Chapter 8

After a while, an elderly man wearing a dark blue robe, with gray hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a unique badge pinned to his chest, walked into the back hall. He glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who was sitting in a grand chair with a blank expression, and asked, "Are you here to sell an array talisman?"

"Yes, I have an array talisman and I want to have it appraised to determine its value for sale," Ye Chenfeng nodded and handed over the golden needle talisman to the old man in the blue robe.

Taking the golden needle talisman from Ye Chenfeng, the old man in the blue robe frowned slightly. He noticed that the talisman paper used to make the golden needle talisman was the lowest grade yellow jade talisman paper available on the market, with each sheet costing no more than 100 silver taels.

Although the quality and power of the array talisman were not affected by the talisman paper itself, array talisman masters were so esteemed that they would never use such low-grade talisman paper to refine array talismans, as it would lower their status.

Moreover, the array talisman in Ye Chenfeng's hand had no marks, clearly indicating it was not crafted by a master. If it were not for the array talisman power contained within, he would not have patiently appraised it.

After about five minutes, the old man in the blue robe completed the appraisal, looked up at Ye Chenfeng, and slowly said, "This is indeed a complete array talisman. I wonder how you obtained it."

"Sorry, I must keep the origin of this array talisman confidential," Ye Chenfeng said apologetically. He would not easily reveal his secrets unless absolutely necessary to avoid inviting disaster.

"Array talismans are extremely profound; I can only understand a fraction of their mysteries and cannot accurately determine their value. If you cannot reveal the origin of this array talisman, our Baiyun Shop can only purchase it at the lowest price for inferior array talismans," the old man in the blue robe said, though he felt the array patterns contained in the golden needle talisman were very profound, he did not dare to take the risk of paying a high price for it.

"What is the lowest price?" Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly and asked.

"3,000 silver taels," the old man in the blue robe said, holding up three fingers.

"3,000 silver taels..."

Hearing the price offered by the old man in the blue robe, Ye Chenfeng was speechless. The price was exactly the cost of the golden needle talisman, without accounting for the high loss during its refinement.

"Is there any other way to determine the value of my array talisman?" Ye Chenfeng asked further.

"There is one more way, which is to test its power in public, but the array talisman for the test must be provided by you," the old man in the blue robe said.

"Alright, I understand. I'll leave then." Seeing no hope of selling it, Ye Chenfeng did not linger and left.

After leaving the Baiyun Shop, Ye Chenfeng did not give up and tried his luck at other shops.

However, these shops either lacked array talisman appraisers or doubted the authenticity of his array talisman. Some even drove him away directly, leaving him to face rejection time and again.

"Alas, is there no one in the entire White Emperor City who can recognize its value?" Ye Chenfeng sighed helplessly when he was driven out of a shop.

"Where can I find someone who can recognize its value?" Ye Chenfeng looked at the bustling crowd before him, feeling discouraged and frowned as he muttered to himself.

If he could not sell the golden needle talisman, all his efforts would be in vain, and he would have no money to buy cultivation resources.

Without cultivation resources, even with the God Devouring Brain inheritance, his cultivation speed would be affected.

"Hmm, a reward notice."

As Ye Chenfeng aimlessly walked to the city center, he unexpectedly found a crowd gathered around a vermilion wall, discussing something.

Approaching, he saw a yellow notice posted on the wall.

"The White Emperor City Lord is offering a reward of 100,000 silver taels to find a divine doctor to treat his ailing father, Bai Xishan."

Seeing the content of the reward notice, Ye Chenfeng's eyes lit up. He was currently worried about how to earn money, and now an opportunity had come.

"If I can earn these 100,000 silver taels, I can change my current predicament, and it won't matter whether I sell the golden needle talisman or not," Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, deciding to go back and study the Heavenly Profound Needle technique in the medical inheritance, which could cleanse the meridians and treat all diseases. He would go to the City Lord's residence early the next morning to treat and heal people.

As night fell, the stars twinkled, and the world was peaceful.

"Heavenly Profound Needle!"

Ye Chenfeng pinched twelve silver needles as fine as cow hair, controlling a thread of soul power to inject into the needles. Using a special technique, he gently moved his fingers, piercing and pricking, and shot the twelve needles into his arm at varying depths.

Instantly, a large amount of white smoke rose from Ye Chenfeng's arm, and a mix of cold and hot forces instantly spread throughout his entire arm, giving him a tingling sensation.

Next, Ye Chenfeng pinched another dozen silver needles and, following the technique of the Heavenly Profound Needle, pierced them into his arm again.

However, this time, two of the silver needles deviated, causing his arm to be injured, and streams of blood flowed down his arm.

"It seems I have not yet mastered the essence of the Heavenly Profound Needle technique," Ye Chenfeng removed the silver needles from his arm, closed his eyes to summarize his experience, and continued practicing.

After practicing all night, Ye Chenfeng, with his exceptional comprehension, basically mastered the essence of the Heavenly Profound Needle technique, achieving an accuracy rate of over 90%.

What he currently lacked was only experience.

Early in the morning, Ye Chenfeng put on a human skin mask again, carried the small medicine box he had bought the day before, and walked towards the City Lord's residence under the morning sun.

"So many doctors."

When Ye Chenfeng arrived at the City Lord's residence, he found the usually closed gates wide open, with over a dozen elderly doctors gathered in the front courtyard, discussing something.

However, from their furrowed brows, it was clear they were at a loss regarding Bai Xishan's condition.

Noticing their expressions, Ye Chenfeng's confidence was not shaken. He stepped onto the stone steps and walked into the City Lord's residence.

"This is the City Lord's residence; no idle people are allowed to enter," an elderly man in a dark blue robe, with gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes, walked out from the residence and stopped him, warning him arrogantly.

"I am here to treat Lord Bai, as I saw the notice," Ye Chenfeng deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You are here to treat him..."

Hearing Ye Chenfeng's purpose, the White Steward was taken aback, eyeing him with a wary and skeptical look.

Although Ye Chenfeng wore a human skin mask, it could not hide his youthful aura, and his cheap clothes made the White Steward suspect he was a fraud.

"Where did you come from, country bumpkin? Get lost, or I'll break your legs."

As the White Steward scrutinized Ye Chenfeng, a man in elaborate clothing, with a tall and handsome figure, walked out from the residence, looking at Ye Chenfeng, who was dressed in cheap clothes and carrying a small medicine box, with disdain and spoke rudely.

"Lian Sanjun, what is he doing here?"

Ye Chenfeng immediately recognized the man in the elaborate clothing as his classmate from White Emperor Academy, the second son of the prestigious Lian family in White Emperor City, Lian Sanjun.

"I can leave, but I hope you do not regret it, for I am the only one who can save Lord Bai," Ye Chenfeng looked at Lian Sanjun, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice.

"Sir, please wait."

Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to turn and leave, a tall, elegant, and beautiful woman suddenly chased out from the residence, calling him to stop.