The banquet began.
The entire banquet revolved around a central screen, with circular tables arranged in concentric rings. Naturally, the innermost tables were occupied by envoys from several major families in the capital.
However, everyone's attention was focused on only one person—Wu Xuanhu.
Or, more precisely, the inheritance of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles in his possession.
Who at this banquet was actually here just to eat?
Everyone was eyeing the inheritance.
The elderly man seated at the head table had a full head of white hair but was full of vigor, especially his eagle-like eyes, which seemed capable of discerning everything.
Jiang Yu recalled the heaven-defying plot.
According to the original plot's development, a patriarch of an Ancient Martial Artist family would come forward at the banquet later, seeking medical treatment and hoping that Wu Xuanhu could cure the fire evil that had resulted from his cultivation deviation.
Everyone looked on expectantly, hoping Wu Xuanhu would make a move.
However, he merely revealed his hands, which trembled uncontrollably due to a stroke!
Everyone was greatly shocked, sighing and lamenting that it was no wonder the Master of National Medicine needed to find a successor.
Then, several physicians stepped forward, especially Bai Wutao from the Bai family, who confidently guaranteed he could cure the Ancient Martial Artist family's patriarch.
The result, of course, was that he failed to cure him; instead, due to improper operation, the patient's fire evil attacked his heart, leaving him on the brink of death!
Everyone was greatly alarmed, and at this moment, it was time for Lin Qifan, the Mad Dragon, to make his move.
He performed the Tai Shou Thirteen Needles, and the Ancient Martial Artist family patriarch, whose legs had stiffened, came back to life!
Then came the classic scene: everyone exclaimed in surprise, Wu Xuanhu cast a sidelong glance, and even Wu Yier, Wu Xuanhu's granddaughter, fell for Lin Qifan…
“This plot is practically assaulting my brain,” Jiang Yu lamented.
“Xiao Yu, later, see which family's physician is more skilled. You can try to make connections, as these will be your future network, understand?”
Li Kexin finally returned after delivering her gift.
Compared to staying at the tables in the inner circle, where intrigue was rampant, she preferred to stay by her annoying younger brother's side.
In fact, Li Qingrou's purpose in having her bring Jiang Yu to this banquet was to help Jiang Yu cultivate his own connections.
After all, Jiang Yu would inherit all the wealth and status of the Jiang Family in the future. If some things weren't cultivated from a young age, he would suffer losses when he grew up.
Jiang Yu was speechless.
Highly skilled in medicine? You're talking about high medical skill in front of my Tai Shou Thirteen Needles?
That's like showing off a big sword in front of Guan Yu, or acting like a small cat in front of coke!
Putting aside medical skills, just the ability to release spiritual energy is enough to overwhelm everyone present.
One must know that an Ancient Martial Artist's internal energy release is extremely unstable.
If the stability and precision of spiritual energy release are like water,
Then an Ancient Martial Artist's internal energy release is roughly equivalent to adding sodium to water~
“It's not that I'm targeting anyone, but if you ask me, everyone here is trash.”
Jiang Yu's words earned him an eye-roll from Li Kexin, who playfully slapped him on the head, saying impatiently:
“Stop babbling. What medical skills do you have? It’d be good if you could even tell the difference between Banlangen and coffee.
Watch carefully. Later, you'll understand why physicians are so respected among Ancient Martial Artists.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.
“Wu, Master of National Medicine! Please save me!”
The figure moved so quickly that many people only managed to get a clear look at the newcomer's appearance.
A bearded middle-aged man. Through his aura, it could be confirmed that he was an Ancient Martial Artist.
And his cultivation level was not low, at least late-stage Profound Rank.
When he took off his shirt, everyone present gasped.
Several physicians among them even pulled out their medical books to consult, shaking their heads and sighing after a glance at the table of contents.
His robust body was covered in burn-like scars, and his meridians glowed with an eerie crimson, as if they could burst at any moment, splattering blood everywhere.
“It’s fire poison!”
“What fire poison? This is fire evil from cultivation deviation. How did you study your basic courses?”
