Chapter 24

That night, Feng Jueyu did not rush back to the Shangguan residence. Before the crowd dispersed, he followed Xiao Yuanshan back to his place.

The incident at Jishi Fang was finally resolved successfully. It was believed that even if Pang Futai had the nerve, he would not dare to take action against Jishi Fang again. Miaoshan Tang, upon learning about the ghost haunting at Jishi Fang, would not dare to extend its reach to the Li family’s old residence.

Moreover, Young Master Feng finally found the person who had hit him with a brick—Xu Zixiong, the newly appointed head of Miaoshan Tang.

Young Master Feng was a person who held grudges deep in his heart. Although the brick had not hit the real Evil Emperor Feng Jueyu, it had given Feng Jueyu a wake-up call.

In the territory of Tiannan Kingdom, he was not safe.

Overall, the night's gains were considerable. Everything he needed to know, and even things he did not need to know, he now knew.

Following Xiao Yuanshan back to his residence, the two waited for Li Yide and Li Tong'er to arrive.

Jishi Fang was no longer a safe place to stay, so the two had to spend the night at Xiao Yuanshan’s place. As for the safety issues at Jishi Fang, no one cared.

Who would dare to steal from a haunted house? That would be courting death.

After a while, Li Yide and Li Tong'er arrived at Xiao Yuanshan’s residence. The grandfather and granddaughter entered the house and immediately knelt down without a second thought.

Xiao Yuanshan did the same, kneeling beside Li Yide.

"Master Feng, your great kindness and virtue are beyond repayment. Please accept my humble bow," Li Yide said.

With that, the three of them bowed deeply to Feng Jueyu.

"How can I accept this?" Feng Jueyu, moved by their sincere gratitude, quickly helped Li Yide up. "Sit down quickly, Old Master Li. I will lose years of my life."

Tears welled up in Li Yide’s eyes as he said sincerely, "Master Feng, you are too modest. This kindness and virtue weigh more than a thousand pounds in my heart. If you ever need anything, I will do my utmost."

Feng Jueyu smiled bitterly. "Old Master Li, you are being too formal. Come, sit down, all of you."

After this incident, the four of them became exceptionally close, like a family.

Li Yide felt a great weight lifted from his heart, and he was much more relaxed.

Li Tong'er also had a smile on her face.

Even Xiao Yuanshan was in high spirits.

Only Feng Jueyu remained as calm as ever, a faint, inscrutable smile on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment of silence, Feng Jueyu said, "This matter is over for now. I believe the Xu family will not cause trouble in the near future, but we must still be on guard. Old Master Li, Tong'er, you need to be careful in the coming days. If anyone enters the residence and asks you questions, answer them directly. Just don’t mention me, and you can say whatever you want."

Xiao Yuanshan asked doubtfully, "Master Feng, do you mean the Xu family will send people to investigate this matter?"

Feng Jueyu replied, "Of course. This time, we clearly gave the Xu family a big blow. Do you think they will swallow this?"

Feng Jueyu continued in a rhetorical tone, "The ghost story is ultimately baseless, but as long as they can't find evidence that we tampered with anything, this matter will be left unresolved, giving us some time to breathe."

Li Tong'er was confused and asked, "Big Brother Feng, what do you mean by 'time to breathe'? I don’t understand."

Feng Jueyu smiled and answered, "Think about it. Do you think Xu Zixiong will be content after suffering such a loss? No, he won’t. He will come to investigate. Don’t forget, the Xu family has martial artists. These experts won’t be deterred by ghost stories, so they will definitely come."

He earnestly added, "There’s no such thing as a completely airtight wall. One day, the ghost haunting at Jishi Fang will be uncovered, and they will still have their eyes on Jishi Fang."

The three of them had thought the matter was over, but they now realized there were still unresolved issues, which made them worried.

"But you don’t need to worry. We just need to hold our ground for a while, and then we won’t have to fear them," Feng Jueyu said confidently.

Li Yide disagreed, "Hold our ground? Easier said than done. Now that the neighbors know Jishi Fang is haunted, who will dare to come for treatment?"

"That’s true," Li Tong'er added. "Although those people helped us, you didn’t see that after Pang Futai left, they all took detours. Even the friends who used to be close to Grandfather didn’t dare to speak to us. What should we do?"

Feng Jueyu had already considered this outcome and said, "You don’t need to worry. This is exactly what I want to talk about."

"Hmm?" The three of them looked up, surprised. How could they resolve the issue of the haunted Jishi Fang? Were they going to force people to come for treatment?

Feng Jueyu said, "Jishi Fang is a folk medical clinic. Old Master Li, you are kind to people, charge very low fees, and are very approachable. You are much better than Miaoshan Tang. The neighbors around Jishi Fang are all poor families. If their family members get sick and can’t afford treatment, who else will they turn to? So, there’s no need to worry."

