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Chapter 143: Sword Qi Dispelled, the Banquet
After Old Doctor extracted the Sword Qi from Wei Shanhai’s Heart Meridian, Lu Qing and Wei Xinghe witnessed a strange sight.
On the tip of Old Doctor’s finger hovered a small, white mass—fine as cowhair—of Sword Qi, trapped within an invisible energy barrier, frantically thrashing about but unable to escape.
Moments later, the Sword Qi was swiftly ground down by Old Doctor’s true qi, vanishing into thin air.
“It’s done,” Old Doctor said. “Wei Lao Zhang, the Sword Qi in your Heart Meridian has been completely eradicated.”
“Is that… all?” Wei Shanhai blinked, surprised.
He had braced himself for the intense pain Old Doctor had mentioned during treatment. But this was it? Nothing more?
Hastily, he circulated his true qi through his body. There was no obstruction, no resistance—his Heart Meridian felt utterly clear and refreshed, completely free of foreign energy. A wide smile spread across his face.
“Old Doctor’s medical mastery is truly extraordinary. I am deeply impressed!”
For so long, this cursed sword wound had tormented him, nearly sapping his life force. And now, after years of suffering, it had been effortlessly healed. Wei Shanhai was both astonished and overjoyed.
“The one who injured you, that Xian Tian Jing, truly has formidable skill. His Sword Qi is insidious and tenacious—able to draw on your life force to sustain itself, merging seamlessly with your Heart Meridian’s energy. But at its core, it’s still rootless. Once you temporarily seal the meridian using the Silver Needle Sealing Meridian Technique, isolating the Sword Qi so it can no longer hide, removing it becomes quite manageable.”
Old Doctor explained.
Wei Shanhai recalled Wang Cangyi’s sword technique, and nodded in reluctant agreement.
Though he despised his former friend, he had to admit—his skill was undeniable, reaching the pinnacle of refinement: sword qi as gentle and flowing as spring rain, wrapping around the willow like silk.
“Then, Old Doctor… is Ancestor’s injury truly healed?” Wei Xinghe asked.
“With the Sword Qi gone, the Heart Meridian is no longer compromised. As for the external wounds, they’re easily treatable. Now, simply apply Golden Wound Medicine, and I’ll prescribe a few herbal remedies. With proper rest and regular dosage, Wei Lao Zhang will be fully recovered in no time.”
Old Doctor stroked his beard, satisfied.
“That’s wonderful news! Thank you, Old Doctor!” Wei Shanhai exclaimed, overjoyed.
“Treating the sick is our duty as physicians. You’re too kind, Wei Family Head.”
They chatted a little longer before stepping out of the Jing Shi.
Outside, Wei Da Zong Guan was already waiting. Seeing them emerge, Ancestor’s expression brightened instantly—his recovery must have gone smoothly.
With a pleased heart, he stepped forward respectfully. “Master, Ancestor, the banquet has been prepared.”
“Hmm.” Wei Shanhai nodded, then turned to Old Doctor. “You’ve traveled far and must be weary. We’ve set aside some wine and refreshments to welcome you. Please, do honor us with your presence.”
“Very well.” Old Doctor nodded.
They arrived at the dining hall of the Wei Family Residence. Before they even stepped inside, they saw Wei Fu Ren arriving with Xiao Yan in tow.
“Brother! Chen Ye Ye!” Xiao Yan called out joyfully, holding Xiao Li in her arms.
“Have you been a good girl for The Lady of the Wei Family?” Lu Qing ruffled her hair.
“No, no!” Wei Fu Ren quickly assured. “Xiao Yan’s been perfectly well-behaved. I just took her for some snacks.”
“Yes, Brother! I had the most delicious snacks ever! Xiao Li ate so many fish too!” the little girl boasted proudly.
Lu Qing glanced at Xiao Li—her belly round and full, eyes half-closed in sleepy contentment, nestled snugly in Xiao Yan’s arms. He sighed, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and guilt.
The past two days, the little one had barely eaten, hiding their identity. It was only right to let her indulge a little now.
Inside the hall, everyone took their seats. Servants began bringing out dishes.
Lu Qing was finally able to witness firsthand what it meant to live the life of a noble household.
Though only about eight people were present, the table bore dozens of dishes—each one unique in presentation, many ingredients utterly unfamiliar to him.
“Master Chen, Lu Xiao Langjun, Ma Shifu—this time, you’ve come to our aid and saved the Wei Family from annihilation. This debt is one that even heaven and earth would witness. This cup is mine, to honor you.”
After the meal was served, Wei Shanhai raised his wine cup.
Once the toast was finished, everyone began eating.
Lu Qing, a true connoisseur of food, was instantly intrigued. With several unfamiliar dishes before him, he couldn’t resist sampling each one. After trying a few, he couldn’t help but murmur in admiration—no wonder the noble families were so lavish. Every dish was exquisite, perfectly crafted, and utterly delicious.
Just as he was savoring his meal, he heard Wei Zian’s quiet mutter nearby.
“Mother… I feel like the food here isn’t as good as what Lu Xiao Doctor made.”
“Don’t say such things! You’ll make your father angry!” Wei Fu Ren whispered sharply.
Though she herself had noticed it—something about the dishes lacked the depth and flavor of Lu Qing’s cooking.
Wei Zian thought he’d spoken too softly, but he failed to remember: the people at the table were no ordinary guests. They’d all heard every word.
“Oh? Lu Xiao Langjun can cook too? And from the way Zi’an and Ningyan speak of it, it must be truly exceptional,” Wei Shanhai teased, grinning.
Wei Fu Ren flushed with embarrassment.
“Nonsense. I only know a few simple home-style dishes. Nothing worthy of high society. The Lady of the Wei Family hasn’t even tasted them—of course it seems new and exciting.”
Lu Qing laughed lightly.
They continued eating and chatting, the atmosphere warm and convivial. Even Ma Gu, usually reserved, was included—Wei Xinghe raised his cup to him several times, and solemnly promised that in the coming days, he would prepare a grand Initiation Gift, formally welcoming Wei Zian as Ma Gu’s disciple. Ma Gu was visibly stunned and deeply honored.
After several rounds of wine, when most had finished eating, Wei Shanhai spoke.
“Master Chen, this time, Wang Cangyi brought his disciples and launched a full-scale assault on our Wei Family. I assume you’ve heard the rumors—why exactly did he come?”
Old Doctor paused, surprised by the sudden shift in topic.
Still, he answered honestly. “I’ve heard whispers—something about a treasure.”
It wasn’t a secret. When Wang Cangyi’s eldest disciple had threatened the Wei Family, his words had been broadcast across the entire city.
“Yes. He came for the treasure of the Wei Family. To be honest, when I was young, I misjudged people. I once called Wang Cangyi brother and wandered the world with him for a time. That treasure… was one we found together in a mysterious, sacred place.”
“Later, we quarreled. After dividing the treasure, we parted ways—cutting ties, severing our bond.”
Old Doctor, unaware of this backstory, simply said, “A pity.”
“Not really,” Wei Shanhai replied calmly. “That kind of despicable, treacherous man—I only regret I didn’t see his true nature sooner. If I had, I’d have cut ties long ago. Otherwise, our entire clan wouldn’t have suffered such disaster. We nearly lost everything.”
Old Doctor fell silent. He didn’t know the full story, nor did he feel it right to judge.
“Ah, Master Chen,” Wei Shanhai smiled, “I’m not asking you to pass judgment.”
“I simply wish to invite you to view the treasure… after the banquet.”
At those words, Old Doctor froze.
(End of Chapter)
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