So he had to rely on external help, first making use of the system—maybe he could get something to heal his injuries through check-ins or the lottery. However, Henry Grant recalled the previous eight “thank you for participating” results and knew he might have the bloodline of a non-lucky person, so he couldn’t pin his hopes on the system.

Aside from the system, in the whole world, there were only two people who might be able to heal his injuries in a short time.

There were two people in the world whose medical skills were transcendent, known as the Medicine King of the North and the Divine Doctor of the South.

The Medicine King of the North was the master of the Medicine King Valley, Herb King.

The Divine Doctor of the South, who was also known as the Killer Doctor, was Eric Price.

In today’s world, no one’s medical skills surpassed these two.

Among them, the Killer Doctor was from the demonic path and had long been active in the southern regions controlled by the demonic sects, so he couldn’t be relied upon. That left Henry Grant with only the Medicine King of the North, the master of the Medicine King Valley, Herb King.

Chapter 13: The Simple and Dull Life of a Feudal Aristocrat

Herb King and the Killer Doctor Eric Price, one in the south and one in the north, one righteous and one demonic, were considered the top medical experts of their time. Countless powerful figures had benefited from their skills.

This was a world with a miraculous cultivation system, where people’s physical qualities far surpassed those of ordinary humans on Earth.

Especially for a cultivation expert like Henry Grant, even if he suffered a deep, bone-revealing wound, as long as no special energy was attached to it, he could recover most of it in an instant.

Normally, there was no need to seek out a doctor. Many people, after being ill for a long time, became skilled in medicine themselves and could handle ordinary injuries on their own. But if someone had to seek out these two, it usually meant they were gravely injured.

So, Herb King and the Killer Doctor had essentially saved the lives of many of the top experts and renowned figures of their era.

It’s easy to imagine how influential the two of them were!

From the memories of his predecessor, Henry Grant also knew that his predecessor had interacted with Herb King—to be precise, they had a life-and-death friendship.

His predecessor had once rescued Herb King from the hands of an enemy. Although Herb King had traveled the world practicing medicine and saved many people, he had also made many enemies.

For every person he saved, there would be someone who hated Herb King to the bone.

The two had a good relationship. Even the Seven-Day Death Pill in his predecessor’s hand was obtained from Herb King. It was an ancient pill recipe that Herb King had come across by chance, and he had only refined one batch, just a few pills, one of which ended up with his predecessor.

After all, whoever took this pill would die, so many people were wary of it and didn’t want it. That’s why Herb King didn’t make more.

“My predecessor had a life-and-death friendship with Herb King, so seeking his help for treatment shouldn’t be a problem!” Henry Grant thought to himself.

If, before, the original Henry Grant was most afraid of some reckless brute charging up to him and exposing his paper tiger facade,

Now things were different. With six thousand luck points in hand, Henry Grant finally had the confidence to take risks. At least, ordinary brutes were no longer enough to faze him.

Besides, to Henry Grant, those brutes were not just threats—they were high-quality sheep, ready to be fleeced and eaten.

But how to lure these fat sheep into the pen was the real question. He had just used his aura to defeat the sword fanatic Shi Yi, and once the news spread, it would surely make many people tremble in fear.

Many who were itching to make a move would now suppress their thoughts and lie low, watching and waiting.

Now, he needed an opportunity to draw these people out. Moreover, the traitors within the Taichu Sect also needed a chance to reveal themselves.

As the grand sect master sitting in the Taichu Sect, how many people would dare risk their necks to come after him? But if he left the sect, everything would be different.

It was like a courtesan dressed up flamboyantly, just short of shouting, “Come on, gentlemen!”

Right now, many people were probably just waiting for the chance for Henry Grant to leave the heavily guarded Taichu Sect.

“Since you all want an opportunity, I’ll give you one!” Henry Grant muttered to himself. “Don’t let me down!”

In his mind’s eye, Henry Grant saw many fat sheep jumping into an automated slaughterhouse—some to be fleeced, some to be killed for meat, with countless luck points rushing toward him.

Wonderful!

Thinking of this, Henry Grant immediately summoned Little Grace, who was waiting outside the hall.

“What are your orders, my lord?” Little Grace asked respectfully.

“I’m going on a trip, to the Medicine King Valley!” Henry Grant said.

“Understood, your servant will make the arrangements at once!” Little Grace didn’t ask what Henry Grant was going to do.

Looking at Little Grace, Henry Grant said, “But you don’t need to come. Stay in the sect and keep an eye on things for me. See if anyone is plotting rebellion!”

“But my lord can’t be without attendants!” Little Grace said hurriedly.

Henry Grant waved his hand and said, “This time, Harbor will go with me, and Scarlett will come along as well. The rest of the staff will stay with you. Be sure to keep an eye on the Nine-Lives Cat Demon King in the Heavenly Prison. If anyone dares to act out of line or tries to break into the prison, capture them—no matter who it is, take them down and wait for my return to deal with them!”

Henry Grant put Little Grace in charge of the Intelligence Hall, making her the head of the hall—not just to let her eat for free.

“With Miss Scarlett accompanying you, I can rest assured!”