Everyday I Get up to See the Villain Stealing the Show 83

The Black and White Impermanence deities stood in the sky, a miserable look on their faces. Seeing that An Yuan fainted, the White Impermanence pressed his hand to his forehead. “This Immortal Lord must have owed Han Changsheng a lot of money in his past life…”

The Black Impermanence clenched his fist, wanting to go down and beat the guy who hurt the Immortal Lord. It was too much for the man to bully the Immortal Lord An Yuan to that extent! The White Impermanence stopped him, though. “Don’t be impulsive. Don’t forget what the God of Destiny said.” 

The Black Impermanence took a deep breath and sighed. The God of Destiny said that they couldn’t interfere with things between An Yuan and Han Changsheng, even if they only interacted with Han Changsheng. 

Han Changsheng’s identity was very special. As for who he was, he was vague and didn’t elaborate. He only said that Han Changsheng was an important part of An Yuan’s tragedy, and An Yuan’s success depended on the development of his relationship with Han Changsheng. But, the Black and White Impermanence deities never thought they would progress like this. 

The White Impermanence deity looked up at the starry sky. The star of Immortal Lord An Yuan was still dazzling, showing that the incident didn’t have any impact on him and that the disaster star was even brighter than before!

The White Impermanence deity frowned and said, “I always think something is wrong.” 

The Black Impermanence deity quickly asked, “What’s the matter?” 

The White Impermanence deity thought for a moment, then said, “It is reasonable to say, An Yuan’s star of disaster represents the progress of the Immortal Lord crossing his tribulation. Is this not a tribulation? The more achievements the old man gave him in the book, the more progress he made. But, up to now, the Immortal Lord has achieved nothing. Instead, he’s been robbed by ordinary people. But, the star of disaster is still getting brighter and brighter. Can you say…” 

“What is it?” The Black Impermanence deity asked impatiently. 

The White Impermanence deity said, “Could it be that the Immortal Lord will undergo a passion tribulation?” 

It shocked the Black Impermanence. “Passion, passion tribulation?! And this mortal?” Crossing the passion tribulation as an immortal wasn’t just a matter of casually falling for someone, but they needed an opportunity, a fated arrangement. A passion tribulation occurred when two immortals had a love affair and were sent to the mortal world as punishment to undergo the event and break off their love. But, it could also be that an immortal who once owed a life to someone would go down to Earth to share the passion tribulation with that person. In a few words, the two people must have been involved in a past life, and they would be together in this one. Han Changsheng, if the Immortal Lord An Yuan was really crossing the passion tribulation with him, would have a great future, but he would never understand his previous life. 

The Black Impermanence deity stopped talking. 

The White Impermanence deity said, “This is just my guess. I think that if the Immortal Lord is crossing is a passion tribulation, it would explain many things. All in all, the God of Destiny specifically told us not to interfere. Everything with An Yuan will occur by chance. We should observe the change.” 

The Black Impermanence sighed. 

A white light appeared, and the two impermanence deities disappeared. 

Han Changsheng found the real Jin wound medicine and quickly gave it to An Yuan. Du Yuefei knew his character, so he usually prepared a medicine box for him. Each medicine was packed in different colors, and he recited a mnemonic chant to recall each one. He had all kinds of emergency medicine because Du Yuefei was afraid he would sneak out of the Tianning Cult and there wouldn’t be a doctor around when he was out playing. Han Changsheng recited the mnemonic chant again and again, and after confirming that he made no mistake, he picked out an antipyretic for Anyuan

After giving him the medicine, he sat by the bed and watched An Yuan in silence. 

The gods were slow to settle accounts with him. Were they going to let him go? He didn’t mean to do what he did the former night. It wasn’t worth it to be beaten up by the immortals. 

Han Changsheng looked at An Yuan and gradually became a little crazy. He told An Yuan… In fact, in the past six months, he didn’t think about what he thought about An Yuan, just because, from the beginning, he and An Yuan’s positions were relative. If he wanted to help An Yuan survive the tribulation, he had to train An Yuan to kill him and destroy the Tianning Cult in the future. 

