Chapter 51

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In the grand hall of the Chongxuan City Qu Family, the lights were blazing bright. Eight thick copper pillars stood straight, with fierce and menacing copper dragons coiling around them, spewing huge flames from their mouths. The flames flickered continuously, reflecting in the dragon's eyes, making them seem vivid and alive, as if they were perched on the ceiling, fiercely overlooking everyone in the hall with solemn and awe-inspiring majesty.

Chen Mo stepped into this grand hall for the first time, feeling a heavy pressure come over him. His heart tightened, and he couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

He was about to meet Qu Xinghe, the strong figure he had always admired and revered. Qu Xinghe had already reached the pinnacle of a先天灵师 (Xiantian Lingshi), and a single punch could collapse a city wall. He was the peak that countless people within a thousand miles looked up to.

At this moment, the remaining pharmacists in the hall were holding their breath, not daring to breathe heavily. Chen Mo, an unknown nobody who couldn't even be considered a junior pharmacist, could only stand at the back in an inconspicuous spot.

He surveyed the grand decorations in the hall, feeling both shocked and excited. In the center of the hall, a huge ink jade dragon was engraved, its mouth faintly spewing red mist. Below it was a large ink jade chair, engraved with prehistoric beasts, and the gemstones used for the eyes shimmered with brilliant light.

Chen Mo's eyes were dazzled, and he couldn't help but touch his pocket, feeling the embarrassment of his empty wallet. A single gemstone from that chair could be exchanged for tens of thousands of gold notes, enough to pay off all his debts. It was truly luxurious.

While lost in thought, the dragon's eyes in the center of the hall suddenly blazed brightly, as if bringing the dragon to life, intimidating and awe-inspiring.

"A bunch of quacks, you've made me furious," a voice like a thunderclap echoed, making the pharmacists below tremble with fear.

Qu Xinghe swept his sleeve, and with a sound like wind and thunder, he strode forward. His forehead was full and bright, with two thick tiger eyebrows, and a broad forehead that could accommodate a hundred rivers. A domineering aura spread from him, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Beside him was the second-rank old pharmacist Hu Hao Miao, with white eyebrows and a white beard, looking like a sage, full of vigor, and exuding a faint aura of immortality as he walked.

The pharmacists below trembled, bowing their heads so low that they were almost invisible.

Only Chen Mo was somewhat excited, finally seeing Qu Xinghe again. Was that the aura of a strong person? Even his words were so powerful. Tsk, tsk, a master is indeed a master.

Qu Xinghe's tiger-like eyes narrowed, his gaze coldly sweeping the hall. When he saw Chen Mo, he paused for a moment, and at the small turtle Xiao Ba, he paused for two moments.

Xiao Ba, who was still looking around, felt the scrutinizing and intimidating gaze.

With a 'uh,' he tilted his head, spread his limbs, and instantly stopped breathing, rolling his eyes white, feigning death. Pretend I don't exist, you didn't see me, you didn't see me.

Chen Mo suddenly felt a heavy pressure, as if he were a small field mouse being eyed by a soaring eagle. All his movements were exposed, and he hurriedly收敛 (converged) his aura, his face expressionless like a meditating monk.

"Is there anyone with a good method?" Qu Xinghe roared, his voice like a sharp whip, making the hall silent. He slapped the armrest of the ink jade chair, and the breathing of those below weakened by six-tenths, everyone acting like ostriches.

Old pharmacist Hu Hao Miao stood to the side, his head lowered in deep thought, stroking his white beard, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The atmosphere was unprecedentedly tense and oppressive.

Suddenly, a loud voice came, "Lord Qu, Yan Zhiwu has returned, and I have brought the famous pharmacist Fang Yingzhuo from the Holy Land of Changchun Valley."

A man strode into the hall, dressed in brocade and jade, with a sword-like brow and bright eyes, looking quite handsome. However, a hint of cruelty in his eyes made people feel a chill.

Behind him was a very tall and thin man, dressed in a dark robe that made him look like a skeleton. He held his head high, looking down on everyone with a sideways glance.

The two only bowed to Qu Xinghe, completely ignoring the others.

A burning anger rose in Chen Mo's chest, the light mystic qi in his dantian boiling and churning. His tightly clenched fists creaked, and he stared at the brocade-clad youth.

Yan Zhiwu, it's actually Yan Zhiwu.

It was him who deliberately set up a trap to bully me, leading to my brother being injured by several experts, his dantian destroyed.

Yan Zhiwu, Yan Zhiwu, it's been almost three years, and I finally see you again. Haha, haha.

Qu Xinghe sensed the anger in the hall, wondering who was so full of killing intent. His eagle-like gaze swept the hall.

Under the intense pressure, Chen Mo felt goosebumps rise, his hair standing on end. It was as if he were being watched by an ancient beast, cold sweat trickling down his back. For a moment, he dared not make a move.

Understanding that this was not the time for revenge, he thought, "A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years. Yan Zhiwu, you wait. I will make you taste the burning humiliation and the pain of a broken heart."

