Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

"He must have been led astray by Tang Qi!" Ye Chun said with certainty.

"You want a fight, don't you?"

Tang Qi glared at Ye Chun fiercely and raised her hand to hit him in the face.

At this moment, the old man who had just left walked in with a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had a solemn expression, wearing a black python robe, and had the majesty of a person who had been in a high position for a long time.

After the two entered the house, the old man introduced them, "This is the Lord Mayor of Qinghe City."

"Oh? It turns out to be the city lord." Ye Chun and others bowed.

The Qinghe City Lord's gaze fell directly on Huo Ling'er and asked, "Are you the one who wants to treat my daughter? What level of alchemist are you?"

Huo Linger replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "The city lord has a good eye, but I am just a low-level alchemist."

"What? A low-level alchemist?"

The brows of the Qinghe City Lord were tightly knitted. He looked down at everyone from a high position, and his face became very ugly. Over the years, countless talented people have come to his City Lord's Mansion.

There were many senior alchemists among them, who were highly skilled in medicine and experienced, and could be considered experts in this field. However, no one could cure his daughter's illness.

Now, the person in front of him was actually just a low-level alchemist, so how could he possibly have the ability to cure his daughter?

He was full of doubts and could not trust this man at all. Maybe he was just talking nonsense.

Instead of pinning your hopes on this person, it would be more practical to quickly collect the precious medicinal materials needed to prolong the lives of the people in the alchemy branch.

Huo Linger keenly sensed his skepticism and spoke slowly:

“City Lord, although my rank is not high, I still have a certain degree of certainty and confidence in treating illnesses.”

The old man at the side also echoed and advised: "Yes, Lord City Lord, you should let him give it a try. Maybe there will be unexpected results!

This way, we won’t have to endure the bullying from the Alchemy Branch anymore.”

If this low-level alchemist can really cure the city lord’s daughter’s illness.

Then, they would no longer have to endure the arrogance and oppression of those people in the Alchemy Branch.

After a moment's silence, the Lord of Qinghe City finally made a decision.

"Well, then please go in and try. But your friends will have to wait here for a while.

The little girl likes to be quiet by nature, and right now an adult from the Alchemy Branch is treating her illness. It would be bad if you rashly barged in and bumped into him."

"Hey, you bumped into him?" Tang Qi's temper flared up all of a sudden, and he came over and grabbed Huo Ling'er and was about to walk out.

A dark light flashed across Huo Ling'er's eyes, and then she winked at the others, and Tang Qi finally calmed down.

"What? You don't want to!" The Lord of Qinghe City lowered his voice, his eyes filled with obvious disdain and contempt.

"I don't have that much patience, nor do I have that much time for you to try." The Lord of Qinghe City seemed a little impatient and said.

"You must be joking, Lord. I heard there will be a generous reward for curing the disease. How can I not be willing?"

……

When Huo Linger entered the room of the city lord's daughter, she smelled a unique fragrance. This fragrance seemed to be there and not there, appearing and disappearing from time to time. She frowned and thought silently.

"City Lord, where did you find this charlatan?" A contemptuous voice came from the inner room.

The Lord of Qinghe City quickly put on another flattering smile: "Master Zhang, please calm down. My daughter's condition is really critical. I had no choice but to do this. I hope Master Zhang will forgive me!"

"Humph! Even I, a seventh-grade immortal alchemist, am helpless against this disease. What ability does this person have?"

As these words fell, a short and skinny old man slowly walked out of the house. He had a contemptuous smile on his face, as if he was full of confidence in his abilities.

However, Huo Ling'er ignored the old man's ridicule. She walked directly to the bed and her eyes fell on the unconscious girl on the bed.

The girl's face was as pale as paper, her lips were purple, and she lay quietly on the bed, lifeless at all.

If there wasn't a slight fluctuation of her breath, anyone would probably think she had passed away.

The strange fragrance just now was wafting from the girl. When Huo Ling'er saw it, she immediately understood what disease she was suffering from.

Then, Huo Ling'er circulated the spiritual power in her body and let it flow along the girl's meridians.

After a moment, she withdrew her spiritual power and slowly said:

"I can cure her!"

Hearing these words, the eyes of the Lord of Qinghe City lit up instantly.

Over the years, he had brought people to treat his daughter with hope, but the results were always disappointing. Those people shook their heads and sighed, saying they were powerless.

Gradually, he became numb to such situations.

Therefore, at first he did not take the people in front of him seriously.

But at this time, this person actually told him that his daughter was saved?

Master Zhang, who was watching the show leisurely on the side, had a playful smile on his face, but suddenly he exploded as if his tail was stepped on.

With a sullen face, he pointed at Huo Ling'er and said in a very unfriendly tone: "Can it be cured? Are you kidding me! I am a seventh-grade immortal alchemist and I am helpless against this disease. Who do you think you are? How dare you speak nonsense here? If you can't cure her, I will kill you!"

"Want my life? Humph, that depends on whether you have the ability to take it!"

Huo Ling'er's voice was low and terrifying, and she exuded a chilling aura. Master Zhang, who had been so arrogant and domineering just now, was frightened by this aura and immediately became much more obedient.

"I'd really like to see how you plan to treat it."

Although Master Zhang was still pretending to be strong, his body honestly shrank behind the screen, wanting to secretly observe Huo Ling'er's next move.

The Lord of Qinghe City changed his previous contemptuous attitude and asked with expectation and eagerness: "May I ask if you are serious about what you said? Do you really have a way to cure my daughter?"

"Of course I take it seriously, but..."

Huo Ling'er stopped talking halfway, but at this moment, the Lord of Qinghe City had already forgotten about other things. When he heard that his precious daughter could be saved, he promised without hesitation: "As long as you can cure my daughter, I will agree to any conditions."

A cold smile flashed across Huo Ling'er's lips: "I'm just afraid that you, City Lord, won't want to give me the reward I want."

"How could that be! The reward is easy to talk about. As long as you can cure my daughter, I will give you whatever you want."

"Then it's settled!"