The Southern Border, Qingchuan City.
Qingchuan was one of the five largest cities in the Southern Border.
It was leagues more prosperous than Yuan Guang County Town in every respect.
The city bordered the Central Plains and was near the Xi Sea to the east. As a result, while the indigenous people of the Southern Border still ford the majority of its residents, settlers from the Central Plains and other regions made up nearly half the population.
Following the Southern Prince’s rebellion, life in Qingchuan City appeared to carry on as usual on the surface. In reality, however, undercurrents surged, and conflicts within the Jianghu had multiplied several tis over.
It was the night of the full moon. A seductive woman in revealing, airy clothes, a spider tattoo faintly visible on her chest, staggered into a secluded alley, her face caked in heavy makeup.
Her complexion was awful, as if she were gravely ill—sothing even her thick makeup couldn’t conceal.
Bracing herself against the wall, she stumbled forward a few more steps until a clearly brand-new courtyard gate appeared before her.
She lifted the door knocker, tapped it gently nine tis, and finished with one heavy slam.
A mont later, the sound of a bolt being drawn ca from the other side.
"Please, co in."
The heavily made-up woman pushed the door open, her eyes full of caution.
Before her was a small, elegantly arranged courtyard.
Lush green plants surrounded a thatched pavilion.
Inside the pavilion was a tea table, bamboo stools, and a rattan lounge chair large enough to lie down on completely.
A young man, whose smile alone told you he was no proper gentleman, was leisurely sipping his tea, seemingly unaware that a guest had arrived.
After first confirming there was no other danger around, the heavily made-up woman spoke to the young man. "Are you the ’Wandering Dragon Master,’ Zou Long?"
"I am."
"My dear guest, since you found this place and know the code, you must also be aware of my rules, correct?"
Zou Feng said slowly.
He had been established in Qingchuan City for two months now.
His current identity was that of a Poison Doctor nad Zou Long, specializing in treating all kinds of rare and difficult poisons.
He wasn’t afraid of offending people, either. Even if he knew that saving certain individuals would cause considerable trouble later, he would treat them all the sa.
As for why he was called the Wandering Dragon Master...
The heavily made-up woman nodded, then patted her pocket, signaling that she had the consultation fee.
"I’ve been badly poisoned... I can’t hold on much longer..." As if finding this reputable Poison Doctor had allowed her to finally relax, the woman’s taut nerves gave way, and she could barely remain standing.
Zou Feng didn’t move to help her. Instead, he pointed at the rattan lounge chair. "Get over here and lie down!"
The woman forced herself into the pavilion and practically collapsed onto the chair.
"Quick... save ..." The woman could feel the poison raging inside her, growing stronger by the second. The fear that she could drop dead at any mont was terrifying.
But Zou Feng just stood before her, in no hurry to begin treatnt. He first declared, "You may know the rules, but to avoid any unnecessary trouble, I must emphasize them one more ti."
"First, any actions I take are for the sole purpose of expelling the poison. They are in no way an attempt to take advantage of you."
The woman stared blankly for a mont, then felt the urge to curse him out.
’I’m about to die! Even if you really wanted to do it while I’m still warm, it’s not like I could stop you!’
"I... I know... Hurry... Save ..."
But Zou Feng continued on his own, "During the poison-cleansing process, if you have any... unseemly reactions, do not misunderstand. They are rely a potential side effect of the treatnt!"
"In short, everything is for the sake of expelling the poison."
The heavily made-up woman had already started convulsing and foaming at the mouth, unable to curse even if she wanted to.
Only then did Zou Feng extend his "Divine Hand" and begin moving it swiftly across the woman’s body.
His various rubbing and kneading techniques were a picture of stability, precision, and force.
An uninford observer stumbling upon this scene might truly think he was about to "do it while she was still warm."
Zou Feng had been misunderstood before, which was why he always repeatedly emphasized to anyone who ca for poison cleansing that he was a decent man and wouldn’t take advantage of their predicant.
Male patients were one thing, but the reactions of female patients during the process were often too scandalous to watch.
"AHHHH—"
Before long, the woman, who had never experienced such a technique, seed to reach a new peak amidst her hysterical screams.
Seeing things were about to get ssy, Zou Feng quickly dodged to avoid getting spattered.
But the fact that the woman could suddenly let out such a loud scream ant the poison in her body had been mostly expelled.
Wiping his hands on a towel he had prepared earlier, Zou Feng smiled. "How do you feel? The poison is gone. You should be fine now, right?"
At that mont, however, the heavily made-up woman was still in a daze, the afterglow not yet faded.
After a long mont, she finally understood why the man was known as the "Wandering Dragon Master."
The legendary Eighteen Strokes of the Wandering Dragon he perford were truly divine and left one yearning for more.
With hands like these, countless beautiful won in the Jianghu would probably throw themselves at him for free.
"I... I’m all right!?"
Once her reverie ended, the woman finally realized she could no longer sense the poison in her body. She was overjoyed.
This Zou Long’s skill was simply too...
Amidst her pleasant surprise, the woman couldn’t help but scrutinize Zou Feng again, her gaze growing intense and syrupy.
Zou Feng, on the other hand, was also in high spirits. The poison in this woman’s body was a new variety he had never encountered before.
Absorbing it would not only be greatly beneficial to his own Skill cultivation but would also deepen his research into the Poison Dao.
This was the main reason he was playing the part of a Poison Doctor here.
Compared to a place like Yuan Guang County, where finding a Poison Cultivator was harder than finding a Pure Official in a brothel, Qingchuan City was practically a Ten Thousand Poison Pit.
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