The pain of restraint cut through Chen Mo's heart, his teeth grinding with a sour ache. This was the gap in strength. If he had Qu Xinghe's strength, he could rise and kill Yan Zhiwu, and who could stop him?

I, Chen Mo, will not rest until I surpass you, Qu Xinghe.

"Thank you, Pharmacist Fang, for coming from afar to help. I am grateful," Qu Xinghe said, hearing that Fang Yingzhuo was a second-rank pharmacist from the famous Holy Land of Changchun Valley. His anger subsided, and his tone softened.

Thinking of his daughter's critical condition, he hoped she could be cured. He quickly ordered the servants to set up seats for Fang Yingzhuo and Yan Zhiwu.

Looking at Yan Zhiwu again, he said, "Zhiwu, you have put in a lot of effort. After this, I will personally thank the head of the Yan family and speak well of you."

"This is what a disciple should do," Yan Zhiwu said, his face lighting up. His hard work had not been in vain. Once Qu Xinghe thanked the Yan family, his status in the family would rise.

Moreover, if he could cure Qu Tianyao, Qu Xinghe would surely look at him differently. He would become a person of great influence in Chongxuan City, able to command the wind and rain, and no one would dare to oppose him.

He might even win the favor of a beautiful lady and become Qu Xinghe's son-in-law. Then he would be a powerful figure in Chongxuan City.

It was a highly profitable deal, and Yan Zhiwu's heart was filled with joy.

"Please, Pharmacist Fang, use your skills to heal my daughter," Qu Xinghe said, placing all his hopes on Fang Yingzhuo, who came from the Holy Land of Changchun Valley.

"Lord Qu, please rest assured. Pharmacist Fang is a master of both alchemy and medicine and will surely cure Tianyao," Yan Zhiwu said confidently.

Fang Yingzhuo, also confident, said, "Since that's the case, let's not delay."

"Get out, you bunch of quacks," Qu Xinghe waved his robe.

The quacks felt as if they had been granted a reprieve, scattering like birds and beasts.

Uh...

Chen Mo blinked, speechless. He was still hoping for the ten thousand gold notes. After coming all this way, was he just going to leave?

The hall was now empty, with only Chen Mo remaining, making him even more conspicuous.

Qu Xinghe's tiger-like brows furrowed, his gaze piercing. He had noticed this boy earlier, a first-rank spirit master, but with a yellow paste on his face, pretending to be sick. What was his intention? Why didn't he run?

"Lord Qu, I am Xuanyuan Mo, and I believe I have some unique medical skills," Chen Mo said calmly. "I have come from afar to treat your daughter."

Yan Zhiwu glanced at Chen Mo, puzzled. What? This ragged, sickly-looking boy dared to treat Tianyao? He sneered, thinking the boy had a death wish.

Fang Yingzhuo curled his lips, giving Chen Mo a contemptuous glance. What could this poor and insignificant boy do?

Qu Xinghe asked sternly, "Xuanyuan Mo, with Pharmacist Fang here, why don't you leave quickly?"

"Lord Qu, that's not right. If so many pharmacists couldn't cure the illness, who can guarantee that Pharmacist Fang can?" Chen Mo said boldly. "Why not keep me as a backup?"

"Ah!" Qu Xinghe was not angry, but Yan Zhiwu was furious, laughing in anger. "Where did this arrogant boy come from, daring to compare himself to Pharmacist Fang? Get out quickly!"

Fang Yingzhuo's brows twitched, his gaze coldly fixed on Chen Mo.

Before Qu Xinghe could speak, Chen Mo retorted, "Yan Zhiwu, Lord Qu hasn't spoken yet. You're jumping around, trying to drive me away. If Pharmacist Fang can't cure Lord Qu's daughter, are you willing to pay with your life?"

"You..." Yan Zhiwu was speechless, his face turning green. He secretly gathered his mystic qi, as if ready to punch Chen Mo to death.

"Enough, enough," Hu Hao Miao frowned, trying to mediate. "There's no need to argue. Tianyao's illness is indeed strange. Xinghe, I think we should let this boy stay. After all, one more won't hurt."

This boy, though unremarkable in appearance, had a determination that was quite impressive. Hu Hao Miao couldn't help but find the yellow face amusing. He decided to let the boy stay. If he couldn't cure the illness, he would plead for him.

With Hu Hao Miao's words, Qu Xinghe couldn't object. However, due to his anxiety, he said impatiently, "Enough talk, follow me quickly."

The Qu Family garden, with pavilions, terraces, and flowing water, was a scene of endless beauty. The breeze was gentle, and the willows swayed, making the heart feel at ease.

The group crossed the arched bridge, heading to the Lotus Garden where Qu Tianyao lived. The garden was filled with blooming lotus flowers, white and pink, swaying in the breeze. However, they had no time to appreciate the beauty, hurrying along.

Only Chen Mo walked leisurely, not in a rush, sometimes stopping to admire the rare beauty.

Xiao Ba, feeling the overwhelming power of Qu Xinghe, extended his limbs, walking like a cat, silently and gracefully, with each step a display of elegance and difficulty.

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