Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 145 Sect Competition 13
Isn’t this Yan Qingluo’s voice?

I just heard that Master Yang and Elder Jiang hinted that they were not close to the State of Ju. How come someone who is suspected to be the prince of Ju State, Fujinv, would appear here?

Yang Qiuxia, who had lived in seclusion here for a long time, did not expect anyone to come.

"Elder Yang?" Another middle-aged male voice came over, "We have several guests who want to see you."

"Yes, come in!" After saying this, Yang Qiuxia whispered to Wei Xi, "Little girl, wait a moment, I'll solve this problem."

The four people who came in were led by a man wearing a black Taoist robe from the Zhenhai Sect, followed by Prince Wuyang, Yan Qingluo, and a guard with a sword.

"Not only did the Sect Leader bring people here today, but my old friend also brought some younger people along," Immortal Master Yang said with a smile. "It's so rare to see so much fun all gathered in one place!"

Wei Xi and the other two didn't mind hearing this, except that the leader's face turned red.

Prince Wuyang's attitude softened considerably at this moment. He said, "Master, you and Hai Jingxianyao have lived here for a long time. It is I who disturb you and disturb your peace."

Don't hit a smiling person. Although Master Yang has been practicing for a long time, he is still a cultivator who has been exposed to the ways of the world. He stopped when he had said that and waved his sleeves to move out four chairs.

Qin Feng stood up and gave his seat to the leader of Zhenhai Sect.

Seeing this, Lian Gou Xie also wanted to stand up and offer his seat, but before he moved, he caught a glimpse of Wei Xi, who was as still as a mountain, and hesitated for a moment before moving.

The head of the sect sat down, and the master and servants did not choose and sat down next to Qin Feng.

However, the guards and Yan Qingluo consciously moved their stools back and did not sit with their master.

"Qiuxia," the head monk, who was obviously the middleman, said with a smile, "In terms of medical skills, many cultivators in Dingxin Sect cannot compare to you."

"I'm suffering from a stubborn illness," King Wuyang naturally took over the conversation, "I've long heard that Master Yang is an excellent doctor."

"It just so happens that Immortal Master Yang is in seclusion in the sect, so this junior has come to visit. In my haste, I didn't bring a greeting card, so I'm a little lacking in etiquette. I hope Immortal Master will forgive me."

Wow, Wei Xi originally thought that Qin Feng sometimes spoke in a very refined manner, but she didn't expect that there are always people better than him, and there is someone sitting right in front of her who speaks even more refinedly.

After simplifying the matter, Wei Xi concluded: this person is sick.

Immortal Yang snorted, indicating that he understood, and then said impatiently, "Just tell me what you want to say. What's your illness?"

"Since I was eight years old, I've had nightmares every night, and I often wake up because I'm strangling my neck."

King Wuyang was quite calm when he said this, as if he was not the one suffering from the strange disease.

Immortal Master Yang knocked the table twice with his knuckles, and two silk threads emerged from his sleeves and rested on the other person's wrists.

"Did you start out as a night watchman?" Although Master Yang's words were inquiring, his tone was firm. He pressed his fingers on the silk thread and made slight adjustments.

Seeing his master cooperating with the immortal master's pulse diagnosis, Yan Qingluo, who was familiar with his daily life, replied: "The conditions in the military camp are limited. I have tried some methods, but they are always useless..."

"Being frightened hurts the heart," Immortal Master Yang moved her fingers slightly, and the two silk threads were transferred to the other wrist of King Wuyang. "Medicine can heal the body, but heart disease is difficult to cure."

"Young man," Immortal Master Yang frowned slightly, "you can't be frightened by fear, and you can't be anxious by anger. With your character, it's hard for you not to achieve great things."

"However," Immortal Master Yang retracted his two silk threads, "the root of your illness is not these."

"As the saying goes, 'What you think about during the day you dream about at night.' The past is haunting you, and you refuse to forget it. That's why you're haunted by dreams every night."

"The doctor you see is treating you for night wandering, but the medicine is not suitable for you, so it won't be effective." Wei Xi knew without even looking that Lian Gou Xie had pricked up his ears, ready to catch some gossip at any time.

"I understand, but is there any way to relieve the symptoms?"

Wei Xi felt quite regretful. The other party avoided mentioning the cause of the disease, and he also missed a good opportunity to gather everyone to gossip.

"I have a solution. Write down every day the past events that bother you on a piece of paper and burn it," Zheng Qiuxia said, holding out a paper bag. "Mix a few pills of this with the ashes. Take it and it will relieve the symptoms of strangulation."

Yan Qingluo took the packet of medicine for his master, and they chatted for a while over tea.

Prince Wuyang suddenly asked, "This young immortal master looks familiar. I wonder if he knows Old Marquis Liu?"

Qin Feng, who was acting as a background figure, was quite surprised. "General Liu, the Marquis of Dingyuan, is my maternal grandfather, but he has been dead for many years. Your Highness, a young and talented prince, actually knew my maternal grandfather."

At this moment, Prince Wuyang's attitude changed significantly, and his tone became much more intimate. "So, the little immortal master is an old friend of Jucheng, and a descendant of a loyal hero. No wonder he looks so familiar and amiable."

Wei Xi thought: When you were in Huichao Palace, you never even looked at us straight in the eye, and you didn't find us amiable at that time.

However, Wei Xi knew what polite words meant, so he just sat aside and acted as a decoration.

But for some reason, King Wuyang started chatting with Qin Feng and asked her why she came to visit Master Yang.

This matter involved Wei Xi, and Qin Feng only said vaguely: "I came here with the teacher..."

Yan Qingluo said, "When I came in just now, I saw that Master Yang seemed to be examining this young master. What illness did he have?"

Wei Xi, who was suddenly dragged into the conversation: ...Are you the only one who has eyes?

Wei Xi glanced at Immortal Master Yang, who was already beginning to get impatient, and holding Lingyin, he said, "My spirit beast was just hurt by a child. I'm bringing it to ask Immortal Master Yang for help."

Lingyin, curled up in Wei Xi's palm, immediately put on a weak look, fearing that the other party would not notice that it was suffering.

King Wuyang and his entourage sat for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

After confirming they had left, Elder Jiang laughed and asked, "Where did you get this strange recipe? Drinking paper ash to cure illness?"

Yang Qiuxia looked at Elder Jiang sympathetically, "Why are you going backwards as you get older?"

"I asked him to write down the things that were bothering him. It would help him deal with his emotions. Drinking the ashes was just an excuse. The real effect was the packet I gave him."

"I brought that back from the woods in the southeast. It's enough to make people sleepy," Immortal Yang waved at Wei Xi. "He's already fainted, so how could he still have the energy to pinch himself?"

Wei Xi leaned over, and Master Yang's slightly cooler hand rested on her wrist. "But this kid is smart. He must test the medicine before drinking it. It's entirely up to him whether to drink it or not."

"As for you," Immortal Master Yang sighed, "Your muteness was brought from your mother's womb. There was still a glimmer of hope that it could be cured."

Wei Xi's breathing stagnated, and then Master Yang's words hit her eardrums word by word.

"You were born with a deficiency. When you were three years old, you must have taken several doses of medicine. The medicine itself was insignificant, but you happened to have a Qi Palace, so the medicinal power accidentally stayed in your Qi Palace."

"The medicinal power hasn't been released from the body in time," Immortal Master Yang said reluctantly, "There's absolutely no hope of recovery."

(End of this chapter)