Chapter 13: Encounter with the Policewoman Again

  Outside, the bright moon hangs high, and the chilly moonlight pours down, casting an eerie silence over the entire old house, making one's heart feel uneasy.

  Qin Lang sat cross-legged on the bed, without turning on the light. The atmosphere in the room was slightly gloomy, but he didn't seem to care about this. He silently calculated and deliberated in his mind, only then did he let out a slight sigh of relief.

  Daaa!

  A faint sound.

  Qin Lang turned on the light, and the soft glow made the room bright. His gaze wandered around until now, he finally had the mind to take a closer look at this room.

  The furnishings in the house are half new and half old, with a wooden bed, high and low cabinets, a writing desk, and a sewing machine, all bearing signs of age. If it weren't for the flat-screen TV, air conditioner, washing machine, and electric refrigerator, which are modern household appliances, one would really suspect that they were living in the last century.

  Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a photo frame hanging on the east wall, and he unconsciously got out of bed and walked over.

  This is an old-fashioned picture frame made of wood. Because it has been around for a long time, the tung oil on its surface has lost its original luster.

  There were two photos in the frame, one large and one small.

  The larger one is a photo of a young couple. The man is wearing a military uniform, looking strong and handsome. The woman is also wearing a military uniform, with a beautiful face, a sweet smile, and an elegant demeanor that bears some resemblance to Bai Wumei's.

  The little boy is holding a toy gun in his hand and smiling silly.

  Two photos were obviously taken in different eras, but they were pieced together by someone with ulterior motives and barely formed a family portrait.

  Memory told Qin Lang that the young couple was his biological parents in this body, and the boy who smiled foolishly was his childhood appearance.

  Qin Lang's eyes suddenly became deep and profound, he stared at the photo for a long time, not knowing why, every time his gaze fell on the woman in military uniform, his heart would surge with a bitter feeling, as if some emotion was stimulating his tear glands, making him feel like crying.

  Qin Lang took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions. After going through Mei Yu Yan's affairs, Qin Lang had realized that this was the original owner of the body having an influence on him.

  There is no doubt that Qin Lang has a very strong feeling towards his birth mother.

  He withdrew his gaze and Qin Lang began pacing around the room.

  Every step he took, every corner he turned, could evoke his memories and make him fully immersed in the fragments of life that Xiao Qinlang had lived in this old house.

  As he passed by the desk, Qin Lang suddenly stopped in his tracks. The letter paper pressed under the glass tabletop caught his attention once again.

  This is an essay, the date recorded was a summer eight years ago, and the title of the essay is "My Mother".

  Qin Lang read the content above, word by word, and the emotions he had been suppressing in his heart surged up again. The writing was very crude and childish, even the font was crooked, but it was written with great sincerity, and between the lines, one could see the thick feelings of missing his mother.

  There were still water stains on the letter paper, and it was unknown whether they were tears or sweat. Over time, they had turned yellow.

  Qin Lang seemed to see a silly boy in the summer, sweating and crying, drawing his love and fantasy for his mother stroke by stroke, pouring out his thoughts of his mother sentence by sentence.

  At this moment, Qin Lang was moved.

  Although he had been cultivating for nearly a thousand years and was no longer moved by external events, at this moment, he was inexplicably touched.

  He recalled his childhood, without parents, enduring hunger and cold, relying on begging for a living, often being beaten all over the body because of fighting with other beggars for a steamed bun.

  At that time he had countless times yearned to be like other children.

  I'm hungry, there's steaming hot food.

  It's cold, but I have my mother's hand-made cotton clothes and shoes, as well as my father's warm arms.

  Parents and a warm home, this is the most luxurious dream of that little beggar who crouched in the street corner on that cold night, watching the lights of thousands of families.

  It was just fate, that little beggar later grew up to be a top-tier alchemist who dominated the world, from then on he was high and mighty, with unlimited glory. The dream of that cold night became an eternal regret deeply buried by him, perhaps forgotten.

  As he finished reading the last word, Qin Lang's heart surged with emotions, and his foolish thoughts of his mother stirred up the deep-seated regrets in his soul, making him feel as if he was experiencing it all over again.

  His hand involuntarily stroked the letter paper through the glass, as if muttering to himself, and also as if comforting the soul that had already disappeared from his body. "Don't worry, since I've taken over your body, I'll definitely continue your life well. Your family, I'll help you take good care of them, your life, I'll help you manage it with heart. Maybe you were once ridiculed, maybe you were once bullied, maybe you suffered all kinds of injustices, but all that will pass. From now on, I'll make the name Qin Lang shine!"

  Just like a sworn oath, Qin Lang's words came to an end, and it also meant that he truly began to accept his current identity, accepting this mortal body.

  ……

  When it was broad daylight, Qin Lang went out of the door. Most of the shops on the street had already started business. He soon found a pharmacy.

  He dove in, but soon walked out in disappointment. Because the fourteen flavors of medicinal materials he reported were not only unavailable in the pharmacy, but even the teacher who grabbed the medicine had never heard of them.

  "Take another look."

  Shaking off his fatigue, Qin Lang continued searching for other households' medicine rooms.

  In this way, Qin Lang spent the whole morning running almost all the big and small pharmacies in Ping'an City, but the result was the same, none of the pharmacies had the medicinal materials he needed.

  In desperation, Qin Lang even reported some simple medicinal materials he had used when refining Dan, but those grasping medicine masters still unanimously told Qin Lang that there were absolutely no such names in traditional Chinese medicine.

