"This..."
Si Teng glanced at Du Lao. This matter was not something she, as the Valley Master, could decide. Her junior brother had only taken Feng Luan as a disciple over the years. Besides his insistence on finding peerless geniuses, he was also averse to trouble. He disliked excessive emotional entanglements, so asking him to take more disciples was harder than reaching the heavens.
Du Lao glared at Si Teng and refused unceremoniously, "We won't stay long. Taking on a disciple would only hinder them."
"Qin Qing!"
Why was this person still so stubborn? He hadn't improved at all after all these years.
The Fourth Elder felt like killing someone.
His talent was being wasted like this; it was a complete desecration of a divine gift.
As the Fourth Elder glared, the wrinkles around her eyes piled up. The usually kind old lady now looked murderous. The elders rarely left their rooms in the back mountains, so disciples seldom saw them. During the few rare encounters, the Fourth Elder was always amiable. Ji Feng was seeing the usually gentle old lady lose her temper for the first time.
"Martial Uncle, you're so old, why are you still so hot-tempered?"
Du Lao was not afraid of the Fourth Elder's anger. When the Fourth Elder was young, she was as explosive as tinder. Later, it wasn't that her temper gradually calmed with age, but rather that excessive anger harmed the liver. Their master had even sealed the Fourth Elder's wells and ice cellar to prevent her from chilling her food too much, which could lead to the accumulation of cold, harming her spleen and stomach, and subsequently her liver.
Therefore, the old lady wasn't angry because of him, but because she was inherently fiery.
The Fourth Elder gnashed her teeth. If her senior brother hadn't protected him back then, she would have beaten this disrespectful little brat to death.
The Fourth Elder placed her hand on the jade pendant at her waist. The Second Elder, with sharp eyes, quickly grabbed her hand. The strap of her jade pendant was strung with a needle pouch. The Second Elder feared she might lose control and shoot needles.
These needles were meant for healing people, not for you to use as projectiles!
"Martial Uncle, please calm down, calm down. We'll discuss this another day."
Si Teng tried to smooth things over. One was her Martial Uncle, and the other was her junior brother. It was difficult to take sides. Moreover, the Martial Uncle was already so old, and it was not good to let her get truly angry. Si Teng smiled, then turned to glare at Du Lao. Du Lao remained nonchalant and took out a bottle of medicine from his embrace, handing it over. "This is a pill refined with Jue Ming Zi as the main ingredient."
Jue Ming Zi primarily treats liver diseases. However, this herb grows in extremely cold regions, making it exceptionally precious. Medicine King Valley was not without it, but the Fourth Elder was not so inhumane as to use it for refining medicine.
"For me?"
The Fourth Elder was slightly taken aback.
Du Lao nodded, "It's refined for you!"
The wrinkles on the Fourth Elder's brow smoothed out. She didn't stand on ceremony with Du Lao, snatching the bottle and eagerly opening the stopper. The fragrance of the medicine assailed her senses, and she suddenly felt less angry.
"Good, good. In the entire Medicine King Valley, you are the most filial, kid."
Si Teng vs. Qin Mu vs. Hui Ji: "..."
Shouldn't you listen to what you're saying? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning when you say that!
Nan Shiying tugged at the corner of her mouth, finding the old lady quite amusing. Her change of expression was so quick she could apply to join a circus. However, Nan Shiying hadn't expected that the old man's medicine was actually refined for the Fourth Elder.
The Second Elder and the Fourth Elder gazed eagerly at Du Lao, their eyes full of longing.
Little Qing, one shouldn't play favorites!
Du Lao's eyes hurt. He took out two more bottles of medicine and handed them to the Second Elder and the Fourth Elder respectively. The Second Elder and the Fourth Elder eagerly took the bottles, opened the stoppers, identified the medicine, quickly re-stoppered the bottles, and tucked them into their embraces.
Si Teng turned to look at Du Lao.
Little Qing, one shouldn't play favorites!
Behind him, Qin Mu and Hui Ji also looked on eagerly.
Nan Shiying: "..."
This atmosphere is not quite right!
Du Lao tutted and, as if handing out alms, casually took out three bottles and threw them to the three respectively. Si Teng, without even looking, tucked the medicine bottle into his embrace and turned to look at the medicine bottle in Qin Mu's hand. Qin Mu subtly lowered his hand, hiding the medicine bottle in his sleeve. Si Teng glared at him, and they both looked at Hui Ji.
The medicine bottle in Hui Ji's hand was snatched away by Si Teng before it had even warmed up.
Si Teng opened the stopper, poured out a pill, and handed the bottle back to Qin Mu. Qin Mu, following suit, poured out a pill before capping the bottle and returning it to Hui Ji's hand.
Their movements were so practiced that it was almost unbelievable that this was their first time doing something like this.
Ji Feng and others: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
After the Martial Uncle returned, the entire Medicine King Valley's atmosphere became noticeably odd.
Also, Valley Master and Martial Uncle (Martial Uncle) Qin Mu, your movements are a little too skillful!!!
Seeing his master’s submissive demeanor, Ji Feng patted his forehead. Alright, the words 'bullied unfortunate' were already etched into his master's bones. He didn't even resist minimally anymore; he had given up and accepted his fate!
Seeing his disciples looking dazed and confused, Si Teng strategically coughed. Qin Mu raised his hand to stroke his beard. They turned to look at Feng Luan, who had been standing calmly and properly beside Du Lao. He explained, "Your master used to frequently research lost prescriptions."
This meant, we are not bullying Hui Ji, we just want to see what medicine is in his bottle.
Nan Shiying maintained a smiling expression and nodded in understanding.
Perhaps her expression was too placid and polite, but Si Teng felt that her demeanor was very much like how his junior brother used to placidly dismiss him when he was younger. He coughed again and changed the subject, "Alright, let's be quiet for a moment, after all, the disciples are about to be assessed."
The Qing generation disciples: "..."
Thank you for still remembering us!
Gratitude, thanks, gra... Damn it!