The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 728: Divine Skill

He Yuanzhi forcibly suppressed the rage in her heart and coldly stared at Ling Feng. "Before I take action against you, you'd better disappear from my sight immediately. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences!"

"Senior, as I've said before, I'm here to resolve the conflict. Supreme Elder Feng's condition hasn't been cured yet. How can I leave?"

Ling Feng looked up at He Yuanzhi, his expression sincere.

"Hmph, there are countless Daoist physicians in the world. Once Wuhen's mood has settled, I will naturally invite a Daoist physician to treat him," He Yuanzhi said, flicking her sleeve and pointing toward the valley. "Get out!"

"Forget it, Yuanzhi. Let him in. Cough, cough, cough..."

At that moment, a weak voice came from inside the bamboo house, accompanied by a series of violent coughs. It was clear that the person was severely injured.

Based on Ling Feng's understanding of that despicable donkey, aside from its formidable body art, its sealing techniques were nothing short of miraculous.

With its abilities, it had placed a restriction on Feng Wuhen. In order to forcefully break out of the latrine, Feng Wuhen must have forcibly shattered the restriction, causing a backlash of power. Coupled with his rage, even with his half-step emperor-level vigor, he likely couldn't withstand it.

It could be said that it was already a miracle he had managed to keep his life.

He Yuanzhi took a deep breath, glared coldly at Ling Feng, and said through gritted teeth, "What are you still standing there for? Go in!"

"Thank you, Senior!"

Ling Feng clasped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute to He Yuanzhi, then followed her into the bamboo house.

Inside, an elderly man with white hair lay on a sickbed, his face pale and his breath faint. Compared to the last time Ling Feng had seen Feng Wuhen, he seemed to have aged several decades in an instant.

"Kid, it's really you!"

Feng Wuhen struggled to sit up, and He Yuanzhi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, helping him lean against the headboard.

"It's me."

Ling Feng sighed softly. The conflict between that despicable donkey and Supreme Elder Feng was, in fact, nothing more than a personal grudge. However, the donkey had indeed gone too far, bringing shame to the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce. If they didn't deal with it harshly, others might think the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce was easy to bully.

Fortunately, although the donkey had caused trouble, it hadn't killed anyone. There was still room for negotiation.

"Kid, are you here to laugh at me? Cough, cough, cough..."

Seeing Ling Feng, Feng Wuhen's anger surged uncontrollably. If he had known it would come to this, he would have killed that donkey without hesitation back then. Otherwise, it wouldn't have grown into a demon emperor and come knocking on his door.

However, in just half a year, that black donkey had advanced from a peak demon king to a demon emperor. Such speed was truly astonishing.

"Senior, you misunderstand. I have no such intentions," Ling Feng said, bowing to Feng Wuhen. "It's my fault for not disciplining that black donkey properly, allowing it to cause trouble. However, although the donkey is mischievous, it didn't kill anyone from the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce. Isn't issuing a sky-tier kill order against it a bit of an overreaction?"

"Hmph, how the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce operates is not for a junior like you to comment on! Cough, cough, cough..." Feng Wuhen coughed violently, then said coldly, "Otherwise, even if you're Yan Cangtian's disciple, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Wuhen!" He Yuanzhi quickly patted Feng Wuhen's back to help him catch his breath, then glared at Ling Feng. "You've seen him now. You can leave! My patience has limits!"

"Ah, I didn't expect Senior to harbor such deep hatred for that black donkey," Ling Feng sighed, then stepped forward and took out a golden needle, preparing to insert it.

"What are you doing?"

He Yuanzhi's icy gaze fixed on Ling Feng.

"If you want your husband to recover quickly, don't stop me!" Ling Feng shot He Yuanzhi a cold glance, his eyes as chilling as the waters of a frozen lake, causing He Yuanzhi to shiver involuntarily.

She, a seasoned expert, had actually been intimidated by an inexperienced youth!

He Yuanzhi clenched her fists but only supported Feng Wuhen's body, not daring to stop Ling Feng.

Ling Feng moved like lightning. Based on his understanding of the despicable donkey, he quickly identified the technique it had used to seal Feng Wuhen's cultivation. With this knowledge, repairing Feng Wuhen's damaged meridians and energy channels became much easier.

After a full quarter of an hour, Feng Wuhen's breathing finally stabilized, and a trace of color returned to his pale face.

"Pfft!"

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Feng Wuhen spat out a mouthful of dark, stagnant blood. The strange seal that had been suppressing his dantian and Qihai acupoint suddenly vanished.

The elemental force in his body flowed unimpeded. With his cultivation, he estimated he would fully recover in about three days.

"Incredible!"

Feng Wuhen and He Yuanzhi exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce naturally had skilled Daoist physicians, but even they had been at a loss.

He Yuanzhi had even been prepared to go to any lengths to seek out a divine imperial physician for treatment.

Yet, Ling Feng had completely healed Feng Wuhen's injuries in just a quarter of an hour.

Such medical skill was nothing short of divine.

"Phew..."

Ling Feng exhaled a turbid breath, put away the golden needle, and stepped back. He clasped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute to Feng Wuhen. "Senior, I've used acupuncture to regulate the meridians in your body. With your profound martial prowess, you should fully recover in no time, without any lingering injuries."

"You..." Feng Wuhen stared at Ling Feng for a long time, his expression shifting repeatedly. "Kid, do you think that just because you've healed my injuries, the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce will revoke the kill order on that black donkey?"

"Of course not, Senior. I'm not that naive," Ling Feng said calmly. "That despicable donkey caused a scene at the Tianmeng Auction House. I'm willing to compensate for all the losses incurred that day."

"Hmph, Yan Cangtian must truly favor you!" Feng Wuhen snorted, assuming that Ling Feng's confidence stemmed from having a grandmaster alchemist like Yan Cangtian backing him.

After all, alchemists of Yan Cangtian's caliber were incredibly wealthy.

Ling Feng pursed his lips but didn't bother to explain. Feng Wuhen can think whatever he wants.

"However, even if you're willing to compensate, this matter won't be so easily resolved!"

Feng Wuhen clenched his fists and got out of bed. He realized that he had indeed recovered about seventy to eighty percent of his strength. His expression softened slightly, but he remained unyielding. "That black donkey has brought great shame to the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce. Such a humiliation cannot be brushed aside so easily!"

"What if I were to offer ten ancient pill formulas, ten sky-tier arts, and ten bottles of ancient medicinal pills to the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce for auction, with the profits split fifty-fifty? What would you say to that, Senior?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and spoke in a calm, measured tone.