  "How could this be?"

  Qin Lang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. The thing he was most worried about and least willing to happen had happened after all.

  If the world really didn't have those elixir materials from the Dan Ding Continent, it wouldn't just be that he couldn't refine the Fourteen Sons Strengthening Tendon Soup now. More seriously, he would even be unable to restore his own cultivation, unable to refine elixirs again, let alone achieve his ultimate goal of refining the Silent Extinction Elixir.

  At the thought of this, Qin Lang felt a little disheartened and wandered aimlessly on the streets, as if he had lost his way.

  Ouch!

  The sound of screeching brakes suddenly rang out.

  A speeding electric tricycle almost hit Qin Lang, who was lost in thought. Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly and braked in time, avoiding hitting him.

  The man riding the bicycle was a middle-aged man, who carefully checked the pot of chrysanthemum on the pedal and then scolded Qin Lang: "You blind kid, how do you walk? Look, almost knocked over my newly bought pot of chrysanthemum."

  "Huh?" Qin Lang came back to his senses and raised an eyebrow: "What kind of flower is this you're talking about?"

  "Chrysanthemum, are you stupid? You've grown up so big and haven't even seen a chrysanthemum before?" The middle-aged man scolded with a mixture of laughter and anger as he saw Qin Lang's confused face.

  Chrysanthemum... Chrysanthemum flower?

  Qin Lang was stunned, he measured it for half a day, but no matter how he looked at it, this was a relatively common medicinal material on the Dan Ding continent, called Qian Ban Cao, how did it become chrysanthemum in the middle-aged man's mouth?

  At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and Qin Lang suddenly burst out laughing: "Haha haha haha, I know, I know..."

  The middle-aged man was frightened by Qin Lang's sudden crazy behavior, and secretly thought: "My goodness, this kid is actually mentally ill, I'd better hurry up and leave, don't get entangled with this fool."

  Thinking of this, the middle-aged man quickly started the electric bike and slipped away.

  Qin Lang didn't care about this person anymore, as he was now fully excited because he thought of a problem that had been neglected by him all along, which was the cultural difference between people from two worlds.

  To put it simply, those medicinal materials on the Dan Ding continent may not necessarily be non-existent in this world, but rather have different names, uses, or forms.

  He went to the pharmacy in this world with the name of the material he was familiar with on the Dan Ding continent, and naturally got nothing.

  Having thought it through, Qin Lang immediately had an idea and rushed to Ping'an No. 1 Middle School without stopping his horse.

  When I arrived at school, it was already noon. At this time, except for some boarding students, there were basically no students moving around in the campus.

  Qin Lang followed his memory and rushed straight to the school library.

  The library of Ping'an No. 1 Middle School was newly built just a year ago, funded by a Hong Kong tycoon. Its scale and collection are currently the best in Ping'an City, not only for students of Ping'an No. 1 Middle School but also many outsiders have applied for a library card to borrow books here.

  Because the library is open all day, although it's noon, it doesn't close, but there are very few people, only a handful.

  Qin Lang went in and handed over his student ID to complete the formalities, then he went to the computer to select books.

  Before long, Qin Lang took the printed documents and exchanged them for a stack of books from the administrator. He found a seat, sat down, and transformed into a diligent student, immersing himself in the ocean of knowledge.

  Until it was time for afternoon classes, the librarian came over and Qin Lang's intense studying finally came to an end.

  The librarian came over to remind Qin Lang to pay attention to the time and go to class.

  In fact, the librarian had noticed Qin Lang for a long time. From the moment Qin Lang entered the library to when he picked up a stack of books, his actions had captivated him.

  When he found out that this silly-looking boy had actually flipped through a stack of books at an incredible speed, finishing one batch and moving on to another in no time, his curiosity was piqued and he couldn't help but wonder whether this boy was a genius or just killing time in the library.

  Unfortunately, the administrator didn't come to work yesterday, so he also missed the hijacking incident that occurred on campus. Otherwise, maybe he could have recognized Qin Lang as the unlucky kid who was hijacked yesterday.

  "I don't have classes." Qin Lang shook his head and refused the administrator's eviction, he was eager to learn, where would he waste time going to class.

  But the librarian ignored him, looking at Qin Lang's appearance, he had already determined that the boy in front of him was a student who used reading books as an excuse to escape class. So he solemnly issued an eviction order: "Your student ID says you're a third-year high school student, how could you not have classes? Among all the students in this school, it's precisely your third-year high school students who are under the most pressure to study. I advise you to seize the last bit of time and work hard, strive for good grades on the college entrance exam."

  Qin Lang furrowed his brow and said somewhat impatiently: "I've already asked for leave, I don't need to go to class, please don't come disturb me."

  The librarian, seeing that her efforts to persuade him were in vain, simply put on a stern face and said: "If you want to ask for leave, bring me the leave slip with your class teacher's signature; otherwise, you must leave."

  Qin Lang was really helpless with this stubborn administrator. If it weren't for the library's rules, which only allowed borrowing two books at a time, he would have wanted to borrow a whole basket of books and take them home to read slowly.

  Now he had to hold back his temper and stood up saying: "Alright, I'll go get the leave application form for you."

  As soon as he left the library, Qin Lang rushed to the teacher's office building. He didn't expect that when he pushed open the door of their class teacher's office, he saw a familiar figure.

  "How did you end up here?" Qin Lang was taken aback.

  What he saw was not someone else, but Bai Wuxia, the police flower who had close contact with her yesterday.