"Brother Bai, are you feeling better?"

Han Yu smiled warmly upon seeing the visitor.

It's rare to meet someone so honest, though with a slightly poor tolerance for alcohol.

"Much better, I just felt a bit stuffy earlier, went out for some fresh air."

Bai Bufen avoided looking at Sikong Du to keep from getting angry and instead moved closer to Han Yu, starting a conversation.

"Brother Han, where are you from? Looking at your attire, you don't seem like someone from the Northern Border."

Can you really tell a person's origin from their clothing?

Han Yu glanced down at his plain robe, seeing no apparent difference, but still replied with a smile.

"I'm from the Southern Border."

Bai Bufen's expression shifted slightly at the mention of the Southern Border. Strictly speaking, the Southern Border is also in the Southern Territory, but it's to the east, lacking the many mountains and waters, and doesn't seem as impoverished.

But in the entire Southern Territory, there are no top-tier sects, merely some insignificant ones.

Otherwise, the Corpse Refining Sect wouldn't have chosen the Southern Territory to establish their sect.

So how did this person rise without a sect backing them, achieving such success? It's beyond belief.

Unless he's lying.

Sikong Du interjected, "It doesn't matter where you're from; once you join a cultivation sect, the whole world becomes your home."

Han Yu fully agreed with this.

Isn't he just a wanderer, unable to return home, fearing that his folks back home would definitely burn him alive if they saw him return?

This topic was too melancholic, so Han Yu decided to cheer himself up a bit.

"Lord Sikong, since we share the same spirit, I have a pill to give you. Would you be interested?"

Has the atmosphere of the Righteous Path become so worldly?

Just casually giving away things.

Bai Bufen was taken aback by these words.

And it wasn't just him; Sikong Du was too.

Do disciples of the Nine Sects just give things away when they take a liking to someone? Won't that exhaust the sect's resources?

While each was occupied with their own thoughts, Han Yu had already taken out a pill and placed it on his palm.

"This pill, once consumed, can heal even severe injuries within forty-nine days, but only once."

Han Yu said casually, opening his palm.

"Really giving?"

"Are you really giving it?"

Two voices rang out simultaneously. Sikong Du rose swiftly, while Bai Bufen was taken aback.

They hadn't even questioned whether the pill was real; instead, they questioned if Han Yu was seriously giving it away.

Honestly, if it was a real pill, its value would indeed be remarkable, capable of saving a life during critical moments.

Moreover, Han Yu didn't seem to be joking in his demeanor.

Are the things given to Nine Sects' disciples this good?

Sikong Du, who always thought Han Yu came from the Nine Sects, was almost tearfully envious; an item he's never heard of, casually given as a gift.

Not to mention his desire, Bai Bufen was tempted as well. This item essentially granted an extra life, truly a divine medicine.

"Really giving?"

Sikong Du asked again, in disbelief.

"There's a tiny condition."

Han Yu paused, then spoke up.

That made sense; giving away something like that freely would be akin to being a wastrel.

However, what Han Yu said next left the two dumbfounded.

Han Yu spoke offhandedly, "The pill must be consumed immediately in my presence."

"And why is that?"

Sikong Du asked, puzzled. Such a good item should be consumed when faced with challenges, ideally after being beaten half to death.

Uh! It's really hard to explain.

Han Yu thought about it and concocted an absurd explanation, speaking earnestly.

"Because it will expire in six days, and saving it would be a waste when I could find someone else in need."

As outrageous as the efficacy is, the mention of expiration is even more so.

Never heard of a pill having an expiration date.

If consumed immediately, it truly ruins the use of this pill, which should be reserved for critical moments.

Eating it like this, if nothing happens within forty-nine days, feels like a loss.

Should one get half-beaten to not waste the pill?

Sikong Du and Bai Bufen exchanged dubious looks, seemingly reaching the same conclusion.

"If you're not interested, I'll find someone else in need."

Seeing the lack of interest, Han Yu retrieved the pill, figuring it didn't matter who took it since it's just short-term protection.

Bai Bufen nearly exclaimed, "Ask me! At least ask me! It doesn't matter who receives it."

Sikong Du might not care, but he couldn't afford not to! A forty-nine-day life guarantee was very appealing.

"How about I take it?"

After hesitating, Sikong Du suddenly understood and, like Bai Bufen thought, realized it was enticing.

Having no choice, Han Yu reached into his robe to retrieve the pill from his Sea of Consciousness.

Just as he was about to hand it to Sikong Du, he remembered that he hadn't mentioned the side effects.

Just as Han Yu was about to speak, Sikong Du had already grabbed the pill.

As Han Yu was about to stop him, rapid footsteps approached, and soon the door was pushed open by a Palace Guard.

After giving Han Yu a peculiar look, the guard handed a letter to Sikong Du.

"Your reward has arrived."

Sikong Du, holding the pill in one hand, received the letter with the other.

The letter speculated that Sikong Du would return without accomplishing anything, and advised he had other arrangements.

The detailed process wasn't for an Inspectorate-appointed Guardian to question, so he just read on.

And saw a national insult, followed by more colorful language, vividly imagining his Tower Master's furious outburst.

Particularly, his request for a reward was flatly rejected, followed by a succinct introduction that started from Quantai Prefecture...

After a long time, Sikong Du's face stiffened slightly, especially after noticing Zhao's plight in neighboring Zhanzhou Prefecture, nearly dropping the pill.

At the end of the letter, Han Yu's name was prominently marked with a red cross, standing out explicitly.

Quan Xiaotong's message was simple: if you bring this Plague God back to Huaizhou Prefecture, and anything goes wrong, it's your head.

"Has something else happened?"

Han Yu naturally noticed Sikong Du's somewhat odd expression and asked.

Sikong Du slipped the letter back into his pocket with a heavy tone, nodding.

"Indeed, something's wrong, very serious. I'll head back to the Guardian Mansion for now."

With that, he ran off, leaving Han Yu puzzled. Bai Bufen, sharp-eyed, spotted the black pill on the table, his eyes fixated.

The fool forgot the pill. He glanced at Han Yu, then reached for it, only to be interrupted halfway...

"Apparently, Lord Sikong is in real trouble, he actually forgot the pill."

Han Yu retrieved the pill, intending to return it later, causing Bai Bufen to awkwardly retract his reaching hand.

"How about joining later?"

He invited Bai Bufen.

"Alright!"

Despite the regret of missing out on the Divine Medicine, Bai Bufen forced a smile and replied…

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Hurriedly leaving the inn, Sikong Du was filled with relief, raising his hand to smack his other hand that had grabbed the pill.

He had been close to getting into trouble because of his gluttony. Based on the Inspectorate's intel, the stronger the effect of Pharmacist Han's pills, the more horrifying the side effects.

If it's a life-saving pill, I'd have to repay it with my life.

He couldn't stay at the inn; he wasn't afraid of Han Yu, seeing that the Inspectorate hadn't acted against him, indicating no evil deeds by Han Yu.

But he couldn't prevent himself from ending up like Zhao, who knowingly consumed pills despite the side effects.

He couldn't trust himself!

Quickly returning to the Guardian Mansion, his first command was issued.

"If Han Yu comes to the Guardian Mansion, tell him I'm out on an assignment."

After all, Han Yu genuinely saved his life, so he couldn't just shoo him away.

But hiding won't work indefinitely; what if something big actually happens?

"Report any unusual activity regarding Han Yu immediately."

What kind of mess is this? Even the Tower Master felt awkward about driving him away and delegated it to me.

Let it be!

Sikong Du had decided to stay in the Government Office for a few days until devising a way to send him off.

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