"Get lost, and remember, if you come to my family's barbecue stall looking for trouble again, it won't be as comfortable as this time."
After securing the money, Qin Yang glanced coldly at the five bald men and said.
"I wouldn't dare, Young Master Qin, I won't dare again..."
Upon hearing this, cold sweat dripped down the bald man's forehead. Just now, the experience was worse than death for him; he never wants to experience it again in his life.
After speaking, the five bald men slinked away swiftly.
"Mom, let's not set up the stall today, we'll head home."
Glancing at the messy barbecue stall, Qin Yang said to Cheng Suqin.
Cheng Suqin nodded; today's stall couldn't be set up anymore.
Right after, Qin Yang went over to right the tables and chairs, starting to tidy up the messy stall while Cheng Suqin also went over to pick up the plates on the ground.
Ruan Xinxue did not leave; she stayed behind.
"Auntie, let me help you too," said Ruan Xinxue.
"This..."
Cheng Suqin was a bit stunned, scrutinizing the pretty girl in front of her.
She could tell at a glance that the girl's clothing and demeanor were extraordinary, not to mention her good looks, and she had no idea what relationship she had with Yangyang.
Usually, those girls would avoid Yangyang, but this girl even boldly sat at a table with him and helped them clean the stall.
Seeing this, Qin Yang slightly furrowed his brow.
Meanwhile, Ruan Xinxue had already started picking up plates from the ground, and after a moment of silence, Qin Yang didn't say anything.
The three of them cleaned up the stall together, putting some necessities onto a small cart.
Cheng Suqin glanced at Ruan Xinxue; the girl in front of her was beautiful and gentle, clearly here for Yangyang, and she wasn't old-fashioned.
If this girl could fancy Yangyang, it would undoubtedly be a wonderful thing.
"Yangyang, Mom's heading back first. You stay and chat with the girl, and don't bully her."
Cheng Suqin winked at Qin Yang, reminding him, then looked at Ruan Xinxue.
"Young lady, come visit our home sometime; Auntie will make you something delicious."
Cheng Suqin said.
"Okay, thank you, Auntie."
Ruan Xinxue replied with a smile.
After Cheng Suqin left, Ruan Xinxue's gaze fell on Qin Yang.
"Little Healer, can you help treat my grandpa's illness?"
Ruan Xinxue's beautiful eyes contained a hint of plea as she asked.
"In light of your help cleaning our barbecue stall, come find me at school tomorrow."
Qin Yang glanced at Ruan Xinxue and said.
If Qin Yang refused, this girl would likely pester him every day. He couldn't very well punch her, especially since she just helped clean up the barbecue stall, and her alabaster hands still had quite a bit of grease.
Upon hearing this, Ruan Xinxue's eyes immediately brightened.
"Thank you, Little Healer."
Ruan Xinxue expressed her excitement and gratitude.
"Alright, I'm heading back."
Qin Yang nodded, carrying the medicinal herbs as he walked towards home. Currently, he most wanted to brew medicinal cuisine and cultivate.
Qin Yang's home was in an old apartment building from the 1990s, a two-bedroom, one-living room setup, covering about eighty square meters, but the home was kept extremely clean and tidy.
"Yangyang, you really frightened Mom today; you can't just fight with others so easily in the future," Cheng Suqin said upon returning home.
"Got it."
Qin Yang replied with a smile. In the future, with mana, he wouldn't need to fight those guys anymore.
"The college entrance exam is coming up. Spend more effort on your studies."
Cheng Suqin urged.
Even though she knew Qin Yang's academic performance made it hard to even get into a vocational college, deep down, she still held a sliver of hope for her son.
"Mom, don't worry; I promise I'll definitely get into a top university."
Qin Yang assured. With his powerful memory as a Cultivator, he could swiftly remember the vast information of spell books, let alone the thin books in this world.
Hearing this, Cheng Suqin's face bore a trace of a smile. Although she knew what Qin Yang said was nearly impossible, she still felt a tinge of comfort inside.
"Yangyang, what's in that big bag you're carrying?"
Cheng Suqin looked at the bag Qin Yang was holding and suddenly asked.
"Oh, it's some Chinese medicine. I've been feeling a bit weak these past few days, so I bought some to boost my health."
Qin Yang looked down at the bag in his hand and responded with a smile.
"Feeling weak?" Cheng Suqin paused slightly, "You were just brimming with energy during the fight, how could you be weak? You can't just take medicine arbitrarily."
It took Qin Yang a lot of talking to ease his mother's doubts, then he found a clay pot.
At home, there was an old hen that's been plucked, and he put Qi-enhancing herbs like Danggui, Fuling, Rehmannia, roasted licorice, and cinnamon bark into the clay pot, stewing them with the hen, adding some Shaoxing wine for flavor.
After an hour, a rich aroma wafted from the clay pot, making one's mouth water.
"Sadly, these ingredients are too ordinary; even a wild ginseng would be better," Qin Yang sighed.
Another half an hour later, after the food and old hen were completely stewed, Qin Yang took the pot and had a satisfying meal, even swallowing all the herbal residue.
The potent medicinal energy spread through his body. If an ordinary person consumed Chinese medicine like this, they would either bleed from the seven orifices or end up lying in a hospital.
Qin Yang sat cross-legged on his bed, forming hand seals with both hands, and began to operate the cultivation spell he used on the Immortal Yuan Continent—the Nine Revolutions Star Technique.
This spell was obtained by his master from an ancient relic.
Besides absorbing Spiritual Energy between Heaven and Earth, it could also draw the Power of the Stars at night when stars filled the sky, making it an extremely profound spell.
As the Nine Revolutions Star Technique operated, the medicinal power within Qin Yang began to circulate along his meridians, improving his physique.
If anyone were here, they would see that Qin Yang's skin appeared red at this moment, with steam rising from his head.
Black impurities began to be expelled from his bones and muscles under the influence of the medicinal power, sticking to his clothes and giving off a pungent odor.
"Phew!"
Two hours later, Qin Yang exhaled a puff of white breath and slowly opened his eyes, a streak of brilliance flashing within them.
"Ha!"
Qin Yang stood up, clenched his right fist, and punched into the air.
"My strength has increased by twice the original amount."
Qin Yang mused inwardly, but solely relying on these ordinary herbs, consuming them this way would take at least three more months to accumulate mana. It's a bit too long; seems like a way must be found to acquire one or two hundred-year-old wild ginseng, reishi, and the like.
"There's indeed some impurities expelled, a bit smelly, need to take a bath."
Qin Yang frowned slightly.
Outside the window, the night was deep. After taking a bath, Qin Yang lay on the bed and slept comfortably.
The next day, as dawn broke, Qin Yang woke up, did two hundred push-ups in his bedroom, and ran several laps around the yard.
Upon returning home, Cheng Suqin had already prepared breakfast.
"Yangyang, after eating, head to school," Cheng Suqin reminded before heading out to the stall.
"School, huh?"
Drinking congee, Qin Yang's eyes brightened slightly. Well, in his past life, he was solely focused on Immortal Cultivation, missing out on many things. Since being transported to this Earth, he should well experience the life of this world.
Cultivating the immortal path also requires experiences in the mundane.