Goddess Painting

"Since you've made this promise, then I'll explain my method!"

Bai Ziyu gently waved his folding fan, adopting a compassionate and sympathetic expression, and sighed:

"Master Li, your daughter's life force is almost completely extinguished, like a candle flickering in the wind. I intend to use the second-tier 'Millennium Crimson Sun Grass' as a guide, supplemented with the third-tier 'Hundred-Year Heart-Protecting Lotus,' to refine the 'Blazing Sun Soul-Sustaining Powder' on the spot. This is a domineering method to stimulate the last potential of the human body."

He paused here, a hint of helplessness in his voice:

"However, this medicine is extremely potent. I am only 30% sure whether my daughter's current weak constitution can withstand it."

boom!

Thirty percent?!

These two words struck Li Qingtian like a heavy hammer blow to his heart. He swayed and nearly fell over.

This is a huge gamble!

Winning offers a glimmer of hope; losing is a death sentence!

"If left untreated, your daughter will not survive three days; if treated, there may still be a chance to save her." Bai Ziyu's voice turned cold. "Patriarch Li, make the decision."

Li Qingtian closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

Looking at his daughter, who was barely breathing in the inner room, he suddenly opened his eyes, a resolute glint in them:

"Very well! Then please prepare the medicine, Young Master Bai! Even if there's only a 10% chance of success, I'll take this last gamble!"

Bai Ziyu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he was about to order someone to prepare a quiet room.

"Wait a minute."

The sound was soft, somewhat hoarse, and languid.

But in this deathly silent hall, it was like a thunderclap!

Everyone turned around in astonishment.

In the corner, the black-robed rogue cultivator who had been silent all along slowly stood up.

He wore a straw hat, obscuring his face, and his gray robe was tattered; he looked like a beggar who had just crawled out of a refugee camp.

Li Qingtian frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but out of courtesy, he still cupped his hands and asked, "And who is this fellow Daoist?"

Qin Feng raised his hand, lightly flicking away non-existent dust from his sleeve. His gaze, hidden beneath his bamboo hat, swept over the crowd, piercing Bai Ziyu, and he said calmly:

"My name is Feng Qin."

"Nothing special, just a rogue cultivator."

"I simply couldn't stand seeing these quack doctors harming people, which is why I couldn't help but speak up to stop them. I hope Patriarch Li won't take offense."

hiss--!

Upon hearing this, the entire audience gasped in shock!

quack?!

Does this mean that everyone present has been insulted?

Especially that "group," which clearly didn't even spare Bai Ziyu, the successor of the White Bone Immortal Healer!

Bai Ziyu's previously calm and composed face instantly darkened.

He snapped his folding fan shut with a "snap," staring coldly at Qin Feng, his eyes flashing with a chilling light:

"Are you looking at me? You mean... I'm a quack doctor too?"

Qin Feng waved his hand, his tone sincere, as if he were truly explaining a misunderstanding:

"Young Master Bai, please don't misunderstand, I'm not targeting you."

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the pharmacists glaring at him, before finally settling on Bai Ziyu, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"What I mean is... everyone here is a quack."

boom!

The room erupted in chaos!

"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"

"How dare you! Who do you think you are, spouting such nonsense here?!"

"Where did this rogue cultivator come from? He should take a piss and look at himself in the mirror!"

"You've insulted us all? I think you're just here to cause trouble! Throw you out!"

Several elderly pharmacists with graying beards were so angry that they trembled all over, and their fingers pointing at Qin Feng were shaking.

They have practiced medicine for decades and are treated as honored guests wherever they go.

I have never suffered such humiliation!

Bai Ziyu was so angry that he laughed instead:

"You have quite the arrogance!"

"My lineage of the White Bone Healer has been passed down for a thousand years, saving countless lives, yet you call me a quack doctor?"

"Perhaps...you have some superior insight?"

Despite being surrounded by the crowd and threatened by Bai Ziyu's spiritual pressure, Qin Feng remained calm and composed, standing with his hands behind his back.