Han Changsheng sighed, then wiped the sweat off An Yuan’s forehead and whispered, “If only you weren’t immortal.” 

Han Changsheng liked beauties best. With An Yuan’s appearance, if he wasn’t an immortal, Han Changsheng would stalk him and take him back to the Tianning Cult. Maybe he would have taken An Yuan long ago. But now, when he thought that An Yuan’s purpose in life was to destroy the leader of the demonic cult, he felt resentful. His attitude towards him wasn’t much better. After thousands of calculations, it was impossible to say that the relationship between them would develop into what it was now…

He scratched his head in annoyance. What should he do? Otherwise, regardless of what happened, if an immortal failed to cross their tribulation, their next lifetime would still be better after reincarnation. It was fine if only he were reincarnated into an ugly baby. He refused to believe that he couldn’t find a way to kowtow to death. But, at the thought of implicating others in his teachings, Han Changsheng’s heart sank. 

“I wish I was the Demon King,” Han Changsheng said sourly, “With a sword, I’d go to the heavens and teach those broken gods how to behave, then turn you back around to be a demon’s wife. How nice it would be.” 

An Yuan seemed to feel uncomfortable in his sleep. He snorted. Han Changsheng quickly poured a glass of water for him and helped him slowly drink.

In this way, Han Changsheng took care of An Yuan, and the night passed. 

The next morning, An Yuan woke up and turned over. Lying on the edge of his bed, Han Changsheng suddenly woke up. Rubbing his eyes, he asked, “Are you awake?” When he reached out to touch his forehead, he found that his fever had subsided.

An Yuan slowly sat up and warily looked up at Han Changsheng. “You are…” 

Han Changsheng said, “I said last night that I am Du Fengliu, the world’s first miracle doctor who can cure all kinds of diseases! You see, you took my medicine last night, and now your fever is gone!” 

An Yuan squinted, thought for a while, then said, “Thank you very much.” 

When he got out of bed, Han Changsheng said, “What are you going to do? Tell me what you want if you’re still ill. I’ll take care of it for you!” 

An Yuan said, “I should go back.” 

It shocked Han Changsheng. “Where are you going? The inn you stayed in was surrounded by people. I secretly took your luggage and brought it here in the middle of the night. You are not well now, and people will surround you when you go back. What would you do?” 

An Yuan was stunned to see his luggage on the table. He was silent. He didn’t know where to go. He just wanted to ask Han Changsheng for an explanation. After all, after everything, Han Changsheng was possessed by Qi deviation and lost his mind. He couldn’t understand, but what could he do if he left? He clearly convinced himself that everything Han Changsheng had done was to help him sincerely, not just for his mental skill. But as soon as he taught Han Changsheng the mental skill, he ran away. It was really… It was hard to calm down. 

Han Changsheng saw that An Yuan’s expression wasn’t good. He grew more and more guilty. With a dry smile, he said, “Now you’re recuperating here. Let’s wait until you’re well again.” 

An Yuan raised his head and looked at Han Changsheng with suspicion in his eyes. “Excuse me for taking the liberty… You are a young man. Are you really a miracle doctor?” The previous night, Dr. Du didn’t know what medicine he gave him. His wounds still hurt, they burned with heat.  

Han Changsheng puffed out his chest and said, “Of course! If you have any problems, just ask me!”

An Yuan said, “Can you make me better soon? Cough, I want to attend the Wulin Assembly.”

The Wulin Conference lasted half a month. This was the third day. If An Yuan was ill for a few more days, the Wulin Conference would be nearly over.

Han Changsheng thought for a moment and said, “You wait!” He turned around and took out the medicine box. Silently reciting the formula, he took out revitalizing blood tonic, kidney reinforcing pills, liver-supporting syrup, and quick-acting heart reliever pills…

From An Yuan’s perspective, Han Changsheng searched for a long time. He turned around and spread out his hand in front of him. He was shocked. Han Changsheng held a pile of medicine and said, “Take it, it’s all good medicine! You’ll be cured right after eating all of it!” 

An Yuan shook his head again and again. Seeing that he was worried, Han Changsheng grabbed two of them and tossed them into his mouth. Chewing them, he said, “It’s like sugar pills. If you have a disease, it can be cured. If you don’t, your body becomes stronger. Eat them!” 

