Although James Thompson still hasn't remembered how his previous self died, it's obvious without even thinking that it definitely wasn't a normal incident.

James Thompson's dream is to become a cultivator who can summon wind and rain, swallow clouds and mist. This was his childhood dream, and it remains so now.

This magical world has made his once unrealistic dream possible.

However, as for how to step into the world of cultivation, he still has no clue, and the former James Thompson had never come into contact with any of this either.

Although he doesn't want to be a constable for his whole life, at least for now, he still needs to diligently do his job. First, it's his only source of income; second, there are clearly cultivators in the county office, which is currently James Thompson's only opportunity to get in touch with this field.

"Ahem!"

James Thompson covered his mouth and coughed a few times, feeling a bit worried. It seemed like he had caught a cold. In the modern world, this wouldn't be a serious illness, but here, it could be fatal.

Not only that, over these three days, James Thompson discovered that perhaps because he had come back to life after dying, his current body seemed to have some other issues as well.

He wanted to see a doctor, but right now he didn't have a single coin. The twenty coins he borrowed from Michael Bolton and David Thompson two days ago were all spent on food. If he didn't get his monthly salary soon, he'd run out of food tomorrow.

Just as this thought arose in his mind, there was a knock at the door.

James Thompson walked over and opened the courtyard gate. Standing outside wasn't Michael Bolton or David Thompson, but a woman.

The woman was tall, with elegant brows and star-like eyes, her appearance beautiful and outstanding, though her expression was a bit cold. Dressed in a plain blue robe, she stood calmly outside the door.

Within the borders of Zhou Kingdom, although it is mainly inhabited by humans, there are often demons and ghosts causing trouble. Ordinary people can't deal with these evil beings, so every government office has resident cultivators.

They are either appointed by the court or are disciples from major cultivation sects sent to gain worldly experience. James Thompson didn't know much about this woman, only that her name was Emily Thompson, she was a cultivator, and also his direct superior.

James Thompson, Michael Bolton, and David Thompson are all directly under Emily Thompson's command.

Seeing the gate open, Emily Thompson handed a heavy cloth bag to James Thompson and said, "This is your salary for two months. One month is compensation for you."

A constable of James Thompson's rank receives a monthly salary of five hundred coins, so two months is one thousand coins. After returning seventy coins to Michael Bolton and David Thompson, there would still be plenty left. If he was frugal, he wouldn't have to worry about running out of food for a long time.

James Thompson took the money pouch and politely said, "Thank you, boss... ahem!"

Emily Thompson glanced at him and asked, "Are you sick?"

James Thompson nodded and said, "I think I caught a bit of a cold. I'll go get some medicine in a while."

Emily Thompson took a folded talisman from her waist and handed it to him, saying, "Dissolve it in water and drink it. You'll recover."

After James Thompson took the talisman, she left without looking back.

James Thompson watched her leave. Although this female superior was a bit cold, she genuinely cared for her subordinates. He held the talisman, examining it up and down several times, but couldn't figure out anything special about it.

In the end, James Thompson fetched a bowl of water, burned the talisman, threw it into the water, and drank it all in one go.

He immediately felt a warm current spread from his throat to every corner of his body. After a shiver, he instantly felt much lighter.

"So magical..." James Thompson couldn't help but exclaim, marveling in his heart.

If he had this kind of ability, wouldn't he be immune to all diseases in the future?

He wondered if cultivation could eliminate the need for food. If so, he could even save on meal expenses...

James Thompson didn't know whether cultivators needed to eat, but he himself would get hungry if he missed a meal. He had spent twenty coins on a little rice and had been drinking plain porridge for three days. Now that his purse was a bit fuller, he naturally wanted to improve his meals.

For today's lunch, James Thompson didn't plan to cook at home. Although Yangqiu County wasn't big, it was a transportation hub, and there were quite a few restaurants in town. James Thompson picked the nearest small restaurant, ordered a pot of tea and a few side dishes.

Although the food at the restaurant couldn't compare to the various delicacies of the modern world, it was much better than plain porridge and hospital meals. After eating, James Thompson went to a clinic.

These past few days, his body had shown some symptoms—not only insomnia and frequent dreams, but also occasional chest tightness and shortness of breath, and a dazed mind. After drinking that bowl of talisman water, these symptoms had eased somewhat, but hadn't completely disappeared, so he still planned to see a doctor.

A moment later, inside the clinic, an elderly man with white hair and beard withdrew his fingers from James Thompson's wrist and said, "Young master's pulse is strong. It doesn't seem like you're ill. Where exactly do you feel unwell?"

James Thompson thought for a moment and said, "Lately, I haven't been able to sleep at night, sometimes feel chest tightness, have trouble concentrating, and often get distracted..."

After pondering for a moment, the old man picked up his brush and wrote a prescription, saying, "For now, I'll prescribe you a calming and soothing formula. Take it for a few doses and see how it works..."

His symptoms weren't very serious, but after his previous life's experience, James Thompson became extremely concerned about his health. After all, this body had died once already. Having come back to life, who knows if there are any hidden ailments left behind.