On the altar, Master Ji had a serious look, appearing to be harnessing his powers, his bare upper body wrapped with several venomous snakes.
"Master Ji’s ability to extract snakes from a distance and restore severed snakes is truly unparalleled in the Jianghu." Zheng Liang began to explain:
"I have witnessed it before, and it is indeed impressive."
"Young Master Zheng is joking." Master Ji quickly waved his hand:
"It’s nothing more than so trivial tricks, Daoist Fang is well-traveled and knowledgeable, surely far surpassing ."
"Master Ji is too modest." Fang Zheng made a respectful bow with his hands and asked:
"Where is the patient?"
"Right, right." Master Ji lightly tapped his forehead:
"Look at , getting forgetful with age, healing is the priority, Daoist Fang, please follow ."
This way.
He gestured toward the backyard.
......
In the spacious room, a little girl lay slightly on the bed, her large eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at Fang Zheng.
Zheng Liang, Master Ji, and a lady were surrounding her.
There seed to be an air purification system in place; upon entering the room, one could imdiately feel a distinct difference from the outside.
After a long while.
Mrs. Zheng, sowhat unable to hold back, spoke up:
"Daoist, how is Xiao Lu’s condition?"
Fang Zheng, pressing the girl’s pulse, had his thoughts interrupted by the voice, his gaze subtly shifted as he slowly withdrew his fingers.
"It’s sowhat troubleso."
He spoke slowly:
"The root of the illness is difficult to remove in a short ti, but temporarily suppressing it is not hard; this is the first ti I have encountered such a situation, and I was montarily lost in thought."
"Really?" Mrs. Zheng was overjoyed, eagerly stepping forward:
"Please, Daoist, perform your skills!"
"No rush." Fang Zheng waved his hand:
"I have a request."
"Please speak, Daoist." Zheng Liang took a step forward, earnestly stating:
"As long as you can cure my sister, whatever you want, the Zheng Family is willing to give, and Zheng Liang would never go back on his word!"
Although he still regarded Fang Zheng as a Jianghu charlatan, he would not give up as long as there was a glimr of hope.
This promise was made with absolute determination.
Master Ji, at the side, slightly shook his head, thinking this person was still too young, why the rush to seek benefits? Build relationships, nurture them step by step.
If you have done a favor for the Zheng Family, wouldn’t they treat you well in the future? Slowly flowing water lasts longest.
Demanding benefits before even diagnosing turns it into a re transaction, leaving the Zheng Family feeling no debt afterward.
Foolish indeed!
Or perhaps...
This person simply doesn’t possess the skills to heal, rely leveraging his reputation to gain a profit before leaving, not realizing that the Zheng Family is not so easily deceived?
He let out a light snort, his lips curving slightly.
As expected, though Mrs. Zheng didn’t speak, displeasure was evident on her face, her attitude subtly changing.
"I have a friend who, due to certain circumstances, was detained by the Public Security Departnt."
Fang Zheng appeared oblivious to the tension in the air, speaking directly:
"He hasn’t done anything wrong; he was rely caught up in the situation. I ask the Zheng Family to intervene and bring him out."
"Public Security Departnt..." Zheng Liang looked toward his mother.
"No problem." Mrs. Zheng’s voice was cold and stern:
"As long as the Daoist cures Xiao Lu, even if it was indeed his fault, the Zheng Family could certainly bring him out."
"Rest assured on that point, Daoist."
"Xiao Liang!"
"Note down the person the Daoist ntioned and make a visit."
"Yes."
Zheng Liang responded affirmatively.
Monts later.
Zheng Liang hurriedly left, and Master Ji also excused himself to avoid any awkwardness, leaving only Mrs. Zheng by the girl’s side.
"Daoist."
The little girl’s formal na was Zheng Yi, with the character "Yi" implying suitable and healthy, and her nickna was Xiao Lu, with the "Lu" symbolizing longevity.
Such is evident,
that the Zheng Family only wished for her to be safe and healthy.
Her eyes fixed on Fang Zheng, she curiously asked:
"Do you know Grandpa Cui?"
"Old Cui?" Fang Zheng nodded:
"Yes, I know him."
"Grandpa Cui is very kind. After he treated that ti, I didn’t feel any pain for a long while." Zheng Yi forced a smile:
"Later, it started to hurt more and more, and Grandpa Cui’s thods stopped working."
"His thods were sowhat forceful and not suitable for you." Fang Zheng gently stroked the little girl’s sparse hair:
"Extre wisdom invites harm!"
"Your little head is filled with wisdom, but unfortunately, your physical body is too frail, hence the ergence of ailnts."
"Daoist." Mrs. Zheng frowned at his words:
"Xiao Lu fell ill before she even started school and didn’t read much; how could she suffer from the consequences of extre wisdom?"
"Moreover..."
She paused, then said:
"Xiao Lu took a long ti to morize the multiplication table; although not exceptionally slow, she doesn’t seem particularly intelligent either."
"Humans have Three Souls and Seven Spirits; the Spiritual Wisdom Spirit governs wisdom, and the Celestial Impact Spirit governs thought." Fang Zheng smiled and said:
"What people usually call mory and responsiveness are governed by the Celestial Impact Spirit. Good mory can indicate intelligence but doesn’t necessarily an wisdom."
"A person deeply rooted in wisdom might have a poor mory but can instinctively address the core of issues, ignoring superficial appearances."
"This girl belongs to that category!"
With that, he sighed softly.
If this little girl were in the Otherworld, she would undoubtedly be a genius in cultivating Daoist Skills, the kind that various sects would vie for.
Once she started, she would surely receive focused nurturing, and even if she didn’t beco a Master, she would likely beco a Mage.
But here,
she could only await death!
It truly is a great irony.
"She possesses innate wisdom but is too conspicuous; her Three Souls and Seven Spirits should be introverted, yet her Spiritual Wisdom Spirit’s light directly pierces her mind."
Fang Zheng shook his head and said:
"Such intense strength makes her physical body unable to adapt, resulting in her becoming increasingly emaciated and perpetually muddled."
"That’s why treatnt thods aid at the physical body don’t work for her."
"Daoist."
Mrs. Zheng, bewildered by his explanation, simply asked directly:
"Can you cure Xiao Lu?"
"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded:
"But this is a congenital disorder that requires a gradual approach. The root of the disease cannot be eradicated in the short term, and I cannot stay with her indefinitely."
"Ah!"
Mrs. Zheng’s expression changed, and she urgently said:
"Daoist, our Zheng Family is willing to pay, offering a substantial sum for your diagnosis and treatnt. During the treatnt period, you won’t need to worry about anything else."
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