Chapter 42 - Heir of Medical Saint!

“Oh?

You’re quite young, yet you’ve heard of me?”

Duanmu Qingshan was slightly surprised and couldn’t help but give Yue Yunlan several more glances.

Since more than a decade ago, when he was schemed against by his sect and trapped on Little Bamboo Peak, he, under the name of Duanmu Divine Doctor, had completely vanished within the Sky White Empire.

Unexpectedly, even today, someone had come seeking him because of the name “Duanmu Divine Doctor.”

“Pfft, with our Cangqiong Sect’s information network, not to mention within the Sky White Empire, even throughout the entire Eastern Spirit Domain, it’s a piece of cake to find a doctor with Daoist Doctor skills.”

Qiaoqiao smiled proudly.

“Cangqiong Sect?” Duanmu Qingshan’s expression changed slightly.

“You are from the Cangqiong Sect?”

“Hmph, my lady is the young mistress of the Cangqiong Sect!” Qiaoqiao said arrogantly.

“Shh!” Duanmu Qingshan gasped in shock and looked somewhat astonished at Ling Feng.

His own disciple was truly remarkable, to think he even knew the young mistress of the Cangqiong Sect!

“Qiaoqiao, who asked you to blabber?” Yue Yunlan frowned slightly and glared at Qiaoqiao before turning to Duanmu Qingshan, “Qiaoqiao is young and ignorant, not understanding manners.

I hope Senior does not take offense.”

“Not at all, not at all.” Duanmu Qingshan coughed dryly.

He meant to say “dare not,” but felt somewhat embarrassed before his disciple.

Duanmu Qingshan inwardly blamed Ling Feng.

Why hadn’t he revealed Yue Yunlan’s identity earlier?

He had just put on airs as a senior expert, and now suddenly lowering his stance seemed a bit awkward!

Seeing Duanmu Qingshan’s face turning red, Ling Feng quickly stepped forward and touched Duanmu Qingshan’s meridian, asking, “Master, what’s wrong?

Is it the Sword Qi acting up again?”

“I’m fine!”

Duanmu Qingshan shook off Ling Feng, looking embarrassed, truly wishing he could kick Ling Feng in the rear to vent his frustration.

“Giggle…” Qiaoqiao quietly snickered on the side, also a bit amazed.

How come Ling Feng, hearing that Yue Yunlan was the young mistress of the Cangqiong Sect, showed not the slightest shock and did not flatter her like others would?

No wonder, Ling Feng, before joining the Asking Immortal Sect, knew nothing about the sect world and didn’t understand what the Cangqiong Sect meant, so how could he be shocked?

Moreover, he vaguely knew Yue Yunlan must be someone significant, but he had never thought to gain any benefits from her, so why should he try to flatter or please her?

Perhaps it was precisely because Ling Feng’s attitude was unconventional that she had a slight liking for him, rather than repulsion like she had for Yun Zheng.

Duanmu Qingshan examined Yue Yunlan again and slowly said, “Miss Yue, I see you looking rosy and full of vitality, not appearing to be ill.

Why did you suddenly come to find me?”

“Who told you that our young mistress was sick?” Qiaoqiao immediately said, “We came for…”

“Qiaoqiao!” Yue Yunlan quickly pulled Qiaoqiao aside and shook her head.

The identity of the Cangqiong Sect Master was extremely prestigious, within the Sky White Empire even considered second to none!

The Cangqiong Sect, being the National Guardian Divine Sect, meant that the Cangqiong Sect Leader was a figure who stabilized the empire’s Qi fortune.

Thus, it absolutely could not be casually disclosed that the Cangqiong Sect Master had contracted a strange disease.

Otherwise, it could cause disturbances throughout the government and people.

Qiaoqiao stuck out her tongue.

She was always candid and spoke without thinking, quickly retreating to the side and daring not to say more.

“Senior Duanmu, my journey here is to invite you to the Cangqiong Sect, to treat a relative of mine.

I hope you can leave your retreat.”

