89 Isn’t It Good If He Studies Poison?
Feng Chen lowered his head to look at Bun who was beside him, with a hint of comfort. Fortunately, one of the four in this family was a relatively ordinary mortal.
He had such a father, such a mother, and such a sister.
Feng Chen wondered if this little packrat would suffer any blow.
Feng Chen felt that as an uncle, he should comfort Bun.
“Bun, did you know? Actually, Uncle Feng Chen was also very ordinary when he was young. However, later on, through his own efforts, he joined the Miracle Doctor Sect. Ten years later, he learned a lot of medical skills and now, he’s a little Miracle Doctor that everyone respects. Do you know what this tells us?”
Bun looked at him with his big black eyes. The expression on his face was so cool that he was simply a replica of Mo Beiyuan.
What Feng Chen wanted to say now was that this child’s face was not ordinary!
Bun seemed to be listening to him seriously. Then he asked, “Does studying medicine earn money?”
Feng Chen was also dumbfounded.
In order to prove that he was very awesome, Feng Chen cleared his throat and replied, “Of course, it helps you earn lots of money. The medicinal pills refined by your Uncle Feng Chen are priceless!”
Bin was interested when he heard this. He asked again, “Then which is more profitable, digging out the stones in the heads of demon beasts or refining medicinal pills?”
Feng Chen said, “That depends on the medicinal pill. Some medicinal pills are even more precious than the crystal in the demon beast’s head.”
Bun nodded, not fully understanding. He made a decision in his heart.
Other than digging up a carriage of crystals for Sweetcake, his other goal was to learn how to refine pills.
“Then can you teach me?”
Since this little packrat was willing to learn, Feng Chen was naturally willing to teach him.
After all, he was born into a family full of big shots. If he learned some medical skills, he would have his own skills in the future.
He would not be called the weakest of the family of four!
“Alright, as long as you want to learn, Uncle Feng Chen will teach you. Although Uncle Feng Chen can’t beat your father, your mother, and your sister in a fight… in terms of medical skills, he’s definitely better than them.”
Bun nodded. His cool little face was still expressionless as he looked at the sword array again.
Feng Chen was stupefied. Was that it?
He didn’t even praise him. He didn’t say that his Uncle Feng Chen was so awesome.
Feng Chen looked at Yun Ran again and realized that his big shot had already ended the battle by singlehandedly beating up the disciples of the Linxu Sect.
“Ah Yuan, which cultivation technique did Yunran use to break the array? It’s so powerful! Can you lend it to me too? I want to learn it too.”
Yun Ran had handled the battle too cleanly and beautifully, so much so that Feng Chen was tempted.
Previously, he was not too interested in cultivation techniques, but now, he felt that he could learn them too.
Mo Beiyuan glanced at him indifferently and replied, “It’s not one of them. She just used 18 moves across the six books. They’re different against each opponent. According to your comprehension of spiritual power cultivation methods, it will take about 80 years to cultivate to her level. Are you sure you want to learn them?”
Feng Chen was also dumbfounded.
“80 years? Then forget it!”
If he had the time, wouldn’t it be good for him to study some poison?
If his spiritual power cultivation was not enough, there was no need to be afraid. He could use poison to make up for it!
“Wait, you just said that Sister Yun Ran used 18 different moves. Why would she do that? Doesn’t she mind the trouble?”
Changing from one cultivation technique changing to another required different types of qi and spiritual power.
A normal person who could use one or two cultivation techniques freely was enough to fight others.
There was no need to change.
Therefore, Feng Chen really could not understand her actions.