Ye Guichen could tell that Fan Zhidong's words were sincere.
Initially, Ye Guichen was only forced by Mai Gu and Su Tong to beco the Sect Leader of the Shennong Sect, and the idea of reviving the sect wasn't very strong, treating it almost like a ga.
But seeing the hopeful look in Fan Zhidong's eyes, he sohow felt that the burden on his shoulders had gotten much heavier.
It seems now that there are still quite a few outer disciples of the Shennong Sect wandering outside, and many of them, like the Fan Family, have probably been persecuted and suppressed, and so might not even have enough to eat.
Gripping Fan Zhidong's hand tightly, Ye Guichen's eyes were slightly red: "Old sir, rest assured, I will definitely let you see the resurgence of the Shennong Sect in your lifeti. From now on, I officially accept Fan Chang'an as a disciple of the Shennong Sect. First, help gather those who have a genuine understanding of the Shennong Sect but are scattered outside. During my ti in Quanzhou, I want to start up the Shennong Hall."
Fan Zhidong, upon hearing this, was moved to tears: "Good, good, very good."
Seeing that Fan Chang'an was still in a daze, Fan Zhidong scolded: "Get over here and pay your respects to the Sect Leader!"
Fan Chang'an had dread of becoming part of the Shennong Sect, and now that Ye Guichen had promised this himself, he was montarily taken aback.
After a brief hesitation, he knelt on the ground with a thud: "Disciple of the Shennong Sect, Fan Chang'an, pays respect to the Sect Leader!"
Fan Chang'an was over twenty years older than Ye Guichen, but Ye Guichen did not shy away; instead, he calmly accepted Fan Chang'an's homage before helping him up: "Good, as long as you uphold the benevolent heart of a healer, in the future, our Shennong Sect will surely surpass the dicine King Valley!"
Fan Zhidong and Fan Chang'an nodded repeatedly.
Witnessing this scene, Zhang Changhe and Gongsun Fengying, who had remained silent all this while, also inexplicably felt a surge of excitent.
Unable to refuse Fan Zhidong's warm hospitality, Ye Guichen and his party had lunch at the Fan Family's place before leaving.
However, before leaving, Ye Guichen also left his contact information, saying they could reach him anyti if anything ca up, as he would be in Quanzhou for the ti being.
He also advised Fan Zhidong and his son not to have any direct conflicts with the people from dicine King Valley.
After all, Fan Zhidong and his son were just ordinary people, and if a conflict did break out, there could be a risk to their lives.
Having given his advice, Ye Guichen headed straight to the Longsheng Hall across the street.
anwhile, the Fan father and son eagerly locked the doors and drove straight to the cetery in the outskirts of Quanzhou.
They wanted to share the good news of joining the Shennong Sect with their ancestors.
Leaving the Fan father and son aside, the feeling Ye Guichen got when entering the Longsheng Hall was completely different from that of Ji'an Hall.
The people inside were lethargic, and no one greeted when soone entered.
The old traditional Chinese dicine doctor slumped in his chair, drooling at the mouth, propping one hand against his chin, clearly asleep.
The staff grabbing the herbs was engrossed in his phone, seemingly amused by sothing.
Gongsun Fengying had also guessed that there was a problem with this Longsheng Hall, and she walked up to the staff and knocked on the table: "Hey, see a patient."
The staff didn't even raise his eyelids and said impatiently, "Go register first."
Gongsun Fengying, known for her irritable temper, grabbed the staff by the collar upon seeing his attitude, "I said see a patient!"
Gongsun Fengying was a Cross Training Master, and after receiving acupuncture from Ye Guichen for several days, her ridians had beco more unobstructed, increasing her strength. With a simple grab, she easily lifted the 130-pound staff from behind the counter.
The staff was terrified and shrieked, "What do you want to do!"
"Miss said she wants to see a doctor, what kind of attitude is this!" Gongsun Fengying arched her eyebrows in anger.
The staff, seeing Gongsun Fengying's fierce nature, not only didn't show any fear but even sneered: "Miss, do you know what kind of place this is? I don't care if you're here to see a doctor or not, but daring to co here looking for trouble ans you've co to the wrong place!"
Gongsun Fengying chuckled: "Oh? So does this an you're not a clinic, but a den of bandits?"
"Heh, you better let go now, or else, you won't be able to escape later." The staff threatened.
Gongsun Fengying was never one to be intimidated by such people. Instead of letting go, she yanked him from behind the counter and threw him on the ground, stepping on his back, making him yelp in pain: "Soone, help, soone co quickly! There's trouble here!"
Ye Guichen was left speechless.
Are all Cross Training practitioners prone to violence?
Originally intending to observe slowly and avoid alerting anyone, but now it was all for naught; surely the snake would be roused.
Ye Guichen and Zhang Changhe exchanged wry smiles.
Zhang Changhe had known Gongsun Fengying before, but had rarely seen her in action. He only knew Gongsun Fengying as a martial arts prodigy and extrely beautiful.
Once, even Zhang Changhe secretly admired Gongsun Fengying, but after seeing Gongsun Fengying's bouts of violence, he could only feel a cold sweat breaking out, grateful he hadn't confessed his feelings.
If he had unwisely confessed, and had she refused, she might have slapped him hard enough to crack his ribs.
It's chilling just thinking about it.
Seeing Gongsun Fengying make a move, Ye Guichen simply decided not to intervene, wanting instead to wait and see who else might reveal themselves, so they pulled over a chair and sat next to Zhang Changhe, preparing to watch the drama unfold.
Accompanied by the shouts of the staff, five or six burly n erged quickly from the back.
Seeing these robust figures, Ye Guichen was taken aback to find that they were all Martial Arts Masters, although at a third-rate level, having so many masters hiding behind a clinic naturally raised suspicions.
The old traditional Chinese dicine doctor had long fled to one side, trembling, not daring to utter a word upon seeing the burly n appear.
As soon as these n arrived, their attention was fixed on Gongsun Fengying.
The staff underfoot, feeling as if his ribs were broken, let out a pig-like scream: "Brother Hao, Brother Hao, save ! This woman ca in and started fighting, cripple her!"
The leader in a sleeveless shirt eyed Gongsun Fengying, noticing that despite her short stature, her figure and appearance were both top-notch. Greed flickered in his eyes.
"Wow, beauty, so you're a practitioner too?"
Brother Hao didn't imdiately make a move. Instead, he ogled Gongsun Fengying, "You look unfamiliar, and we don't seem to have any grudges, right? Coming in and hitting my brother—isn't that showing no regard for our Longsheng Hall?"
Gongsun Fengying naturally noticed Brother Hao's lecherous gaze, disgusted, she retorted: "I'm here to see a doctor, is this the attitude you show? Hmph, is this place a clinic or a martial arts gym?"
Brother Hao laughed heartily: "Miss, what a joke, you don't look sick at all! How about letting my brother go, we do our own things, and after your appointnt, I'll give you a check-up myself?"
The brutes each showed a cowardly smile.
Despite feeling nauseated, Gongsun Fengying lifted her foot from the staff's body: "Fine, let's see first. If you can't figure out what's wrong with , don't bla for smashing your clinic."
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