Chapter 89: The Alchemist

At the same time, in the Xinglin Pavilion, Old Mr. Feng had just finished seeing patients and was sitting in the hall drinking tea.

Several cultivators walked in and bowed to Old Mr. Feng, saying respectfully, "Someone in our clan is heavily injured. We trouble Old Mr. Feng to take action and save them."

Old Mr. Feng looked at their light yellow dao robes with gold thread embroidery. "People from the Qian family?"

"Yes."

"What is the injury situation?"

A Qian family cultivator hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems to be injured by powerful fire element spiritual power. The flesh is scorched black, the meridians are damaged, and the breath is weak..."

Old Mr. Feng frowned. "So serious?"

"We invited several alchemists in the clan to treat, but they are arguing among themselves and cannot make up their minds. So we want to invite Old Mr. Feng to take a look as well. In Tongxian City, Old Mr. Feng's alchemy and medical skills are absolutely unique."

"You overpraise," Old Mr. Feng said. "This matter is not suitable for delay. I will pack up and go over."

Old Mr. Feng refined pills to save people, regardless of noble or lowly, poor or rich, whether they were rogue cultivators or family cultivators. As long as they truly had difficulties, he would generally lend a hand.

The several Qian family cultivators respectfully bowed again and said, "Many thanks to Old Mr. Feng."

Old Mr. Feng selected several kinds of medicinal herbs, several bottles of pills, and several volumes of alchemy books to bring. He instructed his several apprentices a few sentences and then followed those several cultivators to the Qian family.

Only upon arriving at the Qian family did he learn that the person to save was Qian Xing. Old Mr. Feng wrinkled his brows and felt a bit dissatisfied.

He had heard of Qian Xing's daily behavior, which involved bullying based on power and acting tyrannically. He had done quite a few such things.

But after thinking for a moment, these were rumors, and he had not seen them personally, so they were not necessarily true. Moreover, although Qian Xing was mischievous, he had not heard of him doing anything that harmed the heavens and destroyed reason. It was impossible to just watch him die and not save him because of this.

The Qian family was shrouded in gloom. Several female relatives were weeping and sobbing, and several elders also had serious expressions.

Old Mr. Feng sighed. As long as cultivators did not become immortals, they were still people. And people had birth, old age, sickness, and death. Although he had seen this scene many times, he still felt pity in his heart. If he could save them, he would.

Old Mr. Feng entered the room to look at Qian Xing's injury, then discussed the method of treatment with the other several alchemists.

One alchemist said, "Young Master Qian's injury is too severe. We should nourish him gently, using wood element spiritual objects to supplement with pills, and slowly nourish the flesh. He can gradually heal..."

Another alchemist disagreed. "Gentle nourishment cannot cure the root cause. He was injured by fire element spiritual power, which remains in the body and will form fire poison. If it is not thoroughly cleared, it will damage his meridians and qi sea, causing endless hidden troubles..."

"How do you remove the root?"

"Use Tianyuan Water, supplemented with water spirit pills. Water and fire interact and mutually aid, thoroughly clearing the fire poison. Once the fire poison is gone, the damaged meridians and flesh will slowly recover on their own..."

"Water and fire interacting is too violent. By then, the fire poison may not be removed, and perhaps Young Master Qian's life will be gone!"

Several alchemists argued endlessly, each holding their own view, and neither could convince the other.

Old Mr. Feng coughed once, and the several alchemists immediately quieted down.

Old Mr. Feng had been treating illness and saving people in Tongxian City for over a hundred years. Although he seemed to have no power or influence, his prestige was extremely high.

The cultivators in Tongxian City, even if they themselves had not been treated by Old Mr. Feng, their relatives, friends, or distant relatives had always received some favors from Old Mr. Feng. Moreover, the ways of heaven are unpredictable. No one could guarantee that they would not have some accident in the future and need to seek out Old Mr. Feng.

The several alchemists present knew Old Mr. Feng's character well and were very respectful to him. Several of them had even specifically visited Old Mr. Feng before determining their rank and requested Old Mr. Feng's guidance.

When Old Mr. Feng coughed, the several alchemists stopped speaking and obediently stood to the side listening.

"Fire poison needs to be cleared..." Old Mr. Feng first affirmed a sentence, and the alchemist who wanted to clear the fire poison showed joy on his face.

"But Tianyuan Water cannot be used, it is too violent..."

"Old Sir is absolutely right." That alchemist said respectfully.

"Gentle nourishment is possible, but it cannot be too mild, otherwise, it is raising the poison..." Old Mr. Feng then said to another alchemist. After listing several kinds of spiritual herbs and pills and analyzing the specific injury, how to use the medicine, how much was appropriate, and then how to appropriately add or subtract the dosage of the pills according to the severity of the symptoms...

