Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’ Chapter 4: Pure Yang Pill, Special Critical Strike Rebate

Inside the guest room, Li Mo finished organizing his belongings. He let out a long yawn before pushing the window shutters open.

A breeze from the river wafted in, revealing a view of Qingyuan Mountain draped in ethereal mist. The jagged silhouettes of various buildings were visible, standing like a silent titan that watched over the city below.

"The scenery from the peak must be even more magnificent."

Li Mo whispered to himself.

Since he had transmigrated into this world, how could he ever be satisfied with a mundane life?

However, considering his current situation, he likely wouldn’t even match Wang Hu’s performance during the upcoming Sect initiation rites.

Possessing the physique of a predator, Wang Hu was gifted with exceptional innate talent—the finest among their generation.

New disciples were categorized as outer, inner, or core based on their natural gifts, and the Sect maintained a strict system of weeding out the weak. It was obvious that starting at a higher rank meant associating with those destined for power, which would lead to immense returns on his connections.

If he was relegated to the outer Sect, for instance, he would never even have the opportunity to cross paths with Ying Bing.

"That reminds me, Father mentioned he knows a highly skilled physician here in the city."

Li Mo turned his head and spoke softly, "Why don't we pay him a visit today?"

Sitting by the tea table, Ying Bing took a sip from her cup and shook her head in refusal.

"There is no need."

Li Mo let out a sigh. "We should at least attempt to soothe your condition."

Ying Bing remained silent, her eyes rising from the surface of the tea. Not even the rising steam could mask the sharp intensity of her gaze.

She observed Li Mo closely, as if trying to detect a hidden motive behind his words.

"Father provided me with silver for this purpose. I want to be able to give him a proper report."

"The Three Suns Clinic is nearby—only two streets away."

Li Mo intentionally knitted his brows.

Three Suns Clinic?

Ying Bing took another measured sip, appearing to contemplate the name itself.

After a moment of silence, she finally gave a slight nod.

"Very well."

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As evening fell, Purple Sun Prefecture was illuminated by the glow of countless lanterns. Along the river, flower boats and lanterns drifted slowly, while the wide thoroughfares were crowded with nobles in silk and easily spotted foreigners.

The triennial disciple recruitment of the Clear Abyss Sect had made the city even more vibrant than usual.

Golden Ring Street was the most crowded area, as its shops sold herbs, weapons, and steeds specifically for those on the path of Cultivation.

At the Three Suns Clinic—

"Please let the master know we have arrived."

Li Mo pulled a letter from his sleeve that had been written by his father.

The young apprentice took one look at the name on the envelope and immediately stood taller.

"Please wait a moment. The master is currently away on a house call, but he is expected back shortly."

"My thanks."

Li Mo and Ying Bing sat down to wait.

Before long, the sound of footsteps resonated through the hall.

A middle-aged man walked in, looking weary from travel; his hemp robe was covered in patches, suggesting a life spent on the road.

He had a thin face and a long beard hanging down to his chest, yet his eyes shone with a remarkable, youthful energy.

"Master!" The apprentice handed him the sealed letter.

The man quickly read through the contents, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Da Long... that boy actually remembered this old man after all this time."

Ying Bing’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Li Mo noted the strange choice of words. This man didn't look any older than his own father—so why the elderly tone?

The apprentice standing nearby announced with pride, "My master has reached ninety-six years of age."

"Ninety-six?!"

Li Mo’s jaw dropped in shock.

It was said that medicine could extend one's life, but this looked like someone had reversed the aging process entirely!

Had he mastered a specific Dao or some secret longevity Cultivation technique?

This world truly ignored the laws of common sense.

"Just a minor technique, nothing worth mentioning."

"Your father's letter says the patient is this young lady. Come here."

The man in the hemp robe signaled for her to approach.

As Ying Bing took a seat across from him, he flicked a golden thread that wrapped itself around her pale, slender finger.

Li Mo watched the process with intense curiosity.

Seeing his worry, the apprentice whispered, "Do not worry. There are very few sicknesses that my master is unable to cure."

The man’s lips curved slightly at his student's praise.

However—

A moment later, he let out a sharp gasp, his forehead wrinkling in concentration.

Hum—

The golden thread began to vibrate.

A layer of white frost erupted from Ying Bing’s fingertip, surging rapidly along the thread toward the physician.

Snap!

The man jumped back as if he had been burned, intentionally snapping the connection.

He let out a ragged breath.

"What fierce energy!"

"Well? What is the verdict?" Li Mo asked, preparing for the worst.

The man’s frown deepened into heavy lines.

After a long silence, he shook his head slowly.

"It is unbelievable. Based on any medical logic, you should not even be breathing today."

In his eighty years of medical practice, he had never encountered such a terrifying concentration of Yin-cold energy within a human body.

"Young lady, were you previously told you suffered from Meridian Extinction?"

"Yes." Ying Bing nodded.

The man stroked his beard, deep in thought.

"This old man suspects this isn't Meridian Extinction at all, but rather a unique constitution. As for its exact nature... I would have to search through ancient records."

"Since it is not a disease, there is no 'cure.' At most, I can give you something to dull the symptoms."

Ying Bing’s eyes flickered for a second before returning to their usual calm.

The fact that he could realize this much proved his medical skills were among the best in Purple Sun Prefecture.

Even she hadn't discovered the truth until much later, hidden within the secret libraries of an ancient Sect in the Central Divine Land.

The Lunar Phoenix Physique.

Ancient scrolls described ten legendary bodies known as the Ten Supreme Physiques.

