"Big brother, you were just so cool, so amazing!"
Ouyang Jing clenched his fist and glared fiercely at the backs of those guys for a while before turning around, "But big brother, why didn’t you teach them a good lesson just now? Aren’t you from the Divine Country..."
"Hmm!" Ling Feng coughed lightly to interrupt the fellow, frowning and saying, "Divine what divine, stop blabbering about divinity, go and send Zhou Kai’s sister back!"
Ouyang Jing’s thick-skinned face suddenly turned red, his gaze shifting onto Zhou Yun, he stammered for a long time without being able to utter a word.
"Forget it, I’ll do it!" Jiang Xiaofan thought Ouyang Jing was reluctant to take Zhou Yun back and couldn’t help but mutter, "Second brother, it’s just sending Zhou Kai’s sister to the West Courtyard, it’s not far!"
Ouyang Jing’s face was suffused with red, not from reluctance, but clearly because he had the hots but lacked the guts!
"No need, I can go back by myself." Zhou Yun looked up at Ling Feng, bowed to him and said, "Thank you...all of you. Don’t forget to remind my brother to be more careful recently."
After speaking, Zhou Yun gathered her hair behind her ear and gracefully turned on her heel, walking out of the courtyard with a light step.
Watching Zhou Yun’s departing figure, Ouyang Jing couldn’t help but sigh lightly, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
"Ah..." Ling Feng shook his head and turned to enter his own room.
That cowardly appearance of Ouyang Jing...
Well, best not to mention it.
Ling Feng, as usual, stimulated the Heavenly Dao Divine Pattern, absorbing nature’s spiritual energy.
He had unintentionally opened up the third meridian, and the True Qi stored in his body had grown by about a third. Now, if Ling Feng were to encounter the Jia Mansion’s Third Elder again, he was confident that he could take him down within ten moves.
"Kid, I’m here again!"
A breeze swept through and a shadow suddenly flashed into Ling Feng’s room, and in the next moment, it disappeared with Ling Feng from the Tianshu East Courtyard.
This shadow was none other than the eccentric "Old Madman" Yan Cangtian from Heavenly Position Academy.
However, after Ling Feng’s treatment, he was no longer mad and erratic, but his ability to identify herbs had not fully recovered.
In these three days, he had tried to refine a number of elixirs, but unfortunately, the success rate was still very limited.
He was starting to regret it; had he known, he would have agreed to bring Ling Feng every day!
Waiting with baited breath, the three days had finally passed, and Yan Cangtian was already impatient.
Before long, Ling Feng was brought back to his Medicine Garden by Yan Cangtian.
"Phew..." Ling Feng exhaled a long breath, steadied himself with a couple of stumbles, and followed Yan Cangtian into the great hall.
"Eh?" Yan Cangtian glanced back, "Kid, you’ve made great progress in the last few days, your physical condition has improved rapidly!"
"Thanks to Instructor Leng’s Thousand-year-old Purple Blood Ginseng," Ling Feng replied truthfully.
"Instructor Leng?" Yan Cangtian stopped in his tracks, "Are you talking about Leng Jianfeng?"
"Yes, indeed Instructor Leng Jianfeng Leng."
"Haha, interesting." Yan Cangtian continued walking, indifferently saying, "More than a decade ago, he wanted to take me as his master, but alas, I didn’t accept."
"Oh?" Ling Feng blinked his eyes in surprise, "Why not?"
"Ugly!" Yan Cangtian huffed, "That kid’s talent is passable, but he’s too ugly, and with that beard of his, it’s just unseemly! How could I possibly take someone with such poor aesthetic taste as my disciple?"
Ling Feng’s lips twitched slightly. Yan Cangtian’s criteria for accepting a closed-door disciple was quite "unique."
If Leng Jianfeng knew of Yan Cangtian’s assessment of him, who knows if he would faint from upset in the restroom...
Upon entering the grand hall, Ling Feng first administered a needle to Yan Cangtian, replacing his "awakening needle" to prevent it from losing effect.
