In the secret chamber of the backyard, a mighty surge of energy suddenly shot toward the sky, bringing tears to the eyes of the Dragon Family elders and disciples standing outside. Thirty years—the Dragon Family, which had endured a full generational gap without a Guardian, finally had a Great Perfection expert once more.

The one who advanced to Great Perfection was Long Feng. While Zhang Yang could help him enhance his strength, he was powerless when it came to comprehending the Dao of Nature. Achieving Great Perfection was entirely on his own merit.

"Let's go then!"

Outside the Dragon Family Plains, Zhang Yang gently took Mi Xue's small hand and spoke softly.

"Aren't you going to say hello to Long Feng?" Mi Xue looked directly at Zhang Yang with her beautiful, wide eyes, a hint of astonishment still lingering on her face.

Several hours earlier, Zhang Yang had suddenly sensed something and immediately brought her here. If they hadn't moved their residence from Changjing, they would have arrived even faster.

"No need. He belongs entirely to the Dragon Family now. This is their moment of joy; we shouldn't disturb it!"

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. He knew that Long Feng's successful advancement was satisfaction enough.

Mi Xue nodded lightly, but before leaving, she glanced back one last time toward the direction of the Dragon Family Plains, a look of envy in her eyes.

With Zhang Yang's help, Mi Xue's cultivation had progressed rapidly. Fifteen years ago, she was already a powerhouse at the late Fourth Layer. Unfortunately, her comprehension of the Dao of Nature had always been difficult, preventing her breakthrough to Great Perfection throughout those fifteen years.

Mi Xue understood well that matters of comprehending the Dao of Nature relied purely on fate; having achieved such a fast cultivation speed was already quite rare.

On the outskirts of Changjing City, there was a large farm.

To ordinary people, this was a massive base for producing vegetables and grain. The vegetables supplied the locals, and many preferred buying them from the farm, feeling they were more delicious than those from elsewhere.

But to practitioners of Inner Strength, this place was a forbidden zone. Regardless of where any disciple traveled, this location was always emphasized in their briefings.

The reason was simple: this was the headquarters of the Medical Saint Martial Sect.

Over thirty years of development, the Medical Saint Martial Sect had expanded to a terrifying degree, and this growth wasn't solely due to Zhang Yang and the Old Master.

As a side note, after the Man in Black left, the Old Master quickly utilized the Three Elixirs and One Water technique to advance to the Fifth Layer, taking the place of the Man in Black and becoming the new Guardian of Huaxia, currently residing permanently in Changjing.

The current Sect Master of the Medical Saint Martial Sect was Zhang Ping, the eldest son of Zhang Yang and Mi Xue. He was only twenty-nine years old but had already advanced to the Fourth Layer.

A Fourth Layer expert at twenty-nine was an absolute genius, though his brilliance paled next to his father, Zhang Yang.

And then there was Yan Liangfei, who had restarted his cultivation; his progress was even more astonishing. He was now at the late Fourth Layer and had become a crucial elder of the Medical Saint Martial Sect.

Furthermore, the couple Yan Yefei and Li Juan, possessing special constitutions, had both reached the middle Fourth Layer. With Zhang Yang helping them regulate their bodies, combined with their own effort and talent, they had finally become renowned experts in the cultivation world.

Most importantly, the pair were only a single step away from the late Fourth Layer; it was believed that soon, the Medical Saint Martial Sect would see two more late Fourth Layer powerhouses emerge.

Besides these few, the ordinary-talented Qu Meilan was now a formidable expert at the late Third Layer.

Although Qu Meilan was only at the Third Layer, her status within the Medical Saint Martial Sect was unmatched—she was the true Senior Sister. Even the elders and the Sect Master Zhang Ping never dared to act presumptuously in front of her. Everyone knew she was the first disciple Zhang Yang ever accepted, and she now managed the majority of the Medical Saint Martial Sect’s secular affairs.

Among the disciples Zhang Yang had initially taken in, the strongest in terms of cultivation achievement was unquestionably Qiao Yihong, who, through fortunate coincidence, ascended to Great Perfection two years prior.