"Besides, even if they don’t come for treatment, will we just sit and watch? Won’t we try to attract customers?"

"Attract customers?" The three of them looked at each other, puzzled. "But we have no good medicine, no famous doctors, and a haunted clinic. How can we attract customers?"

Feng Jueyu did not answer directly but looked into Tong'er’s bright eyes. They were so beautiful. He asked, "Tong'er, tell me, what is the most abundant in Tiannan City?"

"What is the most abundant?"

This question stumped the old man and the two young people. What was the most abundant? Everything was plentiful. What was he trying to ask?

Xiao Yuanshan guessed randomly, "Poor people!"

"Do I need to say that?" Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes. If there were more rich people, where would the labor and productivity come from?

Xiao Yuanshan was thoroughly convinced by Feng Jueyu. Even after being glared at, he just laughed foolishly.

No one could answer, so Feng Jueyu stopped being mysterious and tapped the table. "Martial artists!"

"Martial artists?" The three of them were stunned. What did this have to do with martial artists?

"Still don’t understand?" Feng Jueyu narrowed his eyes.

Only Tong'er, after a moment of thought, had a sudden realization and exclaimed, "I get it! Big Brother Feng means that there are the most martial artists in Tiannan City, and they are not afraid of ghost stories. Only they would dare to visit our clinic."

The little girl was very clever. She quickly understood what Feng Jueyu meant. In his view, these people were the target customers.

Li Yide and Xiao Yuanshan were immediately enlightened but then became worried again.

Tong'er tentatively asked, "Big Brother Feng, you plan to attract martial artists as our customers because they often get injured. But I don’t understand, most martial artists are not short of money. Even if they get injured, they will go to Miaoshan Tang for treatment. We can’t provide the high-quality medicine they need. What should we do?"

Feng Jueyu chuckled and tapped the table. "Who said we can’t? Not only can we, but our medicine will be better and more precious than theirs. As long as we promote it properly, they will come."

"Better than Miaoshan Tang’s medicine?" The three of them were dumbfounded, looking at Feng Jueyu in disbelief, unable to understand his meaning.

Feng Jueyu took out a bottle of medicine powder from his pocket, which was a bottle of wound-healing powder. It was very ordinary, even the bottle was from Jishi Fang. He handed the wound-healing powder to Li Yide and said, "Old Master Li, take a look at this."

"Wound-healing powder?" Li Yide took it with a puzzled look, opened the bottle, and sniffed it, then looked at Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan understood and rolled up his sleeve, taking out a dagger and cutting his wrist. Li Yide sprinkled some of the powder on the wound, and Xiao Yuanshan clenched his teeth in pain.

After a short while, Xiao Yuanshan’s pained expression turned to one of shock. "Hmm? This wound-healing powder is different!"

Li Yide and Li Tong'er, who had been making wound-healing powder for years, understood the effectiveness of such medicine. They carefully examined Xiao Yuanshan’s arm and were also shocked.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yuanshan’s bleeding stopped. The effect was astonishing.

It didn’t stop there. Xiao Yuanshan felt the wound and exclaimed with joy, "This stuff is great! It’s cool and comfortable, and I don’t feel any pain. It even itches a bit. Could it be growing new flesh?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yide and Tong'er were even more shocked. Wound-healing powder was indeed used to stop bleeding and promote tissue growth, but it usually took at least half a cup of tea to take effect, let alone promote blood circulation and tissue growth.

The wound-healing powder Feng Jueyu had was several times more effective than what they had made. Imagine if this medicine were to hit the market; it would cause a huge stir.

Not to mention Miaoshan Tang, even the three major clinics—Huairen Tang, Huichun Tang—combined could not match this divine medicine.

Li Yide’s hands trembled with excitement as he held the bottle like a treasure. "Master Feng, did you make this medicine?" Li Yide couldn’t believe his ears. He re-evaluated Feng Jueyu, who had cured his tuberculosis, resolved the crisis at the old residence, and now produced such a divine medicine. For a moment, he felt he was not seeing a person but a god.

Only a god could make such medicine!

Feng Jueyu smiled. Actually, this bottle of wound-healing powder was not a divine medicine. He had taken it from Jishi Fang’s medicine cabinet when he set up the feng shui layout in the evening and infused it with a thread of life energy. The result was a significant improvement in its effectiveness.

With this discovery, Feng Jueyu immediately thought of a great plan to get rich by mass-producing and selling the wound-healing powder.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Feng Jueyu smiled proudly, secretly praising the boundless power of the Life and Death Art, which could even change the properties of medicine.

"Not just not bad, it’s a miraculous and divine medicine," Xiao Yuanshan licked his lips. Even someone with no business sense could see the value of this bottle of wound-healing powder.

Especially since Xiao Yuanshan often got injured from fighting. With this medicine, he wouldn’t fear being cut even twice.