Chapter 10: Extraordinary Medical Skills!

It took a long while before Ling Feng finally raised his head and said to Duanmu Qingshan, "Master, I have roughly figured out the recipe for this Qi-Transforming Ice-Fire Wine and how to perfect it."

"What did you say?"

Duanmu Qingshan whipped his head around. He had spent ten years trying to improve the "Qi-Transforming Ice-Fire Wine" he had formulated, but he had never succeeded.

And now, Ling Feng had only looked at it for less than half an hour!

During his dozen or so years sealed away on Little Bamboo Peak, to what extent had medical arts in the outside world actually progressed?

To think a mere brat possessed such profound mastery of the medical Dao.

"If you add a dose of Rat Fruit, it can neutralize the medicinal properties of the Ice Soul Flower and the Blazing Sun Fruit in your 'Qi-Transforming Ice-Fire Wine,' thereby gradually dispersing the hidden internal injuries suppressed within your dantian," Ling Feng said slowly.

Duanmu Qingshan's expression grew increasingly astonished.

By merely smelling the fragrance of the wine and tasting a hint of it, he knew the two most important ingredients were the Ice Soul Flower and the Blazing Sun Fruit. Just who on earth was this boy?

His medical skill had already surpassed that of ordinary healers; he was a Daoist Physician like himself, and not just any ordinary Daoist Physician!

Ordinary healers could only treat commoners or, at most, martial artists in the Body Tempering or Qi Condensation realms.

However, a Daoist Physician could treat even those who held imperial power, sect leaders, or great experts of powerful families, even if they were severely wounded.

But how could a mere teenager possess such brilliant medical skill?

"It's actually Rat Fruit?" Duanmu Qingshan shook his head with a bitter smile. "I have always treated such a low-grade herb as nothing more than a weed!"

"By adding Rat Fruit to your Qi-Transforming Ice-Fire Wine, it will take approximately three years to disperse the internal injuries. However..." Ling Feng's expression became very serious. This was his habit; once he began diagnosing a patient, he became incredibly focused.

"However, what?"

"Your injuries have been suppressed within your dantian, so whenever your chaotic Qi surges, it damages your internal organs." Ling Feng frowned. "May I take your pulse?"

"Go ahead." As a Daoist Physician, Duanmu Qingshan knew very well that while inspection and inquiry could diagnose a condition, the best way to fully understand a patient's situation was to take their pulse.

Ling Feng reached out and placed his fingers on Duanmu Qingshan's pulse point. The steady and powerful pulse surprised him.

For an old man suffering from hidden injuries for over ten years to still possess such a powerful pulse proved that Duanmu Qingshan's cultivation was indeed ridiculously strong.

After a long silence, Ling Feng frowned and said slowly, "What terrifying destructive power!"

Ling Feng could hardly imagine how a person could endure such a wound buried within their dantian for over a decade!

Even with the improved "Qi-Transforming Ice-Fire Wine," it would likely be difficult to repair Duanmu Qingshan's dantian; at most, it would merely extend his life.

"Hmph, the previous generation's Sect Leader of the Wensian Sect personally made the move. Naturally, it was powerful!" Duanmu Qingshan snorted coldly, his voice laced with resentment.

"The previous Sect Leader?"

"Indeed. But he didn't get the better of me. I was only injured, but he died!"

"..." Several black lines appeared on Ling Feng's forehead.

This Duanmu Qingshan had killed the previous Sect Leader of the Wensian Sect!

No wonder the Peak Masters of the Wensian Sect held such animosity toward him...

He had certainly picked quite the master!

"What, are you afraid now that you've heard I killed the former Sect Leader of the Wensian Sect?" Duanmu Qingshan chuckled.

"What is there to fear?" Ling Feng raised his sword-like eyebrows. "If I said I was afraid now, would people like Yang Wei let me go?"

"You have guts!" Duanmu Qingshan gave Ling Feng an appreciative look. An ordinary person would likely have been so terrified they would have fled to the outer sect immediately to sever all ties with him.

"Continue with the diagnosis," Ling Feng said, looking into Duanmu Qingshan's eyes. "I can treat your injury!"