Then, once again with the Golden Needle, he formed an array of needles, forcing the poison into the Three Jiao Mysterious Gate within, suppressing the toxicity in Yan Cangtian’s body.
An hour later, Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath.
"Senior Yan, after this acupuncture session, you won’t need to worry about the poison flaring up for at least half a month," Ling Feng said as he put away the Golden Needle. "However, the damage to your eyes is quite severe. The only method I can think of is the Azure Cloud Pattern Elixir, which can resolve this condition and restore your ability to discern medicines."
"Azure Cloud Pattern Elixir?" Yan Cangtian’s eyelids twitched. "I’ve heard of this elixir before. Who would’ve thought that your grandfather even managed to complete the recipe for such an Ancient Strange Pill?"
Speaking, Yan Cangtian couldn’t help but sigh, "Ultimately, I’m still a step behind Medical Saint Ling Hanyang."
Ling Feng listened quietly, not interrupting, and only after Yan Cangtian had finished reflecting did Ling Feng continue, "In your medicine garden, you have all the necessary materials except for the eye of a demon beast. Without this crucial ingredient, it’s impossible to refine the Azure Cloud Pattern Elixir."
"What kind of demon beast?"
"Blazing Blood Dragon Eagle," Ling Feng said solemnly.
Yan Cangtian inhaled sharply, "Demon King Level!"
A Demon King is equivalent to a human cultivator at the Divine Sea Realm—where Primordial Qi turns into an ocean—akin to the strength of a human King-level powerhouse. (PS: Just a reminder, after the Origin Transformation Realm comes the Divine Origin Realm, and then the Divine Sea Realm.)
Yan Cangtian was also at this Divine Sea Realm level.
What’s more troublesome is that Demon King-level powerhouses are already terribly strong in their own right, not to mention being surrounded by numerous Demon Monarchs and Demon Commanders. Defeating a Demon King and retrieving its eyes, while also escaping unscathed...
It would likely take at least ten powerhouses on the level of Yan Cangtian to succeed.
"So you’re saying there’s no chance."
Yan Cangtian let out a sigh, his fists clenched tightly and his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
For an alchemist, knowing that he could never refine an elixir well again was more painful than being crazy as before—at least insanity didn’t bring such agony.
"That’s not necessarily true," Ling Feng said slowly. "Perhaps there’s a chance at an auction house or the black market? A living Blazing Blood Dragon Eagle is too dangerous to provoke, but what about a dead one?"
"Right, I could ask those old guys at the Alchemy Master Guild!" Yan Cangtian’s eyes lit up, his confidence reignited. "Haha, good lad, you’re right. As long as there’s the slightest chance, I cannot give up."
Suddenly, Yan Cangtian seemed like a different person. He took out the Medicine King’s Scripture from his chest and tossed it to Ling Feng, "Kid, from today on, this book is yours. Anyway, I’ve already memorized it inside out!"
"Thank you, Senior!" Ling Feng grasped the Alchemy Scripture, his heart surging with excitement.
Yan Cangtian laughed heartily, "Come, today let’s try refining the ’Nine-Revolution Organ Elixir.’ Hehe, I’ve already prepared a set of medicinal ingredients, come on, take a look for me!"
Ling Feng opened the Medicine King’s Scripture and scrutinized it carefully, nodding, "Hmm, looking at the elixir recipe, it’s nearly flawless."
"How about the medicinal ingredients I’ve selected?" Yan Cangtian asked excitedly.
Ling Feng focused his gaze and repeatedly shook his head, "No, no, this is wrong, and this one as well..."
In the end, Yan Cangtian gave up selecting the medicinal ingredients himself and simply let Ling Feng choose two sets of materials for refining the "Nine-Revolution Organ Elixir." The two of them proceeded to refine simultaneously, comparing their skills.
The young and the old, foregoing sleep throughout the night, immersed themselves in the art of alchemy, finding utter joy in their work...