“It's actually fire evil! Alas, this person doesn't have much time left~”
“I remember this person; he seems to be the patriarch of the Xiao family, an Ancient Martial Artist family, the previous generation's Ancient Martial Artist genius, at the peak of the Profound Rank at thirty. Didn't he go into seclusion to break through to the Earth Rank?”
“Fool, coming here means the breakthrough failed. An old rising star of the Ancient Martial Artist world has fallen. The former genius, Xiao Huo, has now become a forgotten waste…”
Everyone discussed animatedly, and many faces showed expressions of regret.
On the other hand, Wu Xuanhu, seated at the head table, had a slight smile on his wrinkled old face.
This junior from the Xiao family, his appearance seemed sudden.
In reality, he was an accomplice arranged by Wu Xuanhu, or rather… an assessment material.
“Yier, bring the microphone over,” Wu Xuanhu said in a hoarse voice.
Wu Yier immediately handed over the microphone, a hint of worry flashing across her face.
“Xiao family junior, your illness… I'm afraid I cannot cure it.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was shocked, and everyone except Jiang Yu gasped.
Xiao Huo knelt on one knee: “Wu, Master of National Medicine, you exaggerate. You are a Celestial Rank Grand Physician who can control needles with qi. Countless people have walked through the gates of death under your hands. This fire evil from cultivation deviation may be tricky for others, but for you, it's just a piece of cake.”
Not only Xiao Huo, but all the Ancient Martial Artists of the Xiao family knelt on one knee. One spiky-haired young man even kowtowed and said:
“Please, Holy Hand, save my father! From now on, I, Xiao Zhan, am willing to follow your lead!”
At this point, the omniscient bystanders, who had refreshed at some unknown time, began to explain:
“That’s right, ordinary physicians find it difficult to remove fire evil. Firstly, because fire evil lurks in the meridians and is hard to cure with medicine, so acupuncture must be used to inject internal energy into the body. Secondly, internal energy is extremely difficult to control once it leaves the body; a slight mistake could damage the injured person’s meridians and turn them into a cripple.
But these are simply not problems for Wu, Master of National Medicine!”
Jiang Yu contentedly crossed his legs, holding a half-eaten beauty melon, and mumbled indistinctly:
“Wu, Master of National Medicine, I bet your next sentence is: I can no longer practice medicine.”
“I can no longer practice medicine.”
Wu, Master of National Medicine, said calmly.
The entire hall gasped, and many people exchanged glances, unsure what Wu, Master of National Medicine, meant.
Wu, Master of National Medicine, raised his trembling old hands: “My hands can no longer firmly grasp silver needles due to a stroke.”
“What! Wu, Master of National Medicine, is crippled!”
Many envoys from major families among the guests widened their eyes and murmured, “No wonder… It seems Wu, Master of National Medicine, is truly here to find a successor!”
Some people from smaller families who were unaware, upon seeing that Wu, Master of National Medicine, was crippled, immediately got up and left without any hesitation.
However, more of them were Ancient Martial Artists shedding tears.
In the future, if they suffered any serious injuries, they might never be able to be cured again.
The decline of a legendary physician was no less than an eight-level hurricane for the entire martial arts world.
The Xiao family patriarch sighed regretfully: “Since that's the case… I'm afraid no one can cure my fire evil.”
“Not so,” Wu, Master of National Medicine, seeing that the time was ripe, changed his tone and said with a smile:
“I have decided to choose a successor to inherit my unique skill, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. Whoever among you can cure the Xiao family junior will receive my inheritance.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall erupted, and everyone's eyes showed a fervent gaze.
Especially the security guard standing at the very outside—Lin Qifan.
His eyes were fixed on the graceful young woman standing on the stage, and he subconsciously licked his lips.
“I knew it, fate is always on my side. If I get the inheritance from this old man and become his disciple, I can get close to Yier.”
“Medical skills? I can only say that everyone here is trash!”
“This is simply a scene tailor-made for me to show off.”
Lin Qifan's eyes were filled with uncontrollable ecstasy as he walked into the crowd with his hands in his pockets.
In his eyes, the graceful, somewhat shy, landmine-type beautiful young woman standing on the stage had already become his exclusive forbidden fruit, a true third wife!
No one could snatch her away!