The confidence and composure that emanated from his very being made it difficult for people to discern his true nature.

"From the moment I walked in, I knew the cause of your daughter's illness."

Qin Feng shook his head, his face full of disappointment, as if looking at a group of hopeless, rotten trees:

"And you... after all that trouble, you don't even know where the lesion is, yet you dare to prescribe drastic medication?"

"The body is too weak to tolerate tonics—didn't your teachers teach you that on your very first day of medical school?"

Qin Feng scoffed and pointed at Bai Ziyu:

"Your so-called 'soul-sustaining powder' isn't a life-saving medicine, it's a death warrant!"

"If we really follow Young Master Bai's method, a minor illness that could have been cured will probably turn into a terminal illness! At that point, even a god couldn't save us!"

Qin Feng appeared calm and composed, but beneath his black robe, his hands were trembling with nervousness.

What medical skills does he know?

His remarks were nothing more than empty words and boasts he made up on the spot based on the situation.

As for right or wrong?

He doesn't care.

Anyway, what he said was all correct nonsense.

As long as it attracts attention and allows my plan to proceed smoothly, that's enough.

Qin Feng's words were forceful and arrogant.

This gave Li Qingtian a huge shock.

This guy... is so arrogant!

But does this arrogance seem to have some justification?

After all, Bai Ziyu just said that he only had a 30% chance of success, and that was a gamble!

"Then what do you think we should do?" Li Qingtian couldn't help but step forward and ask eagerly.

Qin Feng spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter:

"This disease is simple and does not require any complicated acupuncture techniques, nor does it require any herbal medicine."

"I carry with me an ancestral 'Soul-Soothing and Tranquilizing Pill.' As long as Miss takes it, its gentle effects will be noticeable within an hour."

Simple?

One pill is all it takes?

Li Qingtian was struggling intensely within himself.

On one side is the renowned successor of the Immortal Physician, and on the other is a mysterious rogue cultivator of unknown origin, who speaks with great confidence and certainty.

How to choose?

"This is utterly ridiculous!"

Bai Ziyu couldn't hold back any longer. He strode forward, pointed at Qin Feng, and shouted:

"Simple? Even I'm helpless with this disease, and it's a life-or-death struggle for me. You call that simple?"

"Master Li! This man's origins are unknown, and he's hiding his true identity. How can we easily let Miss take his pills? What if they're poisonous? Wouldn't that endanger Miss's life?!"

"When he dies, he'll just walk away, and who will your Li family cry to?!"

Qin Feng wasn't angry; he merely glanced at Li Qingtian indifferently, his eyes conveying a sense of "good advice is useless to a damned fool."

"I spoke up only because I couldn't bear to see my daughter suffer so much."

"Since Patriarch Li is not trusted, then I will not force him."

Goodbye.

After saying that, Qin Feng turned and left, decisively and without the slightest hesitation.

That silhouette was incredibly dashing, as if he were truly a wise man who had stood up for justice.

This departure actually panicked Li Qingtian!

This is what you call the demeanor of a superior person!

If it were a scammer, they would definitely be in a hurry to defend themselves or lower the price at this point. Why would they be so resolute in leaving?

"Master Wind! Wait! Please wait!"

Li Qingtian rushed forward and blocked Qin Feng, his face full of conflict, his gaze shifting back and forth between Bai Ziyu and Qin Feng.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, as if using all his strength:

"Mr. Feng, regarding the elixir you mentioned... may I have a look first? Young Master Bai, would you also like to examine it?"

Qin Feng stopped, seemingly displeased, but still took out a dark, somewhat pitted pill from his pocket.

"This elixir is my own secret recipe."

Qin Feng spoke nonsense with a straight face, his face showing no flaw:

"This single piece was created by fusing forty-nine ancient medicinal herbs and tempering them for eighty-one days using alternating periods of both gentle and powerful fire!"

"Though its exterior is simple and unadorned, its interior... contains the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and the divine efficacy of the Great Dao."