Of these, nine—including her own—had become nothing more than myths and rumors. The only one that could be verified was the Imperial Dragon Physique of the Great Yu Martial Emperor, which was said to carry the weight of an entire empire’s fate.

"This is my Pure Yang Elixir. It should provide some relief. Two hundred taels."

The man produced a small porcelain bottle.

"That sounds fair." Li Mo reached for his money pouch.

The physician calmly raised a finger.

"Per pill."

Li Mo: "..."

Was the dramatic pause really necessary?

The apprentice wiped his mouth and cut in, "That's a bargain! Master is only charging this much because his ego was bruised today—"

"Ahem."

A sharp look from the master silenced the boy.

"It isn't expensive at all!"

"I'll take a hundred. My thanks."

With a grand gesture, Li Mo slammed a stack of banknotes onto the table, followed by several heavy gold ingots.

Apprentice: "!"

Master: "?"

Ying Bing’s elegant eyebrows shot up in surprise.

The entire clinic fell into a heavy silence.

The pile of banknotes alone was clearly over ten thousand taels. The gold was worth even more; though rare in common trade, its actual exchange value was massive.

Altogether, it was roughly twenty thousand taels—a sum large enough to purchase a palatial estate in the most expensive districts of the city.

"I have some savings," Li Mo said with a sheepish grin. "This should cover the cost, right?"

"A hundred pills? Are you trying to open your own shop? Do you plan to eat them like candy?"

"One bottle. Twelve pills."

The master pushed the vial forward, his eye twitching slightly.

"Fine." Li Mo agreed with a small nod of resignation.

After a polite bow, he and Ying Bing left the clinic.

Watching them disappear into the darkness, the master rubbed his chin, looking confused.

"I heard those two were at odds. Why is the boy spending money on her like it's water?"

He picked up the frost-covered thread, lost in his thoughts.

If she truly possesses a special constitution...

Then the innate talent of this girl might be beyond all comprehension!

"Master, a message has arrived from the Sect."

A medicine boy returned with a messenger falcon. He took the bamboo tube from its leg and offered the bird some dried meat.

The scroll was clearly labeled:

【For Elder Xue Jing of the Sixth Hall.】

After reading the contents, the man smacked his lips and looked toward the back of the clinic.

"We are returning to the Sect. Pack the alchemy furnace."

"Yes, Master."

The young boy nodded, ran to the backyard, and—with a grunt of exertion—lifted a massive dragon-tiger bronze furnace onto his small shoulders, spinning it into place with ease.

......

......

Meanwhile.

The busy night market was beginning to close down. The crowds were thinning, leaving only the flickering lamps to light the way. As the smell of street food faded, the stars finally became visible in the sky above.

"What a pity."

"I heard the snacks in Purple Sun Prefecture are legendary. I'll have to come earlier next time."

Holding two skewers of the city's famous willow-leaf grilled fish, Li Mo took a bite. It was tender and aromatic, with no fishy aftertaste and bones that were perfectly crunchy.

"Do you want some?"

Li Mo turned, offering her a skewer.

Ying Bing didn't even look at the food. Her eyes were fixed on the boy whose lips were covered in oil. A seed of doubt began to grow in her heart.

Since being reborn, she had expected everything to happen exactly as she remembered.

Yet he seemed to be the one variable she hadn't anticipated.

"Why?"

This was the first time Ying Bing had actually asked him a question of her own accord.

Li Mo, feeling cheerful, laughed:

"Force didn't get me anywhere, so I decided to try kindness instead."

"Who can say? Maybe you're the type who melts when treated well, and then—bam—you'll fall right for me?"

As soon as he said it, the atmosphere became awkward.

Ying Bing’s face didn't change at all; she clearly viewed his joke as nothing more than nonsense.

Of course, a human glacier like her wouldn't have a sense of humor...

"Take it easy, take it easy."

"You've put up with a lot of my nonsense in the past. Think of this as an apology, or an investment."

"It's only a few thousand taels, anyway. Once I enter the Clear Abyss Sect, that'll be pocket change to me."

Li Mo waved his hand, radiating self-assurance.

Regardless of his actual strength, he was certain of one thing—he would never be poor again.

Ying Bing’s brow furrowed slightly.

Where did he get such confidence?

In her previous life, Li Mo had barely managed to enter the outer Sect—his bone structure was completely average.

Yet here he was, seemingly delusional, imagining he would shock everyone in a few days...

"Whoosh—"

A gust of night wind blew past, causing the lanterns to flicker. Shadows danced across the boy's face, making his expression shift between light and dark.

Suddenly, Ying Bing went still.

A memory she had long forgotten came back to her—a version of herself from years ago.

She remembered kneeling before an Elder of the Clear Abyss Sect while a crowd laughed at her, swearing she would open her Meridians within six months.

Back then... what had given her that same kind of certainty?

"This debt... I will remember it."

Her clear voice had barely faded when—

【Investment successful. Item: Twelve Three-Line Pure Sun Pills.】

【Investment successful. Your words have influenced the target’s mental state.】

【This investment has altered the target’s destiny. Feedback rewards will be critically enhanced.】

【Congratulations, Host. You have earned a special feedback reward!】

"I changed her state of mind?"

Li Mo was confused. He hadn't said anything particularly deep.

But then he remembered she was the Child of Destiny—even a small push could lead to a massive realization.

A special feedback... a critical boost...

This felt like he had hit the jackpot!

"Are you sure you don't want any fish? It's really good."

"No."

"How about... here comes the flying fish~?"