One Great Perfection expert, four Fourth Layer powerhouses, plus a host of Second and Third Layer disciples—this constituted the overt strength of the Medical Saint Martial Sect, a force no less potent than any top-tier sect or family.

This calculation did not include Zhang Yang, nor did it account for the spirit beasts Zhui Feng, Shan Dian, and Wu Ying, who could temporarily unleash Fifth Layer strength. It also excluded the Golden Three-Eyed Beast, Da Lei, Xiao Lei, and that pair of parrots. If all these were included, the entire Huaxia cultivation world could not compare to the Medical Saint Martial Sect.

It was precisely because of this strength that Zhang Yang could set his mind completely at ease, entrusting the flourishing Medical Saint Martial Sect to Zhang Ping while he and Mi Xue traveled the world.

Time flew, and two decades passed in the blink of an eye.

The East Sea, Unnamed Island.

Ten years ago, a row of small wooden cabins appeared next to the tomb of the Long-Armed Spirit Ape. Wu Ying and Shan Dian were playing there, while Zhui Feng stood with its noble head raised, gazing at the sky, lost in thought.

A decade prior, Zhang Yang had exerted his Fifth Layer strength, risking self-injury, to narrowly help Mi Xue advance to Great Perfection. After that, the two of them lived in seclusion on this East Sea island.

Zhang Yang had set up a grand formation around the small island, causing it to completely vanish from all maps, turning the Resurrection Grass into a true legend.

Stepping out of the cabin, Zhang Yang looked up, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.

The Saint Hand System, which had disappeared due to tribulation, had finally finished repairing itself after more than fifty years and reappeared.

Zhang Yang remained unaware of the origin of the Saint Hand System, nor did he care to investigate further. He only knew it was connected to Black Mountain Valley. Based on what he learned from True Master Zhang and the defeated Old Man Potian, Black Mountain Valley seemed more like a parallel space—a place easy to enter but hard to leave.

Zhang Yang felt fortunate that he had not chosen such a path of no return.

Another thirty years passed. The South Sea, Poison Dragon Island.

Zhang Yang held Mi Xue’s hand, standing silently before a simple wooden plank bed. Behind them were the spirit beasts: Zhui Feng, the Three-Eyed Beast, and the parrots.

Not far behind them stood a colossal serpent head; the Twelve-Crowned Golden Crest Python, its injuries fully recovered, had also arrived, its massive eyes filled with sorrow.

The Grandmaster, the singular wonder Zhang Sanfeng, had his last trace of life vanish just a moment before.

His passing proved that even Fifth Layer experts did not possess eternal life. It was no wonder so many Fifth Layer powerhouses threw themselves into Black Mountain Valley; for them, eternal life was the ultimate pursuit.

After nearly eighty years of near-slumber, Zhang Sanfeng had finally departed. He had not notified anyone before leaving; it was only because Zhang Yang and the Golden Crest Python sensed the shift that they specifically came.

After burying the Grandmaster, the Golden Crest Python slowly flicked its tongue, watching Zhang Yang cautiously retreat.

It knew clearly that it was no match for Zhang Yang. With its former master gone, no one could stop Zhang Yang now. If it hadn't insisted on waiting until Zhang Sanfeng was buried, it would never have stayed here. Anywhere Zhang Yang was present was the most dangerous place for it.

Twenty years later, a full century had elapsed since the Battle of Changbai Mountain.

A century—enough time for the cultivation world to undergo immense transformation. Since Mi Xue’s promotion, Zhang Yang had rarely returned to the secular world; even Long Feng had not seen him for years.

Having remained hidden for so long, Zhang Yang had become a legend in the cultivation world and the idol of countless young practitioners.

Over the past century, aside from the various legends surrounding Zhang Yang, the Medical Saint Martial Sect was the most famous entity.

One hundred years of development, coupled with the vast resources Zhang Yang had left behind, had solidified the Medical Saint Martial Sect as the true pinnacle and undisputed leader of the Huaxia cultivation world.