Looking at the pile of colorful medicines, An Yuan regretted that he had asked and laid down in bed again. “I’ll have a rest. I’m hungry. Can you get me something to eat?” From the morning of the day before, An Yuan had hardly had so much as a bowl of rice. He’d been hungry for a long time. 

Han Changsheng immediately went downstairs. Thinking that An Yuan was weak and needed a lot of tonics, he bought two fried pig’s feet, a plate of braised fish, and a pot of turtle soup, and ordered the waiter to bring them up. When the cook in the inn finished the dishes, he was worried that An Yuan wouldn’t have enough tonic, so he ground his tonics into powder and sprinkled them into the dishes. Then, he took them to An Yuan. 

As soon as An Yuan woke up, he was startled to see Han Changsheng shaking him with a big, oily pig’s foot in his hand. He was ill and hadn’t eaten for a long time. When he smelled the greasy scent, it turned his stomach. He quickly pushed Han Changsheng’s hand away. 

Seeing that he didn’t want to eat, Han Changsheng said unhappily, “You have to build up your body. Eat it quickly. What kind of adult still has such a bad temper?” 

An Yuan couldn’t say that he had suffered. Han Changsheng pestered him to eat it. As An Yuan forced himself to eat the pig’s foot, Han Changsheng poured him a bowl of turtle soup. 

That night, An Yuan vomited, had diarrhea, and his nose bled. Instead of getting better, he fell seriously ill. Han Changsheng couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t fix it. He took care of An Yuan at his bedside, but An Yuan couldn’t even wipe his bloody nose. He grabbed Han Changsheng’s sleeve and stared at him with darkness in his eyes. Weakly, he said, “Brother Du, did I owe you a lot of money in my last life…” 

Han Changsheng felt aggrieved. He had never cared so much for a man in his life! There must be something wrong with An Yuan’s body. If he drank so many tonics, he should be completely vigorous all at once!

Finishing that last sentence, An Yuan’s eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted again.

In that way, under the meticulous care of Dr. Du, who was responsible for all kinds of diseases, An Yuan finally recovered after ten days of illness. However, he lost a lot of weight. Because Han Changsheng spent all his time taking care of him, he lost weight, too. Every morning when he touched up his makeup, he had to apply powder to his cheeks to make them look full and shiny. 

When An Yuan’s health finally improved, the Wulin meeting was coming to an end. Han Changsheng finally took him out to the meeting. As a result of the incident, the original plan to let An Yuan take the lead in the arena had fallen flat. 

In that year’s Wulin Conference, experts from all over the world showed their power in the area competition for martial arts members. They were all at a higher level than in previous years. Unfortunately, the most prominent one was “Li Jiulong”, who didn’t show up again after the start of the meeting. Because he stopped appearing, the rumors about him grew more and more mysterious. It was said that all the people who dealt with him in the world had been defeated with one move. Since he defeated them with one move, they gave him the title, “Sword God”.

In the challenge arena, Lu Honghua stepped onto the stage and began to address the end of the Wulin Assembly. 

When An Yuan saw the meeting signifying the closing of the Wulin Conference, he was disappointed. In addition to discovering who murdered his father, he wanted to show his strength when he attended the Wulin Conference this time. Unfortunately, he was ill throughout the entire meeting.

As An Yuan turned to leave, Han Changsheng was surprised and followed him. “You will not listen to it?”

“Nothing good to hear,” An Yuan said, “Every time, it’s all the same.” He had attended several Wulin Conferences with Yue Peng. The speeches made by the leader of the Wulin Alliance were all platitudes, none of which were pleasant to hear. 

Han Changsheng agreed very much, he was just about to take a stand. However, just then, he heard Lu Honghua say, “Today, I want to solemnly announce something here.” 

Everyone beneath the stage suddenly quieted down. Even Han Changsheng and An Yuan looked back to the stage.

Looking around, in a loud voice Lu Honghua called, “What I want to say is about the new Wulin Alliance Leader!” 

Everyone exploded beneath the stage!