveted her collection of cultivation manuals, elixirs, and spiritual artifacts.

He knew Aunt Ming had a young, beautiful daughter, and his youngest son, Ximen Xunhuan, had repeatedly expressed a desire to take the girl as a concubine.

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Previously, Lord Ximen had restrained Ximen Xunhuan, wary of Aunt Ming’s power, and rejected his request. Now that Aunt Ming was gone, when Ximen Xunhuan renewed his demand, Lord Ximen’s resolve wavered.

If Aunt Ming’s daughter married into the Ximen family, how could he fail to acquire her treasures? It would be as easy as taking from his own pocket. To him, this orphaned girl was nothing more than a prize, and he believed he was already being generous.

That morning, as Mingyue opened the clinic’s doors, she found a long queue of patients waiting outside.

Energized, she began diagnosing their ailments, busy beyond measure, when suddenly a loud crash echoed—the clinic’s front door collapsed.

Through the chaos, several men entered. First came a group of tough-looking henchmen, brandishing large machetes, forming two lines.

Then, a corpulent young man dressed in fine silks and satins, his oily face shining, swaggered in, waving a flirtatious paper fan. He plopped down boldly in the center of the hall, fanning himself as he addressed Mingyue:

“My little beauty, have you made up your mind? If you agree to be my eighteenth concubine, Uncle Ximen will protect you, and you’ll live a life of luxury and pleasure.”

Xiao Wu, seeing Ximen Xunhuan bullying Mingyue, stepped forward to shield her and shouted, “What are you doing? Is there no law here?”

Ximen Xunhuan kicked Xiao Wu to the ground with a sneer.

“Hey, where did this mangy mutt come from? Don’t lecture me about the law. In Chang’an Town, I am the law. Keep chattering, and I’ll break your legs.”

The henchmen raised their machetes menacingly. Xiao Wu, honest and gentle, turned pale and trembled.

Mingyue was furious. She rushed to protect Xiao Wu and shouted at the fat-faced Ximen Xunhuan, “If you have business, take it up with me. Don’t frighten innocent people.”

Seeing the trouble, the patients outside quickly dispersed.

Uncle Wang arrived upon hearing the commotion, hurriedly offering an envelope stuffed with money to Ximen Xunhuan, pleading, “Young Master Ximen, please spare us. We’re a small business; besides the monthly taxes, we barely make ends meet.”

When Aunt Ming was alive, the Hundred Herbs Hall paid no taxes. Since her passing, these men came monthly, increasing the amounts until it became unbearable.

Ximen Xunhuan laughed while fanning himself. “My father sold this property to Aunt Ming at a rock-bottom price out of respect. Now, with rising land values and her gone, we can reclaim it anytime. If not, it’s simple: if Mingyue agrees to be my concubine, I won’t take the property back—I’ll even give her a separate house. Of course, she can continue practicing medicine here.”

Mingyue stared at his greasy, repulsive face with revulsion, cheeks flushing red with anger. Gritting her teeth, she said, “Be my eighteenth concubine? Over my dead body! Tell me, how much silver will settle this?”

Ximen Xunhuan coyly lifted his fan to stroke her chin, leering, “Little beauty, you should know I’m not for sale. I have plenty of houses, but only one little beauty like you.”

Mingyue slapped the fan away, trembling with rage, speechless.

Uncle Wang pleaded quietly, “Young Master Ximen, Mingyue is already betrothed to our Xiao Wu. Could you please show mercy...?”

Ximen Xunhuan pointed his fan at the cowering Xiao Wu and laughed mockingly, “Your Xiao Wu? That idiot coward? Is he worthy?”

He laughed loudly and said, “Mingyue, my little beauty, I give you three days to prepare. After that, I’ll come to take you as my wife! Young lady, wait for your husband.” His lecherous grin made Mingyue sick to her stomach.

Ximen Xunhuan called out gleefully, “Men, go home and get ready! In three days, I’ll welcome my eighteenth wife!” He winked obscenely at Mingyue and strode away with his henchmen.

Uncle Wang wept with worry. “What can we do? Are you really going to marry that despicable creature? Life was finally getting better, only for this to ruin it.”

Xiao Wu stammered, “Mingyue, I—I’ll fight them...”

Mingyue, filled with hatred, quickly held Xiao Wu back and comforted him, “Brother Xiao Wu, don’t act rashly.”

Lowering her head in thought, she found no solution and wearily said to Uncle Wang, “Can I have some time to think? There are still three days left. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

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