Over the next two days, Song Wen noticed a significant improvement in his meals.

Precious herbs such as ginseng, codonopsis, and astragalus were present in every meal. In addition, there were many medicinal soups to replenish his Qi and blood.

By the morning of the second day, Song Wen's body had mostly recovered, though his kidneys still felt a bit weak.

Song Wen woke up early; he planned to go outside for a stroll today.

Jiyin had given him a token, so it would be a waste not to use it. He had been locked in this courtyard for two months; it was time to go out and take a look.

Exiting his room, Song Wen saw that around a hundred young men and women had gathered in the wing's courtyard once again.

"Alas! How did I transmigrate into a world with absolutely no human rights?"

As Song Wen passed through the courtyard to head for the main gate, a voice from behind suddenly called out to stop him.

"Song Wen, where are you going?"

It was Jiyin. He was just preparing to explain to the newcomers how to cultivate the Everlasting Longevity Art.

Song Wen was somewhat speechless. How did he run into Jiyin so early in the morning?

However, with his life in the other party's grasp, Song Wen had no room to resist. He could only comply, walking to Jiyin's side and respectfully replying.

"Reporting to Master, I plan to go outside for a stroll."

Jiyin nodded, his face carrying an amiable expression. "It is good to go out for a walk."

Jiyin turned his head, faced the crowd of young people, and declared loudly.

"This is Song Wen, my eldest disciple. He has cultivated by my side for two months. As long as you cultivate diligently, you too can become my personal disciples, just like Song Wen. Once you possess immortal arts, rising above others to attain wealth and glory will naturally be a given."

Jiyin's impassioned speech made the blood of the young people present boil with excitement and enthusiasm.

Song Wen, on the other hand, was left somewhat speechless. How had he suddenly become Jiyin's prop for bewitching hearts?

"Come, say a few words to your future Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters," Jiyin instructed Song Wen from the side.

Even though Song Wen had a thousand reasons to refuse in his heart, for the sake of his own life, he dared not openly contradict Jiyin here.

A warm smile surfaced on his face.

"Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, I hope you will diligently learn and cultivate under Master. As long as you successfully draw Qi into your bodies, you will be like the carp that leaps over the dragon gate, transforming into dragons at the first encounter of wind and rain. Being able to cultivate under Master is a blessing you have earned over a hundred lifetimes. It is your best chance to change your destiny in this life. I hope you will cherish it well and not miss this excellent opportunity."

At the same time, Song Wen muttered in his heart.

Sorry everyone. Better a dead Fellow Daoist than a dead poor Daoist. The faster you draw Qi into your bodies, the lower my chances of being dragged away for pill testing.

"Mm!"

Jiyin nodded in satisfaction. "Well said! With the token I gave you, you can withdraw five hundred taels of silver from the accounts room every month."

Song Wen bowed in reply. "Thank you, Master. This disciple will take his leave."

After speaking, Song Wen headed for the courtyard gate.

With Jiyin's token, Song Wen encountered no obstacles along the way, and most people showed him a great deal of respect.

After asking for directions several times, Song Wen smoothly arrived at the Heavenly Fiend Gang's accounts room.

Song Wen had no intention of saving money for the Heavenly Fiend Gang. He withdrew the maximum limit of silver.

Four one-hundred-tael silver notes, nine ten-tael silver notes, and ten taels of loose silver.

Five hundred taels of silver was undoubtedly a massive sum in the current Qian Kingdom. Just one tael of silver was enough to sustain an ordinary family of three for an entire month.

Carrying this massive fortune, Song Wen walked out of the Heavenly Fiend Gang with brisk steps.

The streets of Yancheng were bustling with people coming and going. The crowded throng was incredibly lively.

As Song Wen strolled around, he occasionally bought some street food. He had discovered that his appetite had grown significantly since he began Qi Condensation.

There were many roadside performances that the transmigrated Song Wen had never seen before, causing him to stop and watch from time to time. When he was particularly entertained, he would toss a few pieces of loose silver as a reward, which spurred the performers to put even more effort into their acts.

For the entire morning, Song Wen wandered through Yancheng, traversing nearly half the city.

After casually finding a street stall to settle his lunch, Song Wen walked into a medical hall.

Although Song Wen appeared to be idly strolling all morning, he had actually been secretly memorizing the locations of several large medical halls. He needed to visit them to inquire about the Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill.

Worried that Jiyin might have sent someone to follow him, he hadn't dared to enter a clinic rashly.

Only after observing his surroundings all morning and confirming there was no tail behind him did he feel relieved enough to enter the medical hall. However, this also cast a shadow over his heart. For Jiyin to let him out so boldly, the poison of the Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill was likely extremely difficult to cure.

Entering a medical hall named Apricot Grove Hall, Song Wen spoke to a white-haired elder.

Based on Song Wen's prior inquiries, this old man was named Xue Tao. He was a rather famous divine physician in Yancheng who specialized in complex and difficult illnesses. People seeking his treatment came in an endless stream. However, this man was incredibly greedy and charged exorbitant fees. Ordinary families seeking medical help could never afford him.

In order to consult him, Song Wen had just paid ten taels of silver. Whether Xue Tao could cure him or not, this silver was non-refundable.

"Divine Physician Xue, I have been poisoned. Please help me detoxify it," Song Wen said.

Xue Tao nodded and said, "Extend your left hand. This old man will check your pulse."

Song Wen naturally had no objections and complied.

After taking the pulse for a moment, Xue Tao's brows knitted tightly.

"Switch to your right hand."

After checking the pulse in both of Song Wen's hands, and examining the coating on his tongue and the whites of his eyes, Xue Tao spoke.

"From what this old man can see, you have suffered a massive loss of essence blood recently, leading to a severe deficiency in your Qi and blood. However, there are absolutely no signs of poisoning."

Song Wen couldn't help but feel disappointed. "Divine Physician Xue, please examine me carefully once more. I am absolutely certain I have been poisoned."

Xue Tao replied, "This old man has practiced medicine for decades and treated countless poisoned individuals, but I simply cannot find any trace of poison in your body. If you truly are poisoned, I am afraid it is beyond my ability to cure. You will have to seek out another famous physician."

Hearing this, Song Wen thought to himself: Sure enough, just as expected. The Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill isn't going to be that easy to cure.

He subsequently visited five more medical halls. Every single physician came to the exact same conclusion: there were no signs of poison in his body.

This left Song Wen feeling somewhat dejected.

It seems that if I want to cure this poison, I'll have to start from within the Heavenly Fiend Gang.

Song Wen remembered that when Jiyin forced him to take the Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill, he had inadvertently revealed that the poison originated from the Heavenly Fiend Gang.