Chapter 87: Ancient Techniques

"Announce to your city lord! Xu Feng requests an audience!" Xu Feng entered the city and rushed straight to the city lord's residence.

The two soldiers guarding the door exchanged glances, thinking to themselves, 'Who is this young man? He actually dares to request an audience with our city lord. Does he think anyone can see him?'

"Our city lord does not meet outsiders!" The soldier blocked the entrance, looking down at Xu Feng, intending to drive away this seemingly mentally unstable young man.

Shaking his head at the soldiers' behavior, Xu Feng released the aura of the Spirit Realm, pressing it down on the soldiers. "Do I have the qualifications to see your city lord now?"

The terrifying pressure weighed heavily on the soldiers, causing sweat to pour out, drenching their backs. They looked at Xu Feng with shock, never expecting this young man to be a Spirit Realm practitioner.

"Master, please wait, I will go and inform the city lord immediately." The soldier quickly bowed and ran towards the city lord's residence, unsure whether he was trying to avoid Xu Feng's pressure or genuinely eager to inform the city lord.

The title of Spirit Realm was very useful. Xu Feng originally thought he would have to wait for a while, but to his surprise, a man in his forties or fifties with a refined demeanor appeared before him in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Hehe, Master, could you please withdraw your aura?" City Lord Zichen looked at Xu Feng and clasped his hands, though he was still somewhat shocked by Xu Feng's youth. If the aura were not genuine, Zichen would not have believed Xu Feng to be a Spirit Realm practitioner.

"City Lord Zichen, you are too polite! I am a junior in front of you. You can just call me Xu Feng!" Xu Feng withdrew his aura, glanced at the soldiers who had collapsed on the ground, and smiled at City Lord Zichen.

Zichen looked at Xu Feng, who was neither humble nor arrogant, exuding a grand demeanor. He thought this young man must have been cultivated in some world, truly a young talent.

"Mr. Xu, what brings you here?" Zichen was puzzled about why Xu Feng had come to see him.

"I am a good friend of your daughter, Ziyang. This time, I have come at her request to remove the miasma from your son!" Xu Feng emphasized the words "good friend," thinking that Ziyang probably considered him an enemy at this moment.

"You have a way to help Bowen remove the miasma?" Zichen looked at Xu Feng with a mix of surprise and joy. Although Zichen's strength was not low, he was powerless against the miasma that had entered Bowen's body.

"I can give it a try!" Xu Feng smiled.

Zichen scrutinized Xu Feng from head to toe, though he had some doubts, he was willing to give it a try.

"By the way, Mr. Xu, where is my daughter? Since she invited you, why didn't she return with you?" Zichen asked.

"Miss Ziyang was worried about her brother's condition, so she urged me to come as quickly as possible. I rode here ahead of them, so they should be arriving soon." Xu Feng smiled. "By the way, Miss Ziyang's horse is at the city gate. City Lord Zichen can retrieve it."

Zichen believed Xu Feng's explanation. However, looking at Xu Feng's age, he still felt a bit incredulous that he was a practitioner.

"Then I will trouble Mr. Xu."

"No problem!"

The two walked side by side to the city lord's residence. Perhaps due to his deep concern for Bowen's condition, Zichen led Xu Feng straight to Bowen's room.

"Mr. Xu, would you like to rest a bit before helping my son remove the miasma?" Zichen asked.

"Damn!" Xu Feng couldn't help but despise Zichen's hypocrisy, thinking, 'You've already brought me to the room, and you're still asking if I need to rest. Since you asked, I'll play along.' "Sure! I am a bit tired. I'll rest for a while."

Xu Feng's response left Zichen stunned. He wanted to slap himself, thinking, 'Why did I ask so much?' But this young man was shameless enough to agree, didn't he see that Zichen was being polite?

Zichen watched as Xu Feng sat there leisurely, legs crossed. He wanted to pull Xu Feng up, but with no choice, he had to sit there with him.

Time passed, and Zichen felt an urge to go mad. This young man was too damn annoying. He thought, 'You rest, you rest, but why so much chatter? Chatter, chatter, and even ask about how many concubines the emperor has and if they are beautiful, which is just asking for a beating.'

When Xu Feng asked if Zichen had any other daughters, Zichen finally couldn't hold back and said, "Mr. Xu, how is your rest? Can you treat my son now?"

"Ah! I don't mind. If you're not in a hurry, we can wait a bit longer." Xu Feng said casually.

