The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 76: Cangqiong Sect Leader

"You’re worthy? You are nothing more than..."

Liu Hongzhang was about to say something about his status and identity, but Ling Feng interrupted him.

"Are you worried about something?" Ling Feng's gaze carried a hint of mockery. "Or perhaps you fear that I'll cure the sect leader? As an elder of the Cangqiong Sect, are you harboring ill intentions?"

"You brat, you're spouting nonsense!" Liu Hongzhang felt like his lungs were about to explode from anger.

Liu Hongzhang's beard trembled uncontrollably from the anger caused by Ling Feng. With a loud slap, a tremendously condensed elemental energy gathered in his palm, and he aimed a heavy strike toward Ling Feng's head.

Such a majestic elemental energy, even without employing any martial technique, was enough to instantly cause Ling Feng to die a violent death.

Ling Feng was just a wild kid with no background or status whatsoever. Killing him was nothing!

The strength of Liu Hongzhang was immeasurable, far beyond what Ling Feng could resist. Ling Feng felt as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to even catch his breath.

"Liu Hongzhang, what do you intend to do!?"

Upon seeing Liu Hongzhang making a move against Ling Feng, Wen Tingguang immediately reached out and grabbed Ling Feng, pulling him over. In the next moment, he raised his hand and clashed forcefully with Liu Hongzhang.

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

The two powerful experts each took a few steps back, and in the faint exchange, the outcome seemed evenly matched.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Liu Hongzhang clenched his fist. "Kid, I want to see if you have the capabilities to cure the sect leader's strange illness!"

With that, he stepped aside on the stairs, creating a path for Wen Tingguang to lead Ling Feng upstairs.

"Hmph!" Wen Tingguang swung his wide sleeves, pulling Ling Feng along. With a leap, he swiftly surpassed Liu Hongzhang and soon reached the second floor.

As they watched Ling Feng's figure disappear, the heirs of the medical families in the hall were left in astonishment, mouths agape.

That wild brat actually went up to diagnose the sect leader's illness.

Sun Siyi's gaze turned cold, and through gritted teeth, he sneered, "Hmph, you think you can cure the sect leader's strange illness? If you can achieve that, I'll eat my entire medicine chest!"

He was absolutely certain in his heart that with Ling Feng's abilities, it was impossible for him to cure the sect leader.

After all, when he went up to take the sect leader’s pulse, he couldn't even identify the cause of the illness, let alone cure it!

"A disease that even you can't cure, that wild brat has no chance of treating it!" Liu Yiyi muttered softly.

"Of course, he’s just a nobody!" Sun Siyi, holding Liu Yiyi's hand, walked to a nearby seat and sat down.

Despite his tough words, Sun Siyi didn't leave immediately. On one hand, he wanted to know the outcome, and on the other hand, if Ling Feng couldn't cure the sect leader's strange illness, he would definitely find a way to deal with this wild kid.

He believed that Elder Liu would be more than happy to dispose of that kid.

...

Wen Tingguang led Ling Feng up to the second floor, making several turns before finally entering a room filled with various medicinal fragrances.

"Centroplacus!"

"Silk Lotus Incense!"

"Rice Paddy Herb!"

Ling Feng's took a whiff, and he had already detected the fragrance of many precious medicinal treasures, all of which were herbs conducive to calming the mind and promoting better sleep.

"Your sense of smell is quite keen, young man," Wen Tingguang said with a faint smile, glancing back at Ling Feng.

"Not bad, not bad..."

"You really dare to speak, kid," Wen Tingguang smirked, saying, "To be able to infuriate that old man Liu Hongzhang like this, you're the first in many years."

"Respect is earned, not given blindly," Ling Feng said indifferently, "If he had spoken kindly, I wouldn't have deliberately opposed him."

"Hahaha, I like your style, kid!" Wen Tingguang patted Ling Feng on the shoulder and continued, "But when you diagnose the sect leader later, don't speak recklessly. If you can cure him, that's great, but even if you can't, don't be like that kid from the Sun family, talking nonsense without restraint."

"That goes without saying, but I believe I can cure him," Ling Feng said with confidence in his eyes.

If even my own Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion can't cure it, then there might be no cure in this world.