"Oh?" Duanmu Qingshan was somewhat surprised. Even he was nearly helpless against such an injury, yet this boy actually dared to say with absolute certainty that he could cure it?

"As far as I know, there is only one needle technique in all the world that can dissolve the hidden injuries in my body," Duanmu Qingshan said slowly. "It is the 'Great Profound Acupuncture Technique' created by the Medical Saint, Ling Hanyang, which vanished twenty years ago. Unfortunately, Ling Hanyang has long since passed away."

As he spoke, Duanmu Qingshan sighed, picked up his wine gourd, and took another gulp.

"Ling Hanyang is my grandfather," Ling Feng said calmly, taking a packet of gold needles from his robe.

*Thud!*

The sound of the wine gourd hitting the ground echoed.

Duanmu Qingshan froze, staring at Ling Feng in disbelief. "You... what did you say?"

"Ling Hanyang is my grandfather," Ling Feng repeated slowly.

"The Medical Saint, Ling Hanyang, is your grandfather!" Duanmu Qingshan was utterly shocked. All traces of his composure as a senior expert vanished, and even his hands began to tremble with excitement.

"No wonder, no wonder! Hahaha! The grandson of the Medical Saint... you are actually the grandson of the Medical Saint!"

"I can use the Great Profound Acupuncture Technique to seal the hidden injury in your body, but with my current level, I cannot yet use the technique to directly dissolve it," Ling Feng said solemnly. "Because this injury has been suppressed in your body for too long, in order to clear it completely, you will need other medicinal herbs as an aid alongside the acupuncture."

Duanmu Qingshan gradually calmed down and asked in a deep voice, "What herbs do you need?"

"Most of them are the ingredients you use for the Qi-Transforming Ice-Fire Wine, plus a few others: Mist Spirit Flower, Perilla Grass, Flying Needle Grass... and of course, the most important one, the dew from the Stone Marrow Flower."

Ling Feng rattled off a long list in one breath, leaving Duanmu Qingshan stunned.

He had never even considered using those herbs. His old face burned slightly with embarrassment; he had prided himself on being a divine physician, yet compared to Ling Feng, he felt like a toddler standing before an adult.

After a long while, Duanmu Qingshan finally composed himself and said deeply, "I have all those herbs here. From now on, you will stay here on Little Bamboo Peak. Do not leave without my command."

"Starting today, you are the disciple of Duanmu Qingshan. Anyone who dares touch you, I will kill them!"

"Uh..." Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, then bowed joyfully to Duanmu Qingshan. "Thank you, Master!"

...

At Flying Star Peak, inside a magnificent, golden palace at the summit.

"What did you say!"

A long-bearded man sitting upon the Peak Master's throne slammed his hand down heavily on the armrest. With a loud *crack*, the gold and stone armrest snapped into two pieces!

This long-bearded man was, of course, the Peak Master of Flying Star Peak, Yang Wei!

Before him, five battered youths knelt on the ground, trembling in fear. They were Ren Yifei and his companions.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Yesterday he was clearly only at the first level of Qi Condensation, yet in just a few days he reached the third level, and he can even defeat a fourth-level Qi Condensation martial artist?" Yang Wei's face was grim, his eyes flashing with rage.

"Ma... Master, even if I had the courage of a tiger, I wouldn't dare lie to you!" Ren Yifei pointed to the wounds on his face. "Look, Ling Feng did this to me. His... his strength isn't much, but he is very strange!"

"Yes, that kid is truly bizarre! He knows our Jia family's secret technique, he knows Senior Brother Ren's Cloud-Chasing Steps, and... and he has a very peculiar needle technique. Once he hits an acupoint, your whole body goes numb and you... you can't move!" Jia Ping hurriedly chimed in.

"Hmph! They are nothing more than common martial techniques. Third level of Qi Condensation, is it?" Yang Wei's gaze turned cold. "What kind of waves can a mere third-level Qi Condensation cultivator make? Go, call Senior Brother Shi Tailong. Have him go there tomorrow!"

"Yes! Yes!" Ren Yifei nodded repeatedly and stumbled out of the hall.