"Brother, who were those people chasing you?"
Zhuge Qingfeng, acting familiar, picked up a cup of tea, drank it down in one gulp, and asked curiously.
Luan Wencheng remembered him; it was him who had chased after Feng Luan with his guards earlier, but looking at the long saber by his side, he didn't seem to be from Lin Yuan.
"Ghost Shaman Sect!"
Luan Wencheng said.
Zhuge Qingfeng scratched his scalp, his messy brows furrowing slightly.
"Never heard of them?" Luan Wencheng asked.
Zhuge Qingfeng shook his head, "I've heard of them."
Although he was from Da Li, he was still a martial artist, not like an official who was oblivious to martial arts affairs. He might not know who the county officials of Lin Yuan were, but he knew all the martial sects in Lin Yuan like the back of his hand.
"It's just that I didn't expect it to be them."
He added.
This statement was worth pondering. Luan Wencheng's gaze swept over Zhuge Qingfeng, then he picked up the teapot and poured him more tea. "Brother, you seem to know them very well?"
Zhuge Qingfeng nodded his thanks. Hearing his words, he casually replied, "I've had some contact with them before, but I never thought they would be so crazy."
To directly chase into Medicine King Valley and even attempt to kill people within Medicine King Valley, wasn't that crazy?
Luan Wencheng smiled. "I suppose Brother is not from Lin Yuan, otherwise you would surely know that the craziness of this sect is far from over."
"Oh? Elaborate?"
Zhuge Qingfeng was guileless, his face, slightly rough from the sun and wind, showing a hint of foolishness.
Luan Wencheng apologized. "Sorry, there are some things I cannot say too much about."
"Oh oh, I understand, I understand."
Zhuge Qingfeng nodded and did not press further. He skipped this topic and inquired about the condition of the seriously injured, finding out that De Zhi was no longer in mortal danger and sincerely expressed his relief.
In his conversation with Zhuge Qingfeng, Luan Wencheng learned of his identity – the chief disciple of the Huanlang Sect of Da Li, Zhuge Qingfeng.
...
The news that the reclusive Elder Du of Medicine King Valley and his disciples had appeared quickly spread throughout the entire town. The inns were instantly packed, and the price of a room was driven up to over a hundred taels. Patients loitering outside the inns, trying to catch a glimpse of the two, almost surrounded the inns.
"So noisy, so noisy!"
Yu Chenghuan sat on the bed. The noisy sounds from outside the door seeped into the room through the gaps in the door and windows. She was so annoyed that she felt like she was going mad. Covering herself with the blanket couldn't block out the sounds from outside, but it made her hair messy, making her look like a little madwoman.
"Creak~"
The door was pushed open from the outside. Zhuge Qingfeng entered the room with dinner and closed the door with his back.
Seeing her clearly annoyed by the noise, he let out a chuckle. She, who usually loved excitement, was not annoyed but rather vexed that she couldn't join in the fun while hiding in her room.
"If you want to go out, just go for a walk."
That Feng Luan was not narrow-minded or petty. The misunderstanding from that day had been explained, so there was no need to hold a grudge and make things difficult for a young girl.
Yu Chenghuan pouted. As soon as she thought of that man, her back ached.
She wasn't going out.
It wasn't because she was afraid; she just didn't want to see him.
"I, do, not, want, to, go, out!"
She enunciated each word, speaking decisively.
"Alright, alright!"
Zhuge Qingfeng didn't force her. He placed the dishes of dinner on the table, signaling her to get out of bed and eat.
"Bang bang bang!"
Just as Yu Chenghuan got out of bed, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it!"
Zhuge Qingfeng asked.
"Feng Luan!"
A cold voice entered the room. Yu Chenghuan froze on the spot as if she had been acupointed.
She, she, what was she here for?
Zhuge Qingfeng glanced at Yu Chenghuan and asked, "Does Divine Physician Feng have something?"
Nan Shiying stood outside the door, looking at the door panel. Without answering Zhuge Qingfeng's question, she asked, "Are you here for medicine? What medicine do you want?"
Hearing this, Zhuge Qingfeng quickly walked to Yu Chenghuan's side and tugged at her sleeve. Yu Chenghuan quickly snapped back to reality, rushed to the dressing table, tidied her hair, took a deep breath, and then nodded at Zhuge Qingfeng.
Zhuge Qingfeng opened the door and invited her in.
"Has Divine Physician Feng eaten? If you don't mind, would you join us for a meal?"
He led her to the table and invited her to dine with them. Nan Shiying waved off his good intentions and looked up at Yu Chenghuan, who stood by the dressing table with her back unnaturally straight.
"It seems I left too great a shadow on the little girl that day."
She thought.
But she didn't intend to comfort her.
Zhuge Qingfeng closed the door and beckoned Yu Chenghuan to sit. Yu Chenghuan's hands and feet were slightly stiff. Fortunately, the other person hadn't looked at her, and she let out a low sigh.
After Yu Chenghuan sat down, Zhuge Qingfeng replied, "To be honest with Divine Physician, we are here this time to get medicine for my master, the sect leader of the Huanlang Sect."
"My master was injured by a hidden weapon years ago, and the internal injuries have been accumulating and have never healed. Now, as he gets older, his condition worsens. However, my master is busy with sect affairs and cannot come personally, so we can only ask for some medicine to strengthen his foundation and suppress the old ailment to prevent its recurrence."
Nan Shiying took out a few porcelain bottles from her懷 and handed them to Zhuge Qingfeng. "Here are pills to strengthen the foundation. Each bottle contains thirty pills, one pill a day. If it's just an old ailment, you'll see initial results in a month. After taking these few bottles, it should roughly control the old ailment in your master's body."
Zhuge Qingfeng stood up and bowed his thanks.
"Thank you, Divine Physician, for the medicine. My Huanlang Sect will never forget your kindness! As long as..."
Before Zhuge Qingfeng could finish his thanks, Yu Chenghuan snatched the porcelain bottle, opened the cap, poured out a pill, and directly threw it into her mouth. The pill dissolved and flowed down her throat.
"Huan'er!"
Zhuge Qingfeng frowned and roared.
Yu Chenghuan ignored Zhuge Qingfeng. After confirming that the bottle did not contain poison, she re-capped it, stood up, and bowed to Nan Shiying, "Thank you, Divine Physician Feng, for the medicine."
"Divine Physician, Huan'er she..."
Yu Chenghuan's action was truly unwise. Even if she had doubts, couldn't she try after the person left? The people of Medicine King Valley were arrogant; they had probably never been insulted like this.
Fearing that the other party would turn hostile, Zhuge Qingfeng quickly tried to explain. Nan Shiying raised her hand to interrupt him. "It's fine!"
Seeing that the person before him was open-minded and not angered by Huan'er's rudeness, Zhuge Qingfeng bowed his fists in admiration. "Divine Physician, Qingfeng has no way to repay your great kindness. If you ever need Qingfeng's help in the future, whether it be a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, Qingfeng is willing to go through it for Divine Physician."
"That's not necessary."
Nan Shiying glanced at Yu Chenghuan, then said to Zhuge Qingfeng, "During the time I am on the mountain, just keep Luan Wencheng and the others alive."