The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 200: The Agreement of Three Days!

"In that case, please pardon me."

Ling Feng took a deep breath and moved behind Yan Cangtian, retrieving a row of golden needles from his pocket.

Based on the pulse reading moments ago, Yan Cangtian's condition was already far from optimistic.

This old fella, relying on his martial prowess, had ingested countless varieties of miscellaneous herbs and pills. Various forms of pill toxins and medicinal toxins had already begun to circulate throughout his body.

What made the matter worse was that his brain had also begun to be affected by these toxins.

"Here's the first needle! Awaken!!"

Ling Feng's expression hardened as he directed the initial needle straight at Yan Cangtian's Baihui acupoint on the crown of his head. Although the Baihui acupoint was known as a deadly point, it served as a crucial healing locus under certain conditions.

"Arghh!"

Yan Cangtian grunted. His eyes instantly became bloodshot, turning completely red as if they were congested.

After a brief moment, as the blood-red hue faded, Yan Cangtian's eyes lost some of their madness, now reflecting the clarity of a grandmaster.

"This kid..." Yan Cangtian's expression shifted slightly as countless thoughts raced through his mind. He suddenly realized something.

The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion!

In this realm, only The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion could exhibit such miraculous effects!

In terms of age, he and Ling Feng's grandfather, Ling Hanyang, belonged to the same generation. Despite never having the opportunity to meet Ling Hanyang in person, his reputation echoed like thunder.

That was even more true for The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, which was hailed as the foremost acupuncture technique in the world!

Unfortunately, Ling Hanyang vanished without a trace for twenty years, and later news of his death circulated. Everyone believed that this remarkable needle technique had been lost.

Today, Yan Cangtian was surprised to realize that both Ling Feng and Ling Hanyang shared the surname, Ling!

"Senior, please refrain from overthinking!"

Ling Feng's stern voice interrupted Yan Cangtian's thoughts, prompting him to focus on Ling Feng's acupuncture treatment before delving further.

With lightning speed, Ling Feng deployed a row of golden needles behind Yan Cangtian's "Sanjiao Meridian," forming a needle array to draw out and suppress the toxins in Yan Cangtian's dantian Qihai acupoint.

While this method couldn't address the root cause, it effectively gathered the toxins. When combined with medicinal assistance, they could counteract the poison and ultimately neutralize it.

It's unfortunate that Ling Feng didn't fully inherit the Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion. Otherwise, even without medicinal assistance, he could have completely eliminated Yan Cangtian's toxins.

After roughly the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Ling Feng exhaled a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and nodded. "Alright, Senior, I've helped you force the toxins into the Sanjiao Meridian. As for the awakening needle on your head, it's best not to remove it in the short term. Your brain should be quite clear now."

Yan Cangtian slowly opened his eyes. They were devoid of the previous madness, instead rather calm and serene, like the stars in the sky. They exuded an air of tranquility and profound change.

A completely different aura!

Ling Feng knew that this was the true Yan Cangtian!

Ling Feng bowed respectfully to Yan Cangtian. "Senior!"

"Thank you!" Yan Cangtian's lips curved into a slight smile. "It's been many years since I've experienced such clarity as today."

He shook his head, and then chuckled bitterly. "It turns out that while I was wholeheartedly studying the Classic Formula of the Medicine King, I actually made so many foolish mistakes."

"Senior's courage to experiment with medicines is truly admirable!"

Yan Cangtian raised his hand and shook his head, smiling. "Kid, that formation you just used, was it The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion?"

"Um..." Ling Feng grimaced slightly, then reluctantly nodded. "That's correct, it was indeed The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion. I didn't mean to hide it intentionally, but it's just not the right time to reveal my identity."

"Don't worry, I won't leak a word," Yan Cangtian said, assessing Ling Feng. He sighed, "I never expected that my momentary madness would bring forth a savior!"

Yan Cangtian paused and then asked, "Is your grandfather really dead?"

"Regarding my grandfather, I don't know much," Ling Feng shook his head. "I was raised by a loyal old servant of his since I was young. As far as I know, my grandfather has indeed passed away."

"Such a pity! In this lifetime, I missed the opportunity to witness the magnificence of the medical saint. It's truly a lifelong regret!" Yan Cangtian sighed lightly, disappointment evident in his eyes.

With Yan Cangtian's mastery in alchemy, he was indeed one of the few who could rival the Medical Saint Ling Hanyang. It's no wonder he felt such regret.

After a moment of silence, Yan Cangtian looked at Ling Feng again and said slowly, "You've helped me today, and I won't let your efforts go unrewarded. I've completed the entire Classic Formula of the Medicine King, leaving only the final step. If possible, I hope you can accompany me in completing this final step."

"It would be my honor!" Ling Feng felt thrilled. The Classic Formula of the Medicine King contained records of over a hundred precious ancient prescriptions, many of which could enhance cultivation, refine the body, and could provide many other advanced benefits.

And with Yan Cangtian's extensive medicinal herb garden, they could practically treat medicinal pills as candies!

"Alright, starting now, I'll take you to my medicinal herb garden every seven days. You're welcome to use anything inside," Yan Cangtian said, standing with his hands behind his back, while smiling lightly.

"Seven days? That's too long. Let's make it every day instead!" Ling Feng exclaimed eagerly.

For Ling Feng, both the Classic Formula of the Medicine King and the various exotic plants in the medicinal garden were extremely enticing. He wished he could stay here all day, every day. Waiting seven days between visits was too torturous!

"You rascal!" Yan Cangtian rolled his eyes. "Your enthusiasm for the Classic Formula of the Medicine King reminds me of myself! But fetching you from the Tianshu East Court every day would exhaust me. How about every three days instead?"

"Alright, three days it is."

Ling Feng was aware of the strict rules within the Tianwei Academy. With his current status as a yellow-tier student, if he were caught sneaking into the core area of the academy at night, he might be mistaken for a thief and killed on the spot. Therefore, he needed Yan Cangtian to personally escort him.

Yan Cangtian actually did have a direct way of bringing Ling Feng to his residence: by personally accepting Ling Feng as his closed-door disciple. He entertained the idea of taking on disciples and considered accepting Ling Feng for this role.

However, despite his gratitude to Ling Feng for treating his injuries, Yan Cangtian wouldn't compromise his standards for accepting disciples.

He needed to meticulously assess Ling Feng's talent and character before making a decision about accepting him as a disciple.

As dawn approached, Yan Cangtian turned to Ling Feng and said, "Kid, it's almost dawn. Allow me to escort you back."

"Thank you, Senior."

Ling Feng replied with a nod. Today marked the day when the new yellow-tier students would meet their mentors, and he didn't want to miss it.

...

Not long after, Ling Feng once again encountered Yan Cangtian's remarkable speed. Fortunately, having experienced it once before, he didn't feel as disoriented this time.

In the blink of an eye, when Ling Feng felt his feet firmly on the ground again, he realized he was back in his room.

From afar came Yan Cangtian's voice: "Three nights later, I will come to find you again!"

"Three days to go!" Ling Feng pursed his lips, somewhat eager for this period to pass quickly.

During these three days, he could carefully contemplate how to treat Yan Cangtian's peculiar illness.