Zhong Shenxiu was somewhat taken aback to find this little girl stood a good half-head taller than him; just moments ago, when she was curled up, he hadn't thought she was that tall at all.

Sigh~ Zhong Shenxiu was once again struck by a pang of inferiority regarding his own stature.

Looking at the girl who was clearly strong-willed and by no means delicate, Zhong Shenxiu let out a silent sigh, realizing that in her current state, walking on her own was impossible; it seemed he would have to carry her.

"Climb on!" Zhong Shenxiu commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

The little girl dared not disobey and reluctantly draped herself over Zhong Shenxiu's back.

Despite being slightly taller than Zhong Shenxiu, the girl weighed very little. He estimated her weight on his back to be around thirty catties, perfectly fitting the standard of a truly slender girl.

Seeing the pair about to leave, a Necromancer immediately stepped forward and hastily called out, "Master, please wait!"

Master? Since when had he become a Master again??

"What is it?" Zhong Shenxiu asked, his voice flat.

"I am Faraday. Might I trouble the Master to speak further?"

"Very well, where shall we talk?" Zhong Shenxiu looked around at the crowd of surrounding Necromancers; he truly wasn't accustomed to this—usually, he was the one scrutinizing others, never the one being scrutinized.

"Master, this way please!" Faraday respectfully ushered Zhong Shenxiu into a private room.

Joining Zhong Shenxiu and the girl in the room, besides Faraday, were three other Necromancers.

"Just say what you need to say," Zhong Shenxiu spoke first, his tone effortlessly composed.

"It's nothing grand, only that we were deeply impressed by the Master's unique and ingenious methods today. We wonder if the Master might grace us with a bit of guidance." Faraday spoke with utmost humility, and there was even a hint of apprehension in his expression.

"Guiding you is no issue. The issue is, what benefit do I reap from guiding you?" Zhong Shenxiu had always been direct, disliking beating around the bush. Of course, another of his defining traits was that he was only ever the one to gain advantage, never the one to be taken advantage of.

Gah~~~ Faraday was so taken aback by the question that he momentarily lost his power of speech.

The other three Necromancers looked at each other, equally undecided on how to proceed.

Seeing their silence, Zhong Shenxiu couldn't be bothered to waste any more time. "How about this: you take your time to think it over, and tell me when you have an answer. I have pressing matters elsewhere and will be returning."

As Zhong Shenxiu stood up, signaling his intent to leave, Faraday quickly interjected, "Master, please stay! The Master may not realize, but we Necromancers are not as wealthy as Sorcerers, which is why we hesitated on how to respond. How about this: if there is anything here the Master desires, please feel free to take it. We only ask that the Master not begrudge us his instruction."

"I am curious, why do you value me so highly?" Zhong Shenxiu inquired.

"The Master might not know, but every single one of us Necromancers faces the constant danger of the 'Dark Backlash.' That agonizing suffering, worse than death, is something ordinary people cannot endure. It can be called a major affliction that makes us Necromancers turn pale at the mere mention of it. To see the Master cure the 'Dark Backlash' today is nothing short of a miracle to us Necromancers..."

Faraday spoke at length, and finally, Zhong Shenxiu understood the core issue: these Necromancers were always at risk of contracting this so-called 'Dark Backlash.' Given the inhuman torment it inflicted, these elders hoped Zhong Shenxiu would share the cure so they could finally be rid of this persistent malady.

But was Zhong Shenxiu the type to engage in unprofitable ventures? Clearly not!

Zhong Shenxiu fell silent for a long moment before finally stating, "It's not meant to discourage you, but even if I wanted to teach you, you might not be able to learn it. And even if you could learn it, applying it clinically would be another matter, as it involves an immense amount of theoretical knowledge—it would take at least a century or two."

Zhong Shenxiu wasn't lying. Although he had healed the little girl with quick and seemingly effortless movements, appearing completely at ease, the process was far more complicated than it looked. Just grasping the precise location of the acupuncture points alone would take these old men ages to master. Furthermore, learning this healing method required profound internal energy cultivation. Looking at these elders, many years old, asking them to cultivate internal energy now would be faster if they just started reincarnation anew. But the most crucial point was that in the field of healing, theoretical knowledge alone could never suffice without extensive clinical experience.

Zhong Shenxiu's rapid success was intrinsically linked to his extensive research, experimentation, and continuous pioneering exploration in the Cultivation World. Therefore, Zhong Shenxiu's healing technique was simply not suitable for them to learn.

"Then what do we do? Is there truly no solution?" one of the nearby Necromancers asked in despair.

"There is a solution, though it's not the method you intended. How about this: when I return, I will formulate a specialized medicine specifically for treating the 'Dark Backlash.' That will be much faster and more practical than you trying to learn my healing method," Zhong Shenxiu suggested.

"Does the Master truly have a way to concoct medicine to treat the 'Dark Backlash'?" Faraday asked with intense excitement.

"I have about an eighty to ninety percent certainty! The only unknown is the exact mechanism that causes your so-called 'Dark Backlash.' If I understood its formation process, the chance of creating a corresponding curative agent would be much higher. So, if you trust me, find me some books about your Necromancers—the more detailed, the better. That will allow me to formulate the potion much faster," Zhong Shenxiu stated.

In truth, through the treatment of the girl, he had already gained substantial understanding of the 'Dark Backlash' and had mentally sketched out several potential prescriptions. His request for Necromancer texts was largely fueled by sheer curiosity.

"That is no problem at all. Master, everything on my bookshelf here is about Necromancy. Whichever book you find useful, please take it. We trust the Master completely."

"Is that so? Then I won't be polite." Zhong Shenxiu then began browsing the shelves.

In reality, the moment he stepped inside, his thieving eyes had already fixated on those very books. With his personality addicted to researching novelties, how could he possibly pass up this opportunity?

According to his usual character, he would take every single book. However, he was currently carrying someone on his back and had no storage tools on hand, making it absolutely impossible to take them all.

"I'll take these two for now. If I need others, I can return next time. What do you say?" Zhong Shenxiu’s maneuver was clever; it effectively left himself an "emergency exit" for retrieving more books later.

Faraday and the others had a favor to ask of him, so they dared not show any dissatisfaction. Moreover, these books were hardly treasures to them; giving them all to Zhong Shenxiu would be no loss.

"Then it's settled. I will synthesize the antidote as quickly as possible," Zhong Shenxiu concluded.

"We thank the Master for his efforts." Faraday then produced a black metal plate from his sleeve. "Master, this is our establishment's High-Level VIP token. Please accept it, and we hope the Master will visit often."

"I will," Zhong Shenxiu accepted the token just as unceremoniously as he accepted the books.