After Liang Zicheng returned to the fifteenth-story demon tower, he was very puzzled in his heart, he didn't expect that the Jindan monk of the Seven Star Sect was still ambushed here.

Now that his heart is damaged, it is impossible to recover in a short period of time, and he may not be able to help much in this decisive battle with the Seven Star Sect.

Liang Zicheng then walked into the reward layer, only to see a book appear again in the reward layer of the fifteen-story demon tower.

I saw a bottle of pill painted on the book, and the cover of the book was written with three big characters "Heart Protecting Pill".

"Heart Protecting Pill": Five thousand years ago, Qingyunzi's great apprentice "Hot and Sour Bread" natal magic weapon was attacked by other monks, resulting in damage to the heart of "Hot and Sour Bread".

Then Qingyunzi began to refine the Heart Protector Pill for "Hot and Sour Bread", and due to Qingyunzi's extremely high alchemy technique, two Heart Protector Pills came out of one furnace.

One Heart Protector Pill was taken by Qingyunzi's eldest apprentice "Hot and Sour Bread", and the other was put into a pill bottle by him and sealed with a charm.

"Heart Guarding Pill": A high-grade elixir that can treat the monk's heart and veins due to damage to the natal magic weapon.

"Heart Protector": After 5,000 years, the Heart Pill fell into the hands of Zhang San in Anran Village, HZ City, ZJ Province.

After reading it, Liang Zicheng decided to go back to the real world, he had to get this Heart Protector Pill no matter what, if he got the Heart Protector Pill, he would be able to treat the heavy damage on his heart.

He would then be able to participate in the great battle between the various major sects and the Seven Star Sects.

After Liang Zicheng returned to reality, he directly turned on his mobile phone and began to check the location of Anran Village.

After looking at ZJ Province and the place where HZ City is located, Liang Zicheng flew there with a crane.

Natural Village is a small mountain village in central China, which is a very poor remote mountain village, and most of the people living here are poor farmers whose ancestors have been trapped here for generations, farming and cultivating the land.

Most of them had never seen anything of the world, their clothes were in tatters, the skin on their faces was dark, and they even spoke in a thick dialect.

Among them, there are many people who may have never seen visitors in their lives, so now when they see Liang Zicheng coming here, they are all looking at Liang Zicheng with curiosity and excitement.

"Hey—"

At this time, a shout came, and when Liang Zicheng looked up, he found that an elderly man was standing not far from him.

"Hello old man". Liang Zicheng immediately walked over.

"What are you doing in our village, young man?" the old man then asked.

"I'm here to visit my family." Liang Zicheng said immediately.

The old man glanced Liang Zicheng up and down, and then asked, "Young man, you have relatives in our village."

"yes". Liang Zicheng nodded, and then said, "My uncle is Zhang San."

The old man sighed heavily after hearing Liang Zicheng's words.

"Old man, why are you sighing". Liang Zicheng hurriedly asked.

"Hey" An old man sighed before he said: "Zhang San is really a poor person, his young father and mother are gone, and he didn't marry a daughter-in-law until he was thirty-five or sixteen."

But after the woman gave birth to a boy, she ran away with the other men. But only seven or eight years later, Zhang San's baby was rumored to be seriously ill."

After hearing this, Liang Zicheng asked again: "Why don't you go to the hospital when you are sick?"

"Hey!" the old man sighed again, and then said: "Zhang San's family has no money, everything that can be borrowed has been borrowed, and the villagers have also donated a little, but what can that money do?"

"Old man, where is my uncle's house?" Liang Zicheng then asked.

"That dilapidated house is that every time it rains, their house leaks." The old man said, pointing to a dilapidated house.

"Thank you". Liang Zicheng hugged his fist at the old man.

"Young man, you don't look very good, do you have any disease?" said the old man again.

"I had a small cold two days ago." After Liang Zicheng finished speaking, he walked towards the dilapidated thatched hut.

"Is anyone home?" Liang Zicheng came to the door, and then shouted.

"Who?" Soon a haggard voice came from the room.

Immediately afterward, a haggard middle-aged man walked out of the room.

"You are.." The man looked at Liang Zicheng suspiciously, as if he hadn't seen Liang Zicheng and didn't understand what he was doing here?

"I'm a doctor from the first hospital in the city, and I've heard about what happened in your family, so I'm here to take a look." Liang Zicheng then said.