Moving a few steps forward, Wen Tingguang walked into a secluded chamber at the far end of the second floor.

The chamber was adorned with various ink paintings from different sects, depicting landscapes with unique mountains, peculiar rocks, and diverse flowers, plants, and trees.

Although Ling Feng didn't understand painting, he could sense a sharp and distinct aura emanating from those mountains, rocks, and trees.

These paintings were undoubtedly the works of a brilliant and talented artist.

In the outer chamber, two delicate maids were brewing medicine and burning incense, each of them moving with light and careful steps.

"Elder Wen."

Upon seeing Wen Tingguang enter, they hurriedly bowed to greet him.

Wen Tingguang nodded slightly and led Ling Feng into the inner chamber.

Passing through a jade screen, they entered a room with a large mahogany bed adorned with carved flowers. Two maids, one at the head and one at the foot of the bed, served with solemn expressions.

Ling Feng could distinctly feel that these two maids were completely different from ordinary ones. Their expression and eyes carried a hint of heaviness.

Clearly, they were not just ordinary maids but seemed to be more like personal guards.

The presence of these guards was crucial, given the current state of extreme weakness that the sect leader of Cangqiong Sect was experiencing.

In addition, there was a middle-aged woman dressed in exquisite attire, sitting on the edge of the bed, anxiously watching over a middle-aged man with a pale complexion on the bed. Her eyes appeared somewhat swollen, indicating deep concern.

It seemed like she was the wife of the sect leader of Cangqiong Sect.

Wen Tingguang walked until he was ten steps away, and respectfully bowed. "I am Wen Tingguang, paying my respects to the sect leader and Madam!"

Ling Feng also quickly bowed, but he didn't say much.

"It's Elder Wen." A weak male voice came from inside, though feeble, it still carried a subdued but authoritative aura.

"Hong Lian, help me up," the man said casually. However, the middle-aged woman advised, "sect leader, you should rest properly."

"Yes, Sect Leader, please listen to Madam," Wen Tingguang quickly added, advising as well.

"Ah..." The man on the bed sighed, exuding a profound sense of desolation and sorrow. Ling Feng could sense an unyielding spirit, unwilling to accept loneliness before accomplishing grand aspirations.

"Let it be, let it be... My frail body, I wonder how much longer it can endure. I lament for the empire, facing internal and external threats, in turmoil and uncertainty!"

"Sect Leader, fortune favors the wise; surely, nothing serious will happen. I have invited an excellent physician this time. Please, let him examine you first," Wen Tingguang quickly said.

"Come." From behind the beaded curtain, a thin and withered arm extended.

Covered in wrinkles, it was as thin and withered as dry wood.

Ling Feng's eyebrows twitched. The voice of this sect leader clearly belonged to a middle-aged person, so how could he be so terrifyingly aged?

He quickly took a few steps forward and said in a deep voice, "Let me check your pulse first."

"Thank you." Madam Hong Lian, the sect leader's wife, glanced at Ling Feng. Observing his young age, probably no more than twenty, she sighed inwardly.

In the past few days, even the highly regarded Divine Imperial Physicians within the empire were helpless. They could only prescribe calming remedies. Just now, the so-called youngest Divine Imperial Physician who claimed to be a genius also returned without success.

This young man might not have much capability either.

However, she would not give up even a slight chance.

When Ling Feng saw the appearance of the sect leader’s wife, he couldn’t help but froze.

Too similar. This Madam is at least seventy percent similar to Yue Yunlan. She just carries a more mature aura. If they stand together, people would believe they are sisters.

Ling Feng stared at the sect leader’s wife, clearly not a polite thing to do. A maid brought a chair over and said softly, "Please."

Ling Feng took a deep breath and smiled at the sect leader’s wife. "Apologies. I have encountered Miss Yue twice, and I realize that Madam and Miss Yue look extremely alike, so I zoned out."

"You mean Lan’er?" Hong Lian paused, and then understood immediately.

Yue Yunlan had always liked to travel around, so it was not strange that this young man had met Yue Yunlan before.

"Mhmm."

Ling Feng nodded and did not say another word. He placed his hand on the Cangqiong sect leader’s wrist and started diagnosing.

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