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Chapter 112: Su Changqing: I've Cured People to Death!
Chapter 112: Su Changqing: I've Cured People to Death!
"Brother, are we not going to challenge the tower anymore?"
Seeing Su Changqing stop, Wu Yong asked with a smile. Over the past few days, he had witnessed Su Changqing's Frenzied Cultivation. Apart from using resources to restore his vital energy, Su Changqing hadn't taken a single moment's rest.
"Not right now."
Su Changqing shook his head. "There aren't many First-Level Resource Towers left, and our resources are temporarily sufficient."
"Once we use them up, the resources for next month will be updated. We can challenge the towers then."
With that, Su Changqing walked straight to the pile of resources emitting a misty glow, picking out the rare Elixir Blooms and Vitality Elixirs. Most of these resources were obtained from the Alchemy Peak Resource Tower, where the rewards were mostly for alchemy.
Now that he had enough resources for his cultivation, Su Changqing wasn't in a hurry. He planned to cure Uncle Fu's illness first.
"Brother, why are you only taking the herbs? Are you planning to learn Spiritual Alchemy?"
Wu Yong asked curiously.
"I'm not. Uncle Fu is sick, and I'm going to make some Restorative Broth," Su Changqing replied.
"Making medicine? Brother, you can cure illnesses?" Wu Yong asked with interest. In this era, where Spiritual Alchemy was prevalent, it was rare to find someone skilled in Traditional Medicine.
It wasn't that Traditional Medicine wasn't valuable; it was just that cultivators rarely took the time to learn such a complex skill. Why not use that time to learn Spiritual Alchemy instead?
"I'm just fumbling around. I hope it helps," Su Changqing said, selecting the herbs.
Actually, he was a bit uncertain about the Heavenly Medical Scroll. If it was fake, it wouldn't have helped him transform his body into a Divine Form in the Sword Emperor Sect's ruins, nor would it have been so useful in his cultivation of the Divine Body. But if it was real, why couldn't it save Uncle Wenlin?
Because of this, he hadn't studied the Heavenly Medical Scroll for a long time.
"I hope it works this time."
With a glimmer of hope, Su Changqing bid Wu Yong farewell and headed to the Stone Sanctum at the peak of the mountain.
"Guess he's just playing around."
Wu Yong shook his head and smiled, then turned his attention to the pile of resources.
"Finally, no one can stop me from cultivating the Primordial Heavenly Body!"
...
At the peak of the mountain, inside the Stone Sanctum.
Uncle Fu sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a powerful aura as he healed his internal injuries. At his level, minor injuries could heal in an instant, and even limb injuries were no big deal. The most critical part was the internal damage, where the root was shaken and the foundation weakened. Even the most potent elixirs couldn't fully heal such injuries. The only solution was to slowly nurture and heal over time.
"Phew."
After a while, Uncle Fu completed his circulation and opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath. The breath, faintly dark red, rose into the air and penetrated the thick stone walls, dissipating into the void.
"Looks like it will take another year for this injury to fully heal."
After an internal inspection, Uncle Fu smiled.
"Just a minor injury. A few more sips of this Eternal Spring Wine, and I'll be back to normal in half a year."
Wu Jiuling grinned and threw the wine gourd to Uncle Fu. His wine wasn't ordinary; it was brewed by a great Spiritual Alchemy Master using a vast array of rare ingredients.
"Minor injury..."
Uncle Fu chuckled bitterly. Compared to Wu Jiuling, there were probably no major injuries in the world.
He looked at Wu Jiuling with a hint of regret. "Did you never consult a great Spiritual Alchemy Master about your injuries?"
"Perhaps there's some miraculous elixir that could suppress the Emperor's Dao Aura?"
Wu Jiuling waved his hand. "It's useless."
"I've been to the Heavenly Alchemy Hall more than ten times, and even the head of the hall personally intervened, but there was no solution."
"Emperor..."
He sighed to the sky. "Even a trace of the Emperor's Dao Aura is beyond our capacity to bear."
Uncle Fu also sighed.