The middle-aged man looked at Liang Zicheng suspiciously, no matter how he looked at him, he looked like a liar, not a doctor.

But soon the middle-aged man was relieved, he was like this, and what kind of liar would come to deceive him, even if it was a liar, he had nothing to deceive him.

"You please come in". The middle-aged man hurriedly welcomed Liang Zicheng in.

"Brother, may I ask what is your name?" Liang Zicheng asked cautiously, he had to determine whether this man was Zhang San or not.

"My name is Zhang San." The middle-aged man then said.

"Brother Zhang, take me to see the children." After Liang Zicheng confirmed that the middle-aged man was Zhang San, he spoke.

"Doctor, please". Zhang San immediately took Liang Zicheng into the only room.

Lying on the hospital bed was a critically ill boy, his face now very pale.

Originally, a child of his age should have a happy childhood, and he should be running around the campus.

"Doctor, please". Zhang San looked at Liang Zicheng expectantly, and at this time, Liang Zicheng was the last straw for their family.

Although Zhang San saw it, Liang Zicheng didn't look like a doctor at all.

Liang Zicheng nodded, then sat down in front of the child's bed, picked up the child's thin little hand, and began to take the pulse.

Liang Zicheng has been practicing in the immortal cultivation world for many years, but he has not studied much as a doctor, so he does not know much about some pathologies.

"Doctor, how is my little treasure...". Zhang San hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a simple cold, just take one of my medicines". Liang Zicheng waved his hand.

Zhang San looked at Liang Zicheng, and finally didn't say anything, he didn't believe it from the beginning, Liang Zicheng was a doctor.

Before Liang Zicheng came to their house, he also took Xiaobao to a big hospital to see it, and it was found that Xiaobao was suffering from leukemia in that big hospital.

Although Zhang San has not read, he also knows what leukemia represents, and now that more than a month has passed, Xiaobao may be in the advanced stage, and he doesn't know how many days he has to live.

This pale-faced man actually said that a pill can be cured directly, and he must be a liar.

"Brother Zhang, please go pour a glass of water." Zhang San was thinking about it when he heard Liang Zicheng's voice.

Zhang San looked at Liang Zicheng, and then walked out, there was nothing valuable in his house at all, even if this young man was a liar, he would not get anything in his house.

"Doctor, this is when you want water". Soon after, Zhang San came to Liang Zicheng with a glass of water.

Liang Zicheng then took out a pill from his body, and then put it in Xiaobao's mouth.

Zhang San was nervous when he saw the pill, and then he was relieved. His little treasure is like this now. What could be worse than now.

"Doctor, how is my little treasure.." Zhang San looked at Liang Zicheng expectantly.

Although Zhang San thinks that Liang Zicheng is a liar, who doesn't have a little fantasy in his heart, fantasizing about a miracle.

After Liang Zicheng glanced at Xiaobao on the bed, he said: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, there will be results in less than ten minutes."

Zhang San looked at Liang Zicheng, obviously not believing Liang Zicheng's words, how could an ordinary pill be more powerful than the medical skills in a big hospital.

He tossed around in that big hospital for several days, Xiaobao's illness did not improve, and he spent a lot of money.

Liang Zicheng just fed a pill just now, how could he cure Xiaobao's illness, but Zhang San didn't say anything.

Now he has nothing worth deceiving this young man.

Zhang San sat on a chair, looked at Xiaobao on the bed, and couldn't help but sigh several times.

"Daddy..". At this time, Zhang San suddenly heard a voice that he hadn't heard for a long time.

Zhang San hurriedly looked at the bed, only to see that his son Xiaobao had now opened his eyes, and the qi and blood on his face were relatively ruddy.

Zhang San looked at the bed in shock, his son Xiaobao had been in a coma since three days ago.

"Daddy..". Xiaobao called Zhang San again.

Zhang San immediately pounced, carefully touched Xiaobao's hand, and then asked, "Xiaobao, what's wrong with you?"

"Dad, I'm fine, my head is not dizzy". Xiaobao said slowly.

Zhang San's tears immediately fell after hearing this, and then he knelt in front of Liang Zicheng: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of the divine doctor."

"Third Brother Zhang, get up." Liang Zicheng hurriedly helped Zhang San up.

"Third Brother Zhang, I'm not free this time, you don't have to kneel."

"Divine doctor, just say what you want." Zhang San said immediately. No matter what the divine doctor wants him to do it, he is willing to do it.

