"Hahahaha, I'm truly impressed by your skill, old sir!"
"No more holding back, the reason I can fly with my sword is entirely due to the coordination of the Dragon Scale and my divine sense."
After a hearty laugh, Fang Er explained the principle thoroughly.
However, after listening, Sun Simiao couldn't help but frown.
The uniqueness of divine sense had already been presented in a lecture, or perhaps a sermon, by Yuan Tiangang at the research institute.
Upon learning that divine sense could enhance intelligence, almost everyone had gotten tattoos immediately, and rather large ones at that!
Only a select few had not.
And Sun Simiao was one of them.
"Do I have to use divine sense to fly?"
Sun Simiao was displeased. He had spent his life pricking others and strongly disliked being pricked himself!
Especially a lifelong brand!
This was also the primary reason he hadn't gotten a tattoo.
"It seems there is no other way," Fang Er shrugged helplessly.
Sun Simiao pondered for a long time, his beard smoothed into a straight line by his stroking...
Suddenly, he turned and went back.
Over there, Chai Shao was still riding on Yuan Tiangang, beating him soundly. Old Yuan shielded his head with his arms, emitting constant groans.
Sun Simiao approached, grabbed Chai Shao, and pointed at Yuan Tiangang's nose. "Stop howling!"
"Didn't you say your divine sense was unparalleled? Hurry up, it's your turn to shine!"
Chai Shao was completely baffled: "?????"
Had this old man taken the wrong medicine today?
He was a dignified Duke, the most powerful consort in the Great Tang, yet he was being picked up like a chick by this old man?
In truth, the anger had already subsided after he had given Yuan Tiangang a good beating.
But Sun Simiao's intervention was like adding dry firewood to a smoldering ember.
Thus, Chai Shao immediately pointed at Sun Simiao and yelled, "Damn it! Old Sun, who the hell gave you the guts!"
Sun Simiao merely glanced at him dismissively.
"What are you shouting about?"
"If you keep shouting here, believe it or not, I'll take Princess Chang Gong to Nan Shili Slope to acknowledge her kin tomorrow?"
"Do you really think no one knows you're keeping an outer chamber there?"
"Don't forget, the doctors in Australia are all my disciples and their disciples!"
Fang Er was stunned by this news. Damn!
So this old man, without anyone knowing, had become the most well-informed person about Australia?
It made sense. Who could guarantee they wouldn't get sick in their lifetime?
When sick, one had to find a doctor, and some things simply couldn't be hidden from a doctor!
Chai Shao was dumbfounded!
He never expected to have his secret exposed...
He quickly put on a smiling face and bowed respectfully to Sun Simiao.
"Well, I was overcome with anger just now. You are a figure like a land immortal, you wouldn't hold a grudge against me, right?"
"I have chicken soup stewing at home, why don't you..."
If someone else had threatened him like this, they would have been silenced within minutes.
But facing Sun Simiao, Chai Shao didn't dare, even if given a hundred times the courage!
The medical community now revered Old Sun as an ancestor. Moving against him would surely incite widespread anger!
At that point, even Li Shimin would have to reconsider!
Sun Simiao waved his hand with satisfaction, "Then hurry back and watch the fire. This old man will come to ask for a bowl of soup tonight."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Chai Shao's attitude was extremely sincere, and he nodded in agreement.
As he turned to leave, he deliberately paused beside Fang Er.
"Kid, you heard nothing, saw nothing!"
"Understand?"
Fang Er rarely saw him so flustered, and he was inwardly delighted.
However, he still had to save some face for his father-in-law, so he feigned a confused expression.
"Hmm... I was just pondering a problem. Did something happen?"
Only then did Chai Shao leave, satisfied.
Not long after he left, a large group of people rushed over from the research institute, it was Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, Ge Hong, and others.
Medicine and Taoism have always been closely related, and it is said that physicians originated from Taoism.
Therefore, regardless of the dynasty, skilled physicians were either from Taoist backgrounds or had a deep understanding of Taoist scriptures.
Fang Er was somewhat surprised to see them arrive, but then he looked at Yuan Tiangang.
"Was your signal flare just now to summon them?"
Old Yuan had been beaten into a pig's head. Several bruises adorned his bald head. He rubbed his sore lower back and grinned.
"A miracle!"
"Everyone should witness this!"
"True sword flight, this is a secret passed down only in Taoism."
"You've only achieved it now. Is there anything wrong with me letting them come and observe?"
He was very displeased with Fang Er. This ungrateful child had stood by and watched him get beaten alongside Old Sun!
It was practically wicked to the extreme...
Sun Simiao had originally intended to have Fang Er teach Yuan Tiangang how to fly with his sword, but seeing so many people rushing over, he could only wait.
Upon their arrival, no one inquired about Yuan Tiangang's sorry state. In their eyes, this fellow was always in a bad way; they were used to it.
Sun Simiao stepped forward and greeted Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, and the other senior medical experts with a bow, and explained the reason for Yuan Tiangang's signal flare.
"Sword flight? How is that possible!"
Ge Hong was the first to speak, his eyes widening as he looked at Fang Er.
"That's just a legend. How can someone actually achieve it?"
Fang Er smiled, not offering much explanation. Letting facts speak for themselves was the most convincing approach.
He directly taught Yuan Tiangang the method to activate the Dragon Scale Sword and Dragon Scale Armor, then took off the armor and handed it over along with the sword.
In reality, the great sword alone was enough to make him fly.
However, having the Dragon Scale Armor would make the process somewhat easier.
"Be careful, this consumes a lot of divine sense!"
Fang Er specifically cautioned.
This was his own experience after flying for so long. Floating out from his home for less than five kilometers had already made him feel dizzy.
With the help of Li Shizhen and Qian Yi, Yuan Tiangang put on the Dragon Scale Armor. The size was a little off, but it would suffice for now.
With excitement, he placed the Dragon Scale Sword on the ground and stepped onto it.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
Just as everyone was starting to feel disappointed, his body suddenly swayed.
"Hahahaha, I'm flying!"
"I've truly done it!"
He laughed heartily, and as the Dragon Scale Armor lifted, his body soared higher and higher!