“Leave my retreat?” Duanmu Qingshan gave a bitter smile, “The Sealing Array at Little Bamboo Peak was specifically designed for me.

Unless I make a breakthrough and break the Array myself, I absolutely cannot leave the vicinity of Little Bamboo Peak.”

Perhaps, the Sect Master of Cangqiong Sect is capable, but would such an influential figure intervene on his behalf?

“What’s wrong?” Yue Yunlan blinked, “Is there any difficulty, Senior?”

“It’s better not to mention it; it’s better not to mention it.” Duanmu Qingshan waved his hand and then said, “Although this old man cannot treat Miss Yue’s relative, my disciple’s medical skills are a hundred times better than mine!

With his intervention, I believe he can cure any bizarre illness.”

“Young Master Ling?” Yue Yunlan looked towards Ling Feng, obviously skeptical.

Ling Feng was so young; how could his medical skills possibly surpass those of the renowned “Duanmu Divine Doctor”?

Qiaoqiao, however, was less diplomatic and snorted, “Old Duanmu, if you don’t want to make a move, you don’t have to push your disciple forward just to fill the numbers.”

“Qiaoqiao, that’s disrespectful!” Yue Yunlan immediately reprimanded her.

Duanmu Qingshan shook his head, “I’m not simply filling in numbers with Feng’er.

His medical skills truly far exceed mine.”

With some self-deprecation, Duanmu Qingshan laughed, “Besides, I am not only Feng’er’s master but also his patient.

I can’t cure my own wounds, yet he can.

Doesn’t that say enough?”

“Is this…

is this true?” Yue Yunlan was first surprised, then overjoyed.

If his medical skills surpass Duanmu Divine Doctor, then her father really has hope!

“Not a word of it is false.” Duanmu Qingshan took a sip from his wine gourd, “Since Miss Yue knows of me, you probably have also heard of Medical Saint Ling Hanyang, whose fame resonated across the entire Eastern Spirit Domain twenty-some years ago?”

Yue Yunlan nodded slightly, “Medical Saint Ling Hanyang was indeed an unparalleled Daoist Doctor across all ages; it’s a pity he has passed away.”

“Wait a second…” Yue Yunlan’s eyelids twitched as she suddenly recalled something, “Ling Hanyang, Ling Feng…

your surname is also Ling, you… you couldn’t possibly be the heir of Medical Saint, could you?”

“Ling Hanyang was my grandfather,” Ling Feng nodded.

He didn’t very much like to leverage his grandfather’s reputation, but facts proved that the identity of being the heir of Medical Saint was more persuasive than any words.

“That’s wonderful, truly wonderful!” Yue Yunlan had never been so thrilled; this was an unexpected joy!

She secretly rejoiced in her heart, thankful that she had mistakenly rescued Ling Feng back then, or else she would have missed the chance with this heir of Medical Saint.

“Miss Yue,” Ling Feng bowed slightly to Yue Yunlan and slowly spoke, “I can treat Miss Yue’s relative, but I hope Miss Yue can wait about two months.

Firstly, I still need to fully cure my master’s internal injuries.

Secondly, I have an agreement with another senior who might come seeking me at any time within two months.”

“A person’s word is their bond, and once I, Ling Feng, give my word, I never go back on it.

I hope Miss Yue can wait just two months.”

“Two months?” Yue Yunlan pondered for a moment and finally nodded, “Alright, two months it is.”

Given her father’s cultivation, the bizarre illness wouldn’t endanger his life immediately; two months wasn’t too long.

“In two months, I will return. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

Young Master Ling, Senior Duanmu, this young lady has other matters to attend to and will not disturb you further, farewell!”

Yue Yunlan took one deep look at Ling Feng, then turned and beckoned to Qiaoqiao on the side, “Qiaoqiao, let’s go!”

Ling Feng said indifferently, “Then I shall escort the two ladies down the mountain.”

“Hmm.” Yue Yunlan nodded, not refusing, “That would be good.”