Zichen thought he had been patient enough, but hearing Xu Feng's words, he couldn't help but want to beat him. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and forced a smile. "Then, Mr. Xu, please treat my son."

Xu Feng chuckled, thinking, 'You're finally being direct?'

"Alright!" Xu Feng stood up and walked towards Bowen's bed. A boy of about fourteen or fifteen lay on the bed, his body covered in black, emitting a pungent odor.

"Mr. Xu, be careful. My son emits miasma." Zichen warned.

Xu Feng waved his hand and reached out to grab Bowen's arm, channeling his spiritual energy into Bowen's body to draw out the miasma.

"Mr. Xu, be careful!" Zichen warned again, even for a Spirit Realm practitioner, this was very dangerous. Moreover, practitioners were weaker than cultivators in resisting external toxins.

However, to Zichen's surprise, the miasma drawn out was isolated ten centimeters away from Xu Feng.

Seeing Xu Feng release Bowen, Zichen asked hopefully, "Is there a way to treat him?"

"I can give it a try!" Xu Feng took a deep breath and said to Zichen, "City Lord Zichen, please step back a few meters and hold your breath. I will now perform the technique to remove the miasma from your son!"

As Zichen stepped back, Xu Feng's spiritual energy flowed through his fingers, tracing intricate patterns in the air. These patterns formed complex and ancient designs.

Zichen watched the ancient patterns flash in the air, his eyes full of shock. The complexity and antiquity of these patterns were beyond comprehension. While more complex patterns did not necessarily mean stronger techniques, they were much harder to master. Just remembering these patterns was extremely difficult. Moreover, the antiquity of the patterns was proportional to their age.

But how old was Xu Feng? His skilled technique suggested he had practiced for countless years, deeply ingrained in his bones.

As Xu Feng completed the final gesture, he pointed at the glowing pattern and said, "Miasma Removal Technique! Go..."

The spiritual energy pattern Xu Feng had formed rushed to Bowen's body. As the technique struck Bowen, his body glowed, and streams of gray miasma shot out, filling the room with a pungent smell.

Zichen watched in amazement as the miasma shot out of Bowen's body. He was pleasantly surprised by the effectiveness of the technique, which had removed so much miasma with just one use. Holding his breath, Zichen's gaze turned to Xu Feng, who was already forming the second Miasma Removal Technique.

As the second technique struck Bowen, his originally black face began to turn rosy, but the room was filled with a light gray mist. Zichen waved his arm to open the windows and doors, allowing the wind to blow away the miasma.

Xu Feng's fingers moved faster and faster as he continued to cast the Miasma Removal Technique.

After using the Miasma Removal Technique, Xu Feng realized how powerful Chinese Daoist techniques were. The technique could penetrate deep into Bowen's bones, removing any hidden miasma from his body. This powerful effect was beyond Xu Feng's expectations.

Although Xu Feng was not very familiar with the techniques of this world, he thought that such a thorough Miasma Removal Technique must be one of the best, far superior to other techniques.

Xu Feng had no idea how much more powerful it was. Zichen was already stunned, watching his son gradually turn rosy under the Miasma Removal Technique. He felt this was not a medical technique but a miracle. He had never heard of a technique with such significant effects, especially since the miasma had penetrated deep into his son's bones.

Zichen watched Xu Feng's ancient gestures, thinking that if this technique were ranked, it would be at least at the peak of the Earth Rank, or even the Heaven Rank. Moreover, it was most likely an ancient technique passed down from ancient times.

"An ancient technique passed down from ancient times!" Zichen took a deep breath, feeling deeply shocked.

Anyone who possessed an ancient technique, no matter how weak they were, would be a significant figure. Anything related to ancient times was enough to drive people mad.

"Is this young man from an ancient family?" Zichen took a deep breath, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Otherwise, how could he know such a technique, and how could he reach the Spirit Realm at such a young age?

After Xu Feng cast the fifth Miasma Removal Technique, Bowen suddenly coughed, gasping for air, and his eyes slowly opened, regaining consciousness.

"Bo Wen!" Zichen exclaimed excitedly. Although Bowen was still weak, his complexion indicated that the miasma had been mostly removed.

Seeing Bowen wake up, Xu Feng stopped preparing to cast another Miasma Removal Technique, thinking that Chinese Daoist techniques were indeed well-deserved. If his spiritual energy were stronger, one technique would have been enough to wake Bowen up.

"City Lord Zichen, please check if your son still has any miasma in his body." Xu Feng smiled.