The Heavenly Alchemy Hall was one of the five supreme powers in the Five Realms, a holy place for all Spiritual Alchemists. It gathered the most powerful Spiritual Alchemists in the world, and countless people sought elixirs there every day.
If even the Heavenly Alchemy Hall couldn't help, then the injury was basically incurable.
The mention of this brought a somber silence to the Stone Sanctum.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from outside.
"Fu Bo, I’ve prepared some medicinal soup for you. Please drink it while it’s hot."
With those words, Su Changqing walked in, holding a steaming bowl of medicinal soup.
"Master, my illness is nothing serious, and you still remember?" Fu Bo hurriedly stood up, a warm smile on his face as he looked at Su Changqing.
His injuries were far beyond what a bowl of soup could cure.
"Illness, no matter how minor, should be treated properly." Su Changqing smiled lightly and handed the soup over.
"Master Changqing's heart is in the right place. You should drink it." Wu Jiuling teased from the side.
Fu Bo nodded, smiling, and drank the soup in one go. A warm sensation spread through his abdomen, but the weak medicinal power did nothing to heal his injuries.
However, Su Changqing never intended to cure Fu Bo with just a bowl of soup. The real solution lay in the acupuncture technique.
"Fu Bo."
Su Changqing took out a silver needle, his expression turning serious.
"A few years ago, I learned an acupuncture technique that is highly effective for various injuries and illnesses."
"But—"
Su Changqing hesitated a moment.
"What is it, Master? Please speak freely." Fu Bo smiled.
"But this technique... has caused deaths before."
Su Changqing’s face was a mix of embarrassment and seriousness. "I can't guarantee a complete cure, but I promise I won’t worsen your condition."
"The last time... it was an accident. The patient's condition was too severe and wasn't treated in time, so—"
After deciding to treat Fu Bo, Su Changqing spent half a day studying the Heavenly Medical Scroll.
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t find any mistakes in his previous treatment.
Reflecting on it, he realized that Uncle Wenlin’s condition had been too deep-rooted and was treated too late.
"Caused deaths? Who?"
Fu Bo, who knew Su Changqing’s background, was greatly surprised.
"Alas, it was an uncle from my village, Su Wenlin."
Thinking of that familiar face, Su Changqing couldn’t help but look somber.
"Spit!"
Wu Jiuling, who was drinking, couldn’t hold back and sprayed his wine, eyes wide. "Who?"
"Su Wenlin?"
Wu Jiuling rubbed his forehead, thinking he had drunk too much.
Su Wenlin, wasn’t he the newly ascended Near-Emperor of the Su family? And he was once... cured to death by Su Changqing?
Fu Bo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, finding the statement quite alarming.
But then he thought about it and understood.
There must have been some important matter in the Su family that required Su Wenlin to ‘disappear.’ It was a coincidence that Su Changqing ‘cured’ him to death.
With that thought, he shook his head, half-laughing, half-crying, and said:
"Master, don’t worry. This old man is still quite sturdy. Feel free to proceed."
Fu Bo sighed inwardly.
Su Nan’s method of education, though effective, had its drawbacks.
At the very least, it left Su Changqing with a deep-seated fear of practicing medicine, making him hesitant to use it again.
"Well, even if it doesn’t work, I’ll say it did."
"Helping Master Changqing overcome his fear is a good thing."
With that, Fu Bo looked at Su Changqing and smiled, saying:
"Master, don’t be afraid. Do as you see fit. These silver needles can’t possibly cause death."
Wu Jiuling, standing nearby, also understood and shook his head, smiling.
Cause death?
One was a Near-Emperor, the other a Great Sage. Even if Su Changqing had a divine weapon, it would be impossible, let alone a few silver needles.
"Who knows who had the leisure to teach Master Changqing this long-abandoned medical technique."
"It’s fine for a bit of fun, but don’t neglect your main pursuits."
With that thought, Wu Jiuling looked up at Su Changqing.
Fu Bo, sitting cross-legged with a light smile, waited for Su Changqing to begin.
"Fu Bo, if anything feels wrong, please let me know."
Su Changqing, a bit nervous, took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was calm and a flash of silver light passed through his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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