Strongest Medical Saint

The needle, which had previously stopped spinning,

began to tremble violently on the surface of the water as Shen Feng's fingers ceaselessly divined.

Water within the cup churned, spilling droplets onto the table.

Next to him, Wang Anxiong held his breath, only to see these scattered droplets slowly forming a roadmap on the table.

The water in the cup grew more turbulent until finally, all the water had spilled out of the cup.

Shen Feng pointed at the cup, and the needle suddenly flew out.

There was a "thud!"

The tip of the needle pierced straight into the tabletop.

The thick moonlight in the room gradually faded away, revealing the roadmap on the table, extending outward from the center of the villa.

The needle had pierced exactly through a location on the roadmap, marking where Shen Feng's parents currently were.

He memorized the roadmap in his mind, and with a wave of his arm, the droplets on the table scattered away.

"An Xiong, I'll go find my parents myself tomorrow. Stay here and wait for me with peace of mind," Shen Feng instructed.

Wang Anxiong nodded repeatedly, not quite snapping back to reality, clearly understanding that Shen Feng was about to reunite with his parents, and it wasn't quite appropriate for an outsider like him to tag along.

"Alright, go and rest!" Shen Feng waved his hand.

Wang Anxiong respectfully exited the room, gently closing the door behind him.

The method within the Heaven and Earth Ultimate Fate Calculation Technique to find people could only be used to locate ordinary people, because once one began the path of cultivation, that was stepping onto the road of Cultivation, beyond the scope of such rudimentary divination to predict.

Shen Feng temporarily lost the inclination to cultivate. During his time in the Immortal Realm, his biggest concern was always his parents. Every time he remembered their toilsome silhouettes busying themselves for him, he felt an acute distress, which was why he spared no expense to return from the Immortal Realm to Earth for one more look.

The name of Shen Feng's father was Shen Anmin, a genuine farmer who managed to support Shen Feng through high school and university by growing crops in the mountains and harvesting valuable herbs.

His mother's name was Zhang Xuezheng, a virtuous woman adept in all kinds of household chores, who had always doted on Shen Feng from a young age.

Sitting in the chair, reminiscing about the little moments with his parents, the sky outside gradually lightened.

As Shen Feng opened the door to his room,

the door to Wang Anxiong's room next door opened as well: "Master, good morning."

Shen Feng saw Wang Anxiong, sporting dark circles under his eyes, and knew he must have stayed up all night, guarding by his room listening for any sound of movement.

Shen Feng nodded: "I can do without sleep, but you don't have that ability."

"Well, when I have some free time later, I'll teach you a Cultivation Technique for strengthening the body. It's my plan to teach Xu Dong a Cultivation Technique when I return to Wuzhou."

Wang Anxiong was immediately taken aback and, upon confirming he hadn't misheard, felt a surge of excitement knowing that from this moment on, the master had fully accepted him.

"Master—"

Wang Anxiong, who intended to kneel, was steadied by Shen Feng: "There's no need for that."

Wang Anxiong's lips trembled as he spoke: "Master, please take me as your disciple!"

Shen Feng said flatly, "We'll talk about it when we return to Wuzhou."

Wang Anxiong didn't dare to persist, aware that Shen Feng was going to find his parents today and if he wasn't discreet, it could only serve to annoy Shen Feng.

He reached the first floor.

Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong were already waiting, with a spread of exquisite breakfast dishes on the table.

Upon seeing Shen Feng, they promptly greeted him, and Luo Jiande respectfully asked, "Master, are you comfortable with where you're staying? We have prepared breakfast for you, please make do and have some!"

Shen Feng was in a good mood that day. He waved his hand and said, "No need, you eat! I have to go out for a bit, and don't let anyone follow me."

As Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong watched Shen Feng leave the hall, they couldn't help but turn their gaze to Wang Anxiong.

"What are you looking at me for? Didn't you hear what the master said? If the Luo Family follows the master well, maybe you will gain something you never expected. Not everyone is qualified to be a master's dog, but your Luo Family can, thanks to the fortune you accumulated in your previous lives." Wang Anxiong went back upstairs to sleep.

Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong weren't angered by Wang Anxiong's words; perhaps one day in the future, they would indeed take pride in being Shen Feng's 'dogs'.
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After leaving the Luo Family's villa,

Shen Feng recalled the map in his mind. The place where his parents were shouldn't be too far from here. With the speed he could exert with his current level of cultivation, he could arrive within two hours; it could be a morning exercise. He started running down the road.

An hour and a half later,

Shen Feng was about to approach the place he had calculated before when he suddenly halted his steps.

Not far ahead, there were several mobile breakfast carts, and in front of many there were simple tables and chairs set up.

Shen Feng's gaze settled on a middle-aged couple.

This middle-aged couple's breakfast business was the busiest, with many people already seated at their tables.

The couple worked in perfect harmony, skillfully preparing noodles and wontons.

A young woman around the age of twenty was helping this couple serve noodles and wontons to the seated customers.

She was dressed very simply, but she was quite pretty, with her jet-black hair tied into a ponytail and a hint of fullness in her chest, giving off an extremely pure vibe.

Shen Feng's gaze did not linger on the young woman. He kept watching the middle-aged couple; they were his father Shen Anmin and his mother Zhang Xuezheng.

The location Shen Feng had calculated before should be where Shen Anmin and Zhang Xuezheng lived. Today, they came out early to sell breakfast.

The place where they sold breakfast was exactly on the route to his own home, which is why Shen Feng encountered them here.

His parents looked much older than he remembered.

Shen Feng took a deep breath; he temporarily forgot his identity in the Immortal Realm. Now, he was just a son, a son who was finally going to reunite with his parents.

He took one step at a time until he reached the breakfast cart.

Shen Anmin looked up and asked, "Would you like to eat some..."

But he couldn't finish his sentence. He froze on the spot, turning into a statue.

Zhang Xuezheng, who was serving noodles, lifted her head with confusion, "Anmin, why aren't you welcoming the customer?"

But when she saw Shen Feng,

There was a "clatter!"

The long chopsticks fell from her hands to the ground as she stared at Shen Feng without blinking.

Shen Feng had longed for this day for a very long time; his voice was a bit choked, "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry!"