After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 238 Making trouble
Children from poor families are not allowed to learn any skills, because no one is willing to teach them these livelihoods, for fear that the apprentice will starve to death.

Yu Mo had some prior experience in alchemy, but she had only touched upon the most peripheral aspects and had no experience with the core aspects.

The people from the Immortal Sect immediately asked her if she wanted to learn alchemy, probably because they thought she had some basic knowledge. But how could Yu Mo dare to lie to them? She really didn't know how.

Lu Lai laughed instead, "You don't need to worry about those things, you just need to tell me if you want to learn or not."

“I think so.” Yu Mo nodded immediately.

She wanted it so badly that she even dreamed of becoming an alchemist.

She used to go up the mountain every day to find medicinal herbs, and then go down the mountain to sell them at the shop. She couldn't sell many crystals, and she might even get hurt.

The external injuries were minor; sometimes she would accidentally come into contact with poisonous plants and almost lose her life because of it.

Every time she came back exhausted, she would see the alchemist sitting in that shop. He would always be slowly sipping a cup of tea, rarely looking at people when he spoke, and exuding an air of aloofness from head to toe.

Sometimes, when he encountered extreme weather and his face turned blue from the cold, he would still be drinking hot tea in the shop, his face still rosy.

Not only that, but also showed great respect. Others always treated this little girl with disrespect, but they treated that Yellow-level alchemist with utmost deference, not daring to raise their voices.

Back then, Yu Mo often wondered if she were also an alchemist, would her mother no longer value her younger sister and neglect her?

And now, she seems to have the opportunity to change all of this.

"Then go ahead and give it a try. Good luck." Lu Lai said, handing Yu Mo a strip of cloth, indicating that she could take it and enter the mountain gate.

A strip of cloth as a token?
Yu Mo was somewhat surprised, but then she felt admiration.

Such a free and easy attitude, unconstrained by formalities, reveals the magnanimity and breadth of mind of the Xianlai Sect!

In reality, the Immortal Sect was simply trying to save money...

Making other keepsakes costs money and time, so it's better to just use strips of cloth as a substitute; as long as the sentiment is there, that's enough.

Today was another busy day, with everyone handling sect affairs in a busy but orderly manner, and the number of disciples in the Immortal Sect has increased again.

The third day arrived quickly. Everything was normal in the morning, but in the afternoon, someone suddenly started causing trouble.

A middle-aged man led his entire family angrily over, and then they went to the disciples' queue and started crying and shouting—

"My poor son! He's gone just like that, all of a sudden. The Immortal Sect is utterly heartless!"

"You will pay for my son's life!"

“We brought our son here to become an apprentice out of trust, but we never expected that not only would he not become an apprentice, but he would also lose his life because of it!”

Some of them were crying and shouting, while others were sitting on the ground. The commotion attracted everyone's attention.

"What happened?"

"How could someone suddenly lose their life? Is there some misunderstanding?"

"what happened?"

Hearing the commotion, Liu Feng rushed over and asked coldly, "What are you doing here? Why are you making such a racket?"

"It's all your fault! My son died after drinking your medicine soup!" the middle-aged man roared, his eyes red from crying.

His family members also cried and echoed his sentiments.

After listening for a while, Liu Feng knew what had happened.

It turned out that just yesterday morning, this middle-aged man brought his sick son here, hoping to join the Immortal Sect. However, his son was not selected and was eliminated in the hall. Before leaving, he, like the other eliminated cultivators, drank the free medicinal soup.

They said that after taking the medicine, their son was fine and felt good, but on the way back, he felt extremely unwell and uncomfortable all over.

Upon arriving home, he immediately stopped breathing!
Enraged, they brought their entire family to demand justice, determined not to let their family members die unjustly.

As these people were talking, a crowd gathered around to watch the spectacle, including idle city cultivators and people who were already in line.

After hearing the whole story, many people's expressions changed, especially the disciples in line, who became somewhat surprised and uncertain.

The medicine from the Immortal Sect has actually killed people?!
"What's your son's name?" Liu Feng asked.

"His name is Zheng Kaiyang!" the middle-aged male cultivator roared. "Give me back my son's life!"

Liu Feng glanced at him, then used his telepathic communication to briefly explain the matter to Chen Lan.

The patient's situation was entirely handled by Chen Lan and Mo Jiuwei, and Liu Feng was unaware of it, so it was still necessary to ask them.

However, Liu Feng was very clear that Zheng Kaiyang definitely did not die from drinking the medicinal soup!

That medicinal soup is a nourishing medicine. Even if it can't cure the disease, it can at least alleviate the symptoms. Even if it's completely unsuitable for the condition, it will at most be ineffective. How could it possibly be fatal!
So either this person is lying and is doing this just to damage the reputation of the Immortal Sect and prevent them from accepting disciples normally.

Or perhaps that male cultivator named Zheng Kaiyang was already terminally ill and nearing his death!

"What illness does your son have? How was he when he came here?" Liu Feng stalled for time.

"He suffered from yang deficiency and shortness of breath. Normally, his illness wouldn't be fatal. The reason he died is because of your Xianlai Sect!" the other party insisted.

“That’s strange. In the past three days, there have been at least 15,000 to 10,000 cultivators who came here while ill, but not one of them has had any problems with our medicinal soup,” Liu Feng said. “Could it be that your son’s condition had already worsened, or that he ate something wrong after returning home?”

"This is impossible! Are you going to deny it?! You're the ones who killed him!"

The communication talisman responded, and it was Mo Jiuwei's childlike voice that answered—

"Zheng Kaiyang, he's just impotent, he won't die."

Liu Feng almost choked on his saliva, and his usually calm face showed some embarrassment.

Such a childish voice, and the very first thing it said was about impotence, it really made him...

But having received a response, he now had a clear understanding of the situation.

“My nephew replied that Zheng Kaiyang only suffers from erectile dysfunction. After taking the medicinal soup, he can replenish some of his qi and blood and regain some strength. Although he will still be unable to get an erection, he will not die.”

"What do you mean? Do you think we're lying? Look, everyone, this is my son's corpse. Look at his appearance; these are clearly symptoms of poisoning!"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged male cultivator was prepared and immediately took out Zheng Kaiyang's corpse after hearing Liu Feng's words!

When the body was laid out, there was an uproar. Many people took a step back before looking at the young man.

The male cultivator was indeed showing signs of poisoning; his face was bluish-black, and he was already stiff.

"He's really dead?"

"Could it be that the medicinal soup from the Immortal Sect is really poisonous?"

"If not, why would they come knocking on our door?"

"Yes, doesn't the Immortal Sect also acknowledge that this person came yesterday?"