Watching Lu DaSheng dash away carrying manure, Yi Feng finally showed a satisfied smile.
"I'm really sorry, sir, for bringing people here without your consent. Please forgive me." After Yi Feng finished his work, Qingshan Patriarch hurried over apprehensively and apologized, "But I was also forced by circumstances, I really had no choice... "
"It's fine!"
Yi Feng waved his hand and said, "Since they're already here, no big deal."
He didn't take this matter to heart. Although he didn't know where Lu Qingshan met such a person, this honest man certainly wasn't a match for that nasty piece of work.
In fact, Yi Feng even had to thank Lu Qingshan. After all, where else could he find such a good manure carrier?
Seeing this, Lu Qingshan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and showed a grateful smile.
He couldn't help but admire the master's wisdom.
The first alchemist of Nansha was carrying manure here. This kind of humiliation was probably even more unbearable than killing Lu DaSheng.
Especially seeing the full pit of manure, Qingshan Patriarch couldn't help but look at Lu DaSheng with pity.
"Brother, can you do me a favor?" Yi Feng hurriedly asked again.
"Please tell me, sir." Qingshan Patriarch said quickly.
"My disciple Zhong Qing is injured and lying in the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce. Can you help me bring him back from there? I have to make medicine here, and really can't get away." Yi Feng said anxiously.
"Don't worry, sir, I'll go take care of it right away."
Qingshan Patriarch immediately agreed, and started heading towards the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce.
"I'll deal with you later."
Yi Feng didn't dare delay. He glared fiercely at the skull lying in the corner, gave it another heavy kick, then hurried into the kitchen to start making medicine for Zhong Qing.
After Yi Feng left, the skull slipped away in a flash.
...
Baofeng Chamber of Commerce.
When Qingshan Patriarch arrived at the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, he found that his disciple Luo Lanxue was also there.
"Xue'er, what are you doing here?" Qingshan Patriarch asked.
"Master, a few days ago Uncle Yin notified me that the young master's disciple was recovering from injuries here. For such a big matter, how could we be ambiguous? So disciple has been here caring for the young master's disciple these days."
As she spoke, Luo Lanxue led Qingshan Patriarch into a luxurious room.
Inside, Zhong Qing was lying there, his face deathly pale.
In addition to Luo Lanxue's care, there were also six or seven beautiful young women waiting on Zhong Qing, massaging him, washing his face, busily attending to him.
"Perfect!"
Qingshan Patriarch looked approvingly at Luo Lanxue.
This disciple was indeed his most beloved. She had thoroughly grasped his teachings!
"However, Master, Zhong Qing's condition is very serious!" Luo Lanxue said worriedly: "In recent days, Uncle Yin has invited almost every famous doctor in the city, but they are all helpless!"
"But the people who injured him were just from the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce. Logically, it shouldn't be so serious that everyone is helpless!"
Qingshan Patriarch was also frowning.
This was also something he couldn't figure out. He had always thought Zhong Qing was a genius who defied heaven, but after being injured by the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, it turned out he was not.
Zhong Qing was no genius. In fact, he was a useless fool without even any cultivation, whose meridians were blocked.
But if he really was useless, how could the young master, with his great abilities, have taken him as a disciple?
This was very contradictory.
"Forget it, we can't speculate about this. First take Young Master Zhong back to the young master!" Qingshan Patriarch said solemnly: "The young master will personally heal Young Master Zhong, don't worry!"
Luo Lanxue nodded, and quickly called for a carriage.
"My disciple, drink this medicine, and you'll definitely be fine."
Yi Feng fanned himself with a fan while simmering medicine for Zhong Qing, muttering confidently to himself.
He still had absolute confidence in treating illness. After all, he had attained a realm comparable to gods, which he had proven.
That year, Ahua on East Street couldn't get pregnant. After taking medicine prescribed by Yi Feng, she not only conceived twins, but the dregs fed to his old sterile sow caused it to suddenly birth eight piglets. In just three months, those healthy piglets butted a big hole through the sty roof.
Sometimes Yi Feng even thought that if he didn't open a martial arts school and instead opened a clinic, he would have struck it rich long ago.
Soon, Qingshan Patriarch and Luo Lanxue brought Zhong Qing back.
Yi Feng didn't stand on courtesy with them. After putting Zhong Qing in the room, he fed him the medicine he had just simmered.
"Cough cough cough!"
Not long after being fed the medicine, Zhong Qing, who had been unconscious, suddenly erupted in violent coughs, obviously awake now.
Qingshan Patriarch and Luo Lanxue at his side revealed admiring expressions.
This medicine really worked like divine intervention!
As expected of the young master.
Subconsciously, Qingshan Patriarch placed his arm on Zhong Qing's meridian.
But as soon as he did so, his eyes widened in shock, eyeballs bulging out.
He was shocked to discover that tremendous changes were taking place in Zhong Qing's body, inexplicably opening up a whole new set of complete meridians.
And the structure of these meridians was completely different from theirs, an entirely new meridian construction.
"This, this this, these aren't human meridians..."
Qingshan Patriarch mumbled haltingly, while his mind raced frantically to find information on this kind of meridian.
After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up!
As his eyes brightened, his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Because he finally remembered in his memories what kind of meridian structure this was...
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
