Chapter 1698: What’s that sound?

Ye Bufan finally came to his senses, smiling awkwardly, “Um… Miss, can you find me some clothes first?”

“Alright, wait a moment, I’ll go get them now.”

The woman said, stepping out of the room. As she walked past, Ye Bufan glanced at her back and couldn't help but freeze.

The woman’s clothes were very wet, most of it on her back. Now, the damp clothes clung to her body, revealing her exquisite curves completely.

Previously, he was too nervous to think much, but now that he had relaxed, seeing such a stimulating sight, the bathtub fragment in front of him suddenly made a thud.

The room was extremely quiet, so the sound seemed very abrupt and jarring.

The woman didn't know what had happened and looked back at him, “What’s wrong? What was that sound?”

“Um… nothing, my stomach just isn’t feeling well…”

Ye Bufan’s old face turned beet red. In his helplessness, he could only shift the blame from the front to the back. Although farting was also a very embarrassing thing, it was much better than the truth.

Two blushes also flew onto the woman’s fair cheeks. She didn't ask again and quickly walked out the door.

Seeing her leave, Ye Bufan finally let out a long sigh of relief, but then his heart tightened again.

Now in a strange place, and without any Cultivation, he felt extremely insecure.

He didn't know if what the woman said was true. What if she thought he was a hooligan and was just using a delaying tactic, and would go outside to call people over? Then he would be in trouble.

But now he had no other choice. He couldn't go out, so he could only stand there and wait.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before the door opened again, and the woman walked in, holding a set of coarse gray robes.

“These are the Shopkeeper’s clothes. They’re about your size, so just make do with them for now.”

The woman finished speaking, threw the clothes to him, and then turned around.

Ye Bufan naturally had no objections. At this point, any cloth was good, so how could he be picky about the quality of the clothes?

It was just his first time wearing such a robe, and he was a bit unaccustomed to it. It took him a while to finally put it on.

“Alright.”

Ye Bufan looked at the woman in front of him and said, “Um… thank you.”

He was truly grateful. If she hadn't been so understanding, his current situation would have been extremely awkward.

“It’s nothing,” the woman said, turning around.

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“Young man, what’s your name?”

“Ye Bufan.”

“My name is Su Caiwei.” The woman gave a simple self-introduction, then asked, “How exactly did you get here? What happened?”

“It’s like this…” Ye Bufan brought out the story he had just thought up. “I’m an orphan. My Master took me into the mountains to Cultivate since I was little.

But just now, I was bathing in a small lake, and somehow I was suddenly sucked down, and then I appeared here. I don't know what’s going on.”

He couldn't explain his identity clearly, so he could only fabricate a nonexistent Master and a history of Cultivating in the mountains, otherwise, it would be impossible to explain.

“Oh!”

Su Caiwei nodded after listening, her expression very calm, showing no surprise.

This, in turn, made Ye Bufan uneasy. He asked, “Don’t you find it strange? Why aren’t you surprised at all?”

“What’s so strange? This kind of thing happens often on the Kunlun Continent, it’s just that your location and time of appearance are a bit special…”

As Su Caiwei spoke, she thought of being seen by the man in front of her while bathing, and her fair cheeks flushed again.

Ye Bufan, however, didn't pay attention to this. He asked with full shock, “Miss Su, you said this is the Kunlun Continent?”

He was caught by that True Qi hand and pulled into the Seal of the Kunlun Immortal Realm. This place was also called the Kunlun Continent. Could it be that he was brought into the Kunlun Immortal Realm?

“Yes, don’t you know?”

This time, Su Caiwei showed a hint of surprise.

“Um… didn’t I say? My Master took me into the mountains when I was very young. I don’t even know what the place I live in is called.”

Ye Bufan suppressed his shock, secretly thankful for the reason he had just fabricated, which perfectly covered his flaws.

Then he tentatively said, “But I seem to have heard my Master say when I was little that the place we live in is called the Kunlun Immortal Realm. Is it the same place as the Kunlun Continent?”

Su Caiwei said, “It’s the same place. People from the big Schools call it the Kunlun Immortal Realm, but we ordinary people are more accustomed to calling it the Kunlun Continent.”

Ye Bufan was now certain that although he had escaped that True Qi hand, he was still sent to the Kunlun Immortal Realm.

He just didn't know where Situ Dianmo and the others were teleported to. Logically, they should also be in the Kunlun Immortal Realm.

Originally, he had many questions to ask, but

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he felt that he shouldn't say too much now. Before he had the ability to protect himself, he should hide his identity as much as possible, so he swallowed the remaining questions.

He then said, “Miss Su, you just said you’re a doctor. Can you help me with my Medical skill?”

“Of course, doctors are here to treat people. Where do you feel unwell?”

Su Caiwei motioned for Ye Bufan to sit down beside her, then reached out and took his pulse. A wisp of True Qi flowed through his pulse.

“You’re a Martial Artist?”

Ye Bufan asked with some surprise.

Now that he had lost his Divine Sense, he couldn't see through things as before, and this woman had just appeared extremely delicate, not like a Martial Artist.

“This is our family’s Cultivation Technique. Strictly speaking, it’s not Martial Dao; it’s just to better treat people.”

After explaining, Su Caiwei began to seriously take his pulse.

Ye Bufan nodded slightly. He originally practiced ancient Chinese medicine, so he wasn't too surprised by this.

After a full two or three minutes, Su Caiwei withdrew her hand and said doubtfully, “Your body is very good; there are no problems at all.”

Ye Bufan shook his head inwardly. It seemed this woman’s Medical skill was still a bit lacking.

“My Mental Energy is damaged; the problem is here.”

He raised his hand and pointed to his forehead.

“So that’s it, no wonder I couldn’t tell.” Su Caiwei then said with a troubled expression, “But my Medical skill is limited; I can’t treat your condition.

Only Grandpa at our medical hall can treat it, but unfortunately, he’s ill.”

Her expression dimmed as she spoke.

Ye Bufan said, “It’s okay, I can teach you.”

Su Caiwei’s delicate face showed a look of astonishment: “What? You teach me? Do you also know Medical skill?”

“I learned a bit from my Master.” Ye Bufan asked, “Can you use Qi to manipulate needles?”

“I can use Qi to manipulate needles, but Grandpa said that treating Mental Energy damage requires extremely high Medical skill, so can this really work?”

Su Caiwei still couldn't quite believe it.

Ye Bufan nodded affirmatively: “As long as you do as I say, without any deviation, it will be fine.”

“Alright then, wait for me.”

Seeing his confidence, Su Caiwei said no more. She turned and walked out of the room, and soon returned with a needle bag.