With three Great Perfection masters—Qiao Yihong, Zhang Ping, and Yan Liangfei—presiding, along with over a dozen Fourth Layer experts and a massive contingent of Second and Third Layer masters, the Medical Saint Martial Sect was now the undisputed alliance leader of the Huaxia cultivation sphere.

Their headquarters had long since relocated deep into Savage Mountain, withdrawing from public view.

Within Savage Mountain, the day was exceptionally lively. Zhang Fanfan, the fourth Sect Master of the Medical Saint Martial Sect and a direct descendant of the Zhang family, formally assumed the position of leadership over the Huaxia cultivation world.

Interestingly, Zhang Fanfan was the first female Sect Master of the Medical Saint Martial Sect. Since Zhang Ping's tenure, the sect had abandoned the tradition of male-only succession. The Zhang family consistently believed that without Zhang Yang’s mother secretly passing the Inner Strength cultivation method to him, the current Zhang family would not exist, hence their lack of prejudice against women in leadership roles.

This environment fostered the emergence of Zhang Fanfan as a female Sect Master.

Even more interestingly, this Sect Master took power at only twenty-three years old, even younger than Zhang Ping when he first took charge, and her Inner Strength cultivation had already reached the Fourth Layer—the youngest Sect Master in a hundred years.

With the Medical Saint Martial Sect being led by youth seemed to be setting a trend, one that many smaller sects and families outside were beginning to emulate.

"Mi Xue, look at Fanfan, doesn't she look like you?"

No one knew that two figures stood atop a large tree outside the Medical Saint Martial Sect headquarters. The sect's protective formation seemed nonexistent before them; not a single person within the sect detected their presence.

"No, I think she looks more like you. Reaching the Fourth Layer so young, I believe she will be even more outstanding in the future!"

Mi Xue smiled sweetly; her appearance had not changed at all from before. Zhang Yang let out a hearty laugh, embraced his beloved, and ascended into the void. Mi Xue did not notice the unnatural glint flashing in Zhang Yang’s eyes as they departed, nor the slight upturn of his lips.

It was Mi Xue who had strongly requested this visit. Though Mi Xue was now a peerless expert, her concern for her children had never wavered. She used the major event of the Medical Saint Martial Sect as an opportunity for a secret visit. After observing, Mi Xue felt an infinite sense of satisfaction.

Her former classmates and friends had long since passed away; besides Zhang Yang, only these children were what she truly cared for.

Just as the couple left, Zhang Fanfan, having just officially taken the mantle of Sect Master, suddenly turned her head and glanced in the direction they had departed, her face filled with confusion.

A moment later, the new leader of the Huaxia Alliance shook her head slightly to herself.

After concluding all the necessary ceremonies, the young new Sect Master quickly returned to her room. As soon as she closed the door, a green screen appeared before her eyes, accompanied by a crisp, pleasant voice echoing in her mind:

"Saint Hand System Activated. Congratulations to the Host for completing the Level Four mission..."

...........

It's over. It's truly over. Xiao Yu spent the entire day writing this epilogue chapter.

Actually, Xiao Yu had considered continuing the story, writing about Black Mountain Valley and the Saint Hand System. The setting for Black Mountain Valley was another world, a parallel space, intended to start a new map where the lowest cultivation level would be the Fifth Layer.

Changing the map, starting fresh, a new bottle for the old wine—writing another one or two million words wouldn't be an issue. Based on current subscriptions, those words would still earn Xiao Yu a good sum of money.

However, Xiao Yu hesitated greatly over this idea and ultimately abandoned it. Changing the map was simple, but the content would fundamentally shift. Although the later stages of the Divine Doctor series focused primarily on Inner Strength, there was still the component of medicine. Truly changing the map would mean completely altering the genre.

Xiao Yu's final choice was to conclude, to finish the book. Perhaps this ending wouldn't satisfy every friend, but Xiao Yu genuinely did not want to drag it out, completely transforming the urban setting into pure Xuanhuan.

Xiao Yu can only offer a sincere apology here, asking friends for their understanding.

Finally, a clarification: the Saint Hand System appearing for Zhang Fanfan is purely a humorous embellishment; please do not hold any grudges, friends. RS