Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 301-Chapter 400)

A while later, a man covered in muscles barged in. He asked with a thunderous bellow, “You want a massage!”


Li Qingshan was stunned. “Isn’t it… Isn’t it supposed to be…”

“How can senior sister Ru Xin do manual labour like this? Come here!” The muscly man cut right to the chase and began slamming Li Qingshan’s back with his iron palms that could split boulders.

“Not bad.”



A while later, Li Qingshan stood up and praised from the bottom of his heart. The muscly man was truly a disciple of the school of Medicine. He seemed rough, but his hands were extremely nimble and careful, whether it be while kneading, pinching, slapping, or pressing. He completely relaxed Li Qingshan’s body and also channeled his body with Yi Wood true qi brimming with vigour.

Li Qingshan felt relaxed. All of the bruises on his body had vanished too. It was worth the sum of spiritual stones.

The muscly man bellowed, “Thank you for your patronage!”

Li Qingshan stood up and fished out a set of clothes from his hundred treasures pouch, putting them on and making his way out.

Ru Xin smiled. “How do you feel? How’re my junior brother’s massaging skills?”

“Pretty good.” Li Qingshan smiled. The violent slaps from the muscly man had indeed severed those thoughts of Li Qingshan. She was not interested, so he could not be bothered either. It was not like he would die if he went without a woman. There were countless other things he could pursue in life.

Ru Xin was slightly surprised. Originally, she thought Li Qingshan would be embarrassed and displeased, or even furious. She had already prepared some excuses.

However, she never expected him to be so unperturbed, and his gaze towards her had turned back to normal. She instead began to doubt her own charm.

“This must be your first time visiting Benevolence island, right? I’ll show you around!”

Since a primary disciple had come, he obviously had to be received by another primary disciple. Although he came from the declining school of Novels, Li Qingshan had already proved to everyone that he deserved such treatment.

They strolled around idly. With a beauty beside him, it was quite interesting.

With nothing better to do, Li Qingshan began to ask about the school of Medicine. “Doctors focus on curing illnesses and saving lives. Saving lives make sense, but do cultivators fall ill too?”

Ru Xin said, “There’s nothing we can help them with! We can give them whatever illness we want.”

The school of Medicine was not some kind and gentle motherly figure. Instead, they were skilled in poisons and pestilence. Poison naturally referred to various kinds of potent toxins, while pestilence referred to diseases. They collected various kinds of diseases and could kill people without anyone knowing. Among the gods that the school of Medicine worshipped, there were gods of plagues.

“Not funny,” said Li Qingshan.

“Really? How strange. No one ever laughs whenever I say that. Whatever. You’ll always run into a few freaks. The illnesses of cultivators normally aren’t prominent. Instead, they lurk within the body, either damaging the meridians or destroying the balance between the five elements. It might not be life-threatening, but over time, it will affect their cultivation.”

“And, aside from illness of the body, there are illnesses of the mind too. I specialise in mental illnesses. Physical illnesses are easy to deal with, but once you become mentally ill, you’ll struggle to make any progress at all on the path of cultivation, like commander Hua from the school of Legalism. Don’t tell him I said this, but he’s afflicted with a mental illness. Saving a cultivator’s path of cultivation is basically saving their lives!”

Li Qingshan grinned. “Then why don’t you save him?”

Ru Xin said, “His illness has already progressed too far. Doctors can’t cure the helpless, just like how buddha can only bring salvation to those who are destined!” Suddenly, she stifled her voice. “Look at the two over there. Their illnesses have progressed too far too. They’re beyond help, utterly beyond help!”

Li Qingshan looked over and saw Qian Rongzhi supporting Chu Tian as they strolled around in the garden, smiling from ear to ear. If it were not for the fact that he knew Qian Rongzhi’s behaviour and Chu Tian’s personality very well, he really would have believed they were a match made in heaven.

“What illnesses do they have?”

“One suffers from madness, while the other suffers from arrogance.”

“That sure matches them.” Li Qingshan smiled before changing directions and avoiding them.

Chu Tian was currently in a state of pure peace and bliss, so he sensed nothing. However, Qian Rongzhi immediately sensed them. She glanced over and saw Ru Xin’s back. She frowned slightly. This woman was very troublesome.

Li Qingshan mentioned how he had once been interested in coming to the school of Medicine to learn alchemy.



Ru Xin said, “You’ve made the right choice in choosing the school of Medicine. The school of Daoism only refines pills. We refine medicine too.”

“Is there any difference?”

“Refining pills is only for cultivation, but refining medicine can cure illnesses.”

Ru Xin brought Li Qingshan to the main dispensary in the school of Medicine to show him around. Sure enough, apart from the dazzling array of spiritual pills, there were also various coloured liquids and powders.

Li Qingshan saw a small box labeled as “Jade Skin Powder”. He asked, “What illness does this cure?”

Ru Xin said, “It specially cures the illness of darkness.”

“The illness of darkness?”

Ru Xin studied Li Qingshan. “Yep, just like what you suffer from. If you use this medicine, you can become a true pretty face within three to seven days.”

TL: If you haven’t realised already, the Chinese sense of beauty involves extremely fair skin. To my dark-skinned readers out there, please take no offence. After all, Li Qingshan prefers his skin dark too.

Li Qingshan shook his head. He had already become slightly accustomed to Ru Xin and the words she spouted that conflicted with her appearance and bearing. However, the medicines refined by the school of Medicine were quite interesting. At the very least, the alchemy from the school of Daoism could not create something like the Fluid of Invisibility. He had never even thought of some of the items being sold here.

“And what illness does this cure?” Li Qingshan pointed at the glazed bottle filled with blue liquid at the top.

“You mean the Water of Recollection? It’s just as its name implies. It clearly cures amnesia. If you accidentally forget your surname, you can drink it, and I guarantee you that it’ll be effective. Though, the side-effect is that you might lose your sense of direction.”

Ru Xin said casually, but she saw Li Qingshan’s expression change suddenly.

Li Qingshan said, “You mean it can recall anything? Even your past life?”

Ru Xin said, “Unfortunately, my abilities still pale in comparison to granny Meng’s soup.”

TL: Granny Meng, or Meng Po, is the goddess of forgetfulness in Chinese mythology. It’s said that once you die and enter the afterlife, you drink granny Meng’s Soup of Forgetfulness and permanently forget about your past life so that you can reincarnate. Here, Ru Xin is clearly implying her Water of Recollection is unable to undo the effects of granny Meng’s Soup of Forgetfulness, so it can’t make people remember their past lives. If you want to read more about her, here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meng_Po

Just as Li Qingshan felt rather disappointed, he heard Ru Xin say, “Though, as long as it’s something in your head, you’ll definitely be able to recall it once you drink my medicine. Even if you want to know what you ate for lunch ten years ago today, it won’t be an issue.”

“Can I try it?”

“Do I know you? Your surname is Li.”