Finally, Old Mr. Feng said, "Alchemy originally requires mutual exchange and sparring. It is good to have your own ideas, but you cannot each hold your own view and refuse to yield to the other."

Several alchemists nodded and agreed.

After Old Mr. Feng finished speaking, he sat to the side and drank tea.

The other several alchemists discussed in low voices at one side. They had the treatment idea, but they still needed to discuss and deliberate on what specific pills to use and what medicine to refine. It would take a while to completely decide.

Old Mr. Feng was drinking tea when he suddenly asked, "Right, why was this Qian Xing injured so heavily?"

Several alchemists stopped discussing, all at a loss for words. After all, it was not a good thing, and moreover, this was in the Qian family, so it was not good to say it out loud.

An alchemist looked left and right and saw no Qian family people, then whispered, "I heard that Young Master Qian was bullying based on power, and as a result, he was beaten and injured himself."

Old Mr. Feng wrinkled his brows.

"He was not beaten and injured by people," another alchemist said. "It is that he himself used a newly learned technique to hit people, and as a result, the skill was not refined, and the technique backfired, and he became like this..."

"Nonsense! Can a technique backfire and cause this appearance?" Another alchemist retorted.

"An injury from a technique backfiring is from the inside out. His is obviously an injury received from the outside in."

"Correct, it was definitely injured by someone using a fire element technique in a sneak attack."

"Condensing a technique takes time, right? Several breaths of time are enough to dodge. Young Master Qian is not a fool, to stand there and let people hit him?"

"How do you know he's not a fool?"

"It's also possible he was careless and didn't dodge..."

"What you all said is incorrect. It was definitely a fire element talisman, and it shouldn't be cheap, the kind that is used once..."

Several alchemists chatted animatedly.

If they had to discuss how to use pills to treat people, they would need to rack their brains and think hard, which was a tiring matter. But if they chatted gossip, then their interest would be much higher.

Old Mr. Feng was a bit speechless and asked again, "He was bullying based on power, who was he bullying?"

"It seems he was bullying a child? Some cultivators found it unpleasant to watch and came out to help, and then the two sides fought quite fiercely. Although they say the world is in decline this year, there are still cultivators who dare to stand up for justice and righteousness."

Old Mr. Feng had a guess in his heart, and his expression gradually turned cold. "Do you know who that child is?"

"This is not very clear. I only heard that the one who helped fight was an apprentice from Master Chen's refining workshop, and the bullied child seems to have the surname Mo..."

Old Mr. Feng put down his teacup, rose, and brushed his sleeves before leaving.

"Old Mr. Feng..." Several alchemists hurriedly rose and chased after him.

Seeing the situation, the Qian family people also hurriedly chased up and said urgently, "Old Sir, where are you going?"

"Going back!"

"The young master's injury is serious, we still rely on you to treat him..."

"I will not treat him!" Old Mr. Feng said resolutely.

"This... You..." Several Qian family disciples were at a loss.

A Qian family elder with deep breathing and profound dharma lines blocked Old Mr. Feng, "Old Mr. Feng, please come back. If you cure the young master, the family head will not treat you unfairly!"

He was a Foundation Establishment period cultivator!

Several alchemists were slightly shocked and couldn't help but look at each other.

Old Mr. Feng looked at the Qian family elder. "Are you teaching this old man how to do things?"

"I dare not. Please, Old Sir, save the young master." The Qian family elder cupped his hands and said.

Old Mr. Feng snorted coldly, "This old man has refined pills and treated illnesses all his life to save people, not to create evil. What kind of person is your young master? Is he worthy of being saved by me?"

The Qian family elder was left speechless. He was of course clear about what kind of person the young master was. He also knew that with Old Mr. Feng's temper, after knowing the truth, he would definitely not save him.

Old Mr. Feng's face was ashen. "Are you getting out of the way or not?"

The Qian family elder had the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment period, but being looked at like this by the Refining Qi ninth layer Old Mr. Feng, he inexplicably felt a bit guilty. He hesitated repeatedly and still silently retreated.

Old Mr. Feng flicked his sleeves and walked out of the Qian family. Several alchemists saw the situation and also took the opportunity to leave. The remaining ones who could not offend the Qian family had to grit their teeth and stay.

A Qian family disciple said to that Qian family elder, "Elder, why didn't you stop Old Mr. Feng..."

The Qian family elder glared at him and said angrily, "How can I stop him? That year, my dad's life was saved by Old Sir. How could I have the face to stop him? He didn't scold me, he already gave me face!"

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