Liang Zicheng glanced at Zhang San, then took out a piece of paper and said, "Brother Zhang has this bottle"?

"Yes, yes. I have a bottle like this". After Zhang San finished speaking, he quickly ran out, and soon came over with a bottle that was exactly the same as the one on paper.

"Divine doctor, do you see if this is it?" Zhang San carefully handed the bottle into Liang Zicheng's hand.

"Thank you, brother." Liang Zicheng immediately hugged his fists.

"The bottle of the divine doctor is very strong, no matter how I fall, I can't break it, I can't hit it with a hammer, and the rune paper on it is also very strange, and I can't even light a fire." After Zhang San finished speaking, he handed the bottle to Liang Zicheng.

After Liang Zicheng took the bottle, he glanced at Xiaobao on the bed, and then said: "Brother Zhang, Xiaobao hasn't eaten for a few days, please get some porridge."

"Good, good". After Zhang San heard this, he hurriedly rushed to the kitchen, and the divine doctor was beside Xiaobao, and he had nothing to worry about at all.

When Zhang San came to the room with a bowl of porridge, he found that Liang Zicheng was no longer here, and only Xiaobao and a black backpack were left in the room.

"Xiaobao, what about uncle?" Zhang San hurriedly asked.

"Uncle is gone, and this one is still left". Xiaobao then pointed to the black backpack.

Zhang San hurriedly opened the backpack, and then saw that there were ten stacks of hundred-yuan bills in the backpack.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanyi hurriedly rushed out with his backpack, but there was no longer Liang Zicheng there.

Zhang San's heart was full of shock at this moment, he didn't expect that Liang Zicheng not only cured Xiaobao's illness, but also left so much money.

Remembering that when Liang Zicheng first came here, he also suspected that Liang Zicheng was a liar. I couldn't help but feel guilty.

After Liang Zicheng returned to Liangjia Village, he began to take this Heart Pill.

A few days later, Liang Zicheng's injuries were completely healed under the effect of this heart-protecting pill.

Now as long as he practiced the bright silver spear, he could go to the immortal cultivation realm to compete with Li Mang of the Seven Star Sect.

It's time to end the grievances between the two.

"I'll see the ancestors." Wei Yongbo, the head of Kunlun, Ma Le, the head of the Tianshan faction, and Miao Fan, the head of the Canghai faction, came to the hall of the Kunlun faction.

"Excuse me". Liang Zicheng waved his hand lightly.

Wei Yongbo, the head of Kunlun, looked at Liang Zicheng, and then said, "Immortal Ancestor is looking for me to have something important."

Liang Zicheng glanced at them, and then said, "You go and help me find a few ores, and I want to practice the natal magic weapon."

After Liang Zicheng finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper, and after Wei Yongbo, the head of Kunlun, took the paper, he immediately said respectfully: "Follow the orders of the ancestors."

Liang Zicheng then took out a piece of paper from the storage ring and said, "I'm going to set up a formation, and you can help me collect the materials in this."

"Yes". Ma Le, the head of the Tianshan faction, hurriedly took the note in Liang Zicheng's hand.

"Also, help me get some mines and 1 missile." Liang Zicheng said again.

"We will receive the command". Wei Yongbo, the head of Kunlun, Ma Le, the head of the Tianshan faction, and Miao Fan, the head of the Canghai faction, immediately bowed respectfully to Liang Zicheng.

Ever since Liang Zicheng used mines to kill Wang Laozu and Renor of the Purple Flame Pavilion, he felt that the mines and guided 1 bombs were very useful.

"Enlighten the ancestor, the master and nephew have something important to say." Ma Le, the head of the Tianshan faction, walked out at this time.

Liang Zicheng looked at him and said, "What's the matter?"

"Qi Qi Ancestor" Ma Le, the head of the Tianshan Sect, arched his hand, and then said: "Now that the cultivation resources are abundant, but the personnel of each faction are insufficient, I also ask the Ancestor to allow me to open the mountain gate and collect disciples."

"Please also ask the ancestor to allow me to wait, and open the mountain gate to collect disciples." Wei Yongbo, the head of Kunlun, and Miao Fan, the head of the Canghai faction, also followed.

Liang Zicheng thought for a while, as the number of layers of the Heavenly Spirit Disk continued to increase, the aura between heaven and earth would become more and more abundant. Many monks also became more likely to cultivate.

Perhaps in the future, there will be foreign monks who will come to rob, and this